Tuesday, September 14, 2004


Argh mayne shit fuck all that crizzapp. The current sitch you with the ow toe is like may king me so non in the happiness atmosphere. I’m at a loss. Serially. To the point where I’m doing retarded word tricks as interviewed with myself in the above section. Unless you’re looking at the computer upside down, but then, it’s still up cuz down is the new up. Or the new, fuck, shit, I’m just biting styles again. Who’s? eh, if you must know prolly bing’s. ah well. At least I’m kickin verses inspired by true playas.

So, uh, shit, fuck it.