Razorblade Romance
Cruisin down the street in my ’64, jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes, I went 2 the park to get the scoop, with my mac 10, on the sida my hoop..spottin spottin the game runnin round left n right , its so groovin, its outta sight. Flow shoes dunna good eh? Werd..
Ya know whats re – god – damn – diculous? Stizzar testing, I don’t even like tests without stars, why do me and you hafta take this shinanigans? No good can come from this, less your the intellectually superior race. Just kidding, I got much love for the Asian Invasion! Alrighttt…
Hey, dunt forget to comment doods, and honeys, and don’t worry bout what the Shell Fish says:
Bumble
Whats with these homies dissin my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys, that made to so vio-luntt
Oohoo, but you know im yours
And I know your mine
I hadda whole post typed up again, had a weak lil poem and everything g’dammit… Todays Easter, I’m pumped, are you? Got up and ran yessaday, check out the pics here. It was a long one too, seven miles I tink, my feet look so nasty, all blistery and haggard ;). I would take a pic but…jus be glad I dint. You ever seen Matchstick Men? That movie iss grrrreat, yes indeed.
Don’t really wanna go to school tommorow, rather gellin like redneck felons. Damn thinkin bout what I ate this week..prolly drank like half my weight in milk, kinda nasty to think about, and like…20 bananas..no joke..bananas and milk and qualudes.
God dammit I really don’t wanna go back to school..usually I kinda want to, like most people, be nice to see everybody, but…ya know, theres always the waking up part…and doing work. Plus I still have THIS to look forward to, and I think I hafta finish a test I started the Friday before break started..g’dammit. Make love, not war.
Observations:
Sunday comes soon, there is a cure for the pain, and shelter from the rain
I believe in a thing called love
So the thing about the gay dude:
Me n Stephan (Pinky) are sittin in front of the movies, when this guy totally glares at Stephan, than looks at me all googly – eyed. Then gave us both another glance, than he proclaims his physical attraction to me and asks me if Im gay or straight..now I’m not homophobic or anything, but…iono dudes jus like me I guess..whatever. So of course I have to say “No man..im totally straight, but my boyfriend here..100% gay meat, do with him whatever you like. So as Pinky is being carried off by the belt loop, he does this. mmmm hmmm
Oh and I found my Bob Marley disc, “Chatin down to Babylon” easily one of my Top 3 favorite albums of all time, case ya dint know. Ill let u hear some if u wish so kindly. I’m workin pretty diligently on that Biologia right bout now so I can get back to Pinky’s and get my swing swang on knaw mean brah??? Werd.. But I’ll have my cell wiff me. Yep..is it Sunday yet?
Gerd Times
You mah boy Pinky, good times last night. Kinda weird how there was no one but popos outside in downtown last night. Pinky and I jus did some roamin around, put some lil pothead middle school kids in therr place, compliments of Pinky, and Godzilla. Met up wiff Leo y Julia, and some Brett, almost forgot how black Leo is. Caught somma OFRBD (the old-fat-retired-bus-drivers) softball game in central park. Than we had some homeless people push on the swings at like 11. I guess Steven brought it up first but…if u ever go homeless, hit up central park meng…sleep on a slide ;D.
So tommorow’s the seven year anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s untimely death (suicide). Kurt had sucha profound impact on me as a kid, when I would try to convince someone of my integrity I would “sware it on Kurt Cobains grave.” He was sucha poet, and he dint even know it. So damn punk rock…ya know he had hella shitty posture, and he was also amidextrous so he could have played guitar with either hand, but chose to play right handed even though playing left would have corrected his posture or some shit…punk rawk meng…punk rawk…too bad Courtney Love was/is sucha phycho bitch. Frances Bean Cobain: heres lookin at u kid.:
Yeh…so my mom had her friend pick me up one of these bitchin rings from South Africa or somethin. I think its pretty ballin, it spins around like Spreeewells, so I finally got somethin that blings more blang than Randy. Lovin it bia.
Frankie Muniz is a lil bitch who drinks monkey milk.
In case you dint know :P. Damn Im kinda hungary, imma eat your clothes off. Edible underbritches are hella good.
Oh and I added sommore tracks to the NBHQ Radio check em.