Wednesday, February 11, 2004


there was an amazing thing in the jurk storr that I remembered last nite and that was that sometimes the ball will hit the ceiling at about 5 million miles per hour. And it’s in those situations that you have to be very very careful and watch shit like real tite like as if you know shit’s gonna run out the gate and do some strait up crazy shit.

I mean totally and all kines shit is on the line with this shit, don’t fukn playa hate and then refuse to propogate that shit ain’t cool on this block or any other within the twelve contingents.

Did I say contingent?

So yah fuck all that other bullshit and know that the strait up real shit is always getting set to bubble up out the surface, I mean reality will strait up spank you in your bulbous ass if you don’t know that the seventh squadrant is railing up mad lines of knowledge for fresh delivery through your back door on the first & third of the month.

Beyatch.