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come around me? i'm mad friendly
a nice guy but evil
its why they call me crazy
my tone is carried
like you dialed the number
see me over there on the other line
You're weird.
is something they else they all say
shit, fuck can i do but be me?
is all i really say.
it's not about what i'm doin
it's about where i'm at.
so people constantly asking
WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT?!
like boost mobil
i'm ridin high with my bars up
call me on the cell
but not when i'm roamin it up.
text,
and you'll recieve.
reply? always
i got somethin to say.
a spammer by nature
but i call it talkative

i talk to myself
give voice to my thoughts
niggas look at me crazy.
so i humor them when i reply
i'm talkin with angels
and the demon within
always knockin on heaven's door
can you let me in?
and i'm shut out like Up
but then i'm let in.
HA~~ fuck what ya heard
madnis in the buildin.

I'm tight with god don't ever get it twisted
this is not a rap.
not poetry nor rhyme.
well maybe a little
but i'm just talkin today.

cause honestly? i got somethin to say.
so say i will and even if its bullshit
it's real talk and madnis all about that real
fuck the figments delusions and illusions.
i fucks with imagination though
it's influence is hella strong.
my stories be told
visual and verbal
my actin is strong.
a character some call me
i should be animated.
fuck you nigga
my life is animation.

i brought my life up and made moves
when shit was stagnat.
standing still like mass freeze
i made my clock turn.
but as i get older the heart begins to yearn
significance is a strong word
and even a stronger want.
when want becomes need
that's how obsession starts.
this is not a rap
nor poetry or rhyme
well maybe a little
i just got some shit on my chest

in other words i just got some shit to say.
 
Now this is the story written in rhyme
About how I called upon the Hero of Time
And I'd like to speak a moment, please sit in that chair
And I'll tell you how he saved my kingdom so fair

In West Hylia born and raised
In the courtyard is where is spent most of my days
Sniffing some flowers, as parents drank wine
When all of the sudden the Hero of Time
Started hangin around, guards said 'He's up to no good;
And his pathetic shield is made outta wood,'
I sent him on a quest to save my people so fair
And it consisted of a stop to the Cavern of Dodongo's Lair.

Gannon ((that bastard)) was on his way
But I couldn't do anything ((I know it sounds gay))
I gave Link an ocarina and sent him ahead
I should've warned him about the Re-Dead...

Gerudo Valley, it was so bad...
The bridge not done, carpenters half-ass
This isn't what the people of Hyrule live like...
Will this really be alright....?

He whistled for Epona and when she came near he
Sat on her back and drew his sword as she reared
If anything I could say that the scene wasn't so rare
The moron always held items up in the air.

He delt the last blow to Gannon's face
And soon I found him back in this place
I looked at him sadly, it wasn't so fair,
I sent him to Termina; How's Clocktown Square?

I just went all Zelda on yo shit.
 
Gimme two beats before you get me wrong
Cuz I'll grab the reefer and hit the bong
Enter into this Euphoric state
Take a trip with me into outer space

I'll fly through the galaxy, free from the catastrophy called earth
And I thank god for my birth
I got a love for the weed and a quarter's all i need
And you here with me, to get fucked up
And bust a little rhyme,
I'll be swallowed by the sun in no time.... no time.
 
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wannabe chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless.
The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup.
She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself.
She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet.
Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10.
I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts.
I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead.
In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work.
He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22.
He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work.
Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke.
Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing.
Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald's and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
 
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My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wannabe chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless.
The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup.
She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself.
She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet.
Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10.
I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts.
I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead.
In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work.
He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22.
He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work.
Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke.
Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing.
Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald's and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
That about sums it up.
 
And now for your reading pleasure... a small piece of George Clooney's oscar acceptance speech. (old i know, but i'm bored)

“And finally, I would say that, you know, we are a little bit out of touch in Hollywood every once in a while, I think. It’s probably a good thing. Uhm, we’re the ones who talk about AIDS when it was just being whispered. And we talked about civil rights when it wasn’t really popular. And we, uh, you know, we bring up subjects…we are the ones…this Academy, this group of people gave Hattie McDaniel an Oscar in 1939 when blacks were still sitting in the backs of theaters. I’m proud to be a part of this Academy. I’m proud to be part of this community. I’m proud to be out of touch. And I thank you so much for this.”

--George Clooney, Pompous ass
 
the reasons why i hate you.....

you make me feel a certain way bitch
and i can't control myself when you're around
therefore i fuckin hate you.

i been tryin to replace you all my life
that's why i'm at the age that i am
and still single.

i hate my fuckin friends
because you're so fuckin hot
and when you're around them
i'm mad at you

bitch when i'm on top of you
i hate you so much to the point
where i don't want you to see me
having a good time.
i hate you...

you're a sexy motha fucker bitch...
i can't live with you
i can't live without you
i don't want you,
yet, if you leave me bitch
i might kill you.

when you take too long to come home bitch
i might go air out the nine, just for GP
where the fuck have you been?
all my life...

the reasons why i hate you,
and will always hate you..

you're special bitch
bitch you're the one
i never want you
but then again i do want you
every ounce of you

i wanna hurt you bitch
bitch i wanna hurt somebody
bitch i wanna hurt myself
get the fuck from around me.

bitch who's callin you all the fuckin time?
and who do you have lunch with at work, bitch?
you wearin some fly shit today bitch...
why?
you tryin to look fly for the next man bitch?
bitch don't make me poke your eyeballs out
stop reckless eyeballin niggas around me bitch
even if you're not, I THINK THAT YOU ARE

bitch you smell real nice today.....
why?
where the fuck are you goin?
huh?
you're not- in my presense...

and who are all these fuckin friends on facebook bitch?
and why the fuck does your hair look so good, bitch?
bitch you're going make me hurt somethin
or somebody...
and them sucka ass niggas up at your job bitch
bitch i'll come up there and mirk somethin
you know my steeze bitch

you still kissin niggas on the cheek bitch?
what i tell you about that?
bitch don't get me started bitch
i'm that nigga bitch
for real for real.

i don't like your friends bitch you know that
in fact i might fuck two of your friends
not because i like them
but because i'm frustrated bitch
i'm on some real bull shit, bitch

come home bitch
i'm lonely
no..
go away bitch
i'm gonna hang with the boys

lets go out bitch
let's eat
you don't cook bitch
fuck it
boil a egg bitch
do what you can do
sexy bitch

these are the reasons i hate you...
let's get married bitch.

- by star. (Strange Thoughts And Revleations)
had to share that with you.
 
If you look at a Texan atlas, you'll see a large area of land covering the entire western hemisphere that resembles a certain Lone Star state.
 
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