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Friday, March 16, 2001
OH THE FRICKIN HUMANITY!!!
REBEL4CE LIVE!
CHANNEL #93675
OR...
THIS
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 10:18 PM
OH THE FRICKIN HUMANITY!!!
REBEL4CE LIVE!
CHANNEL #93675
OR.. THIS ONE
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 10:15 PM
ah man i wanna see "the debut"!!! but i hate not having a car. i just only hope they get to show it somewhere near here..if any of ya'll see it u got to sneak in wit a video camera and tape it for me.hehehe ghetto i know. =P
posted by MuSikLuVer * at 6:50 PM
higher cause = McDonalds
posted by schmove is rad at 5:07 PM
well, thanks for the advice peoples. you know, it's hard trying to hold onto your morals and ideals in a corrupt and evil world. i just like to say i work for a "higher cause", if you will.
posted by Robbz one at 10:54 AM
Thursday, March 15, 2001
my fatass can't fit on robbz's shoulder. but anyways, i'd be the devil in THIS situation.
posted by schmove is rad at 6:17 PM
score one point for ed.. with the surprinsingly nice comeback *golf clap*
it's like the devil and angel are sitting on rob's shoulders. depends on each of us who we think is the "devil" or "angel" in THIS situation. (not in everyday life)
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 2:25 PM
in response to rob's question: usually, in those cases, those "friends" never really become my friends...cuz it gets annoying if all they do is take and take...thats not a friendship..i totally understand what u mean
posted by MuSikLuVer * at 2:10 PM
words of wisdom from 'mr. pop n fresh scrotums in his mouth' robbz needs some recognition, he does all this shit for other people and he doesn't get jack shit. people are selfish bastards who just take. it's time for robbz to start takin'....forget givin to them somoma bitches.
posted by schmove is rad at 1:23 PM
yesterday we prayed for a form of sunshine to evaporate the remnants of the rain. washed away surface, erosion excites the corrosion, wet asphault sprayed with blood. we paint our pictures from our flesh.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 1:03 PM
ED is definitely.. taking care of his own "skin" but I doubt he's fucking anyone else. Robb: You can't change people's minds unless they are actually willing to change them. All you really can do is be true to yourself and keep being unselfish. As far as recognition goes... it always feels good to have, but don't worry if you don't get it. Keep your head up.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 1:01 PM
take care of your own skin nowadays.......FUCK everyone else.
posted by schmove is rad at 1:27 AM
ever feel like people take advantage of your good nature? like they step on you like a sack of shit? sometimes i feel like not giving out advice anymore, or helping out a wayward friend. i'm just asking for an acknowledgement, kudos, accolades, etc. goddammit. don't we all deserve some consideration? any sympathizers?
posted by Robbz one at 1:24 AM
Wednesday, March 14, 2001
About Lil Romea, Master P's son, and newest No Limit recording "artist": Jermaine Dupri and No Limit studio veterans Diesel and C-Los Beats contribute their production skills to the LP, and its first single, "My Baby," is a reworking of the Jackson 5's "I Want You Back" (RealAudio excerpt). Other songs on the effort include "Your ABC's," "The Girlies," "Where They At," "Little Star" and the sentimental "Lil' Soldiers Need Love."
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 4:04 PM
Baby girl, Crying. Voices calling. Help. Am I here?
She whispered,
Tonight.
Just maybe tonight.
We entered a landscape
With visions of eternity.
She kept crying.
She said, hurt. Nothing more,
And just murmured messages
In an individual tongue.
This was her spirit.
I fly
Honey soaked
Lips on the tip
Of my sanity.
I fly
Hearing unintelligble words
Grasping at a soul
Uncontrolled
She had embarked on a journey,
And docked on my vision.
She gasped for air,
Struggling to breathe,
And we grabbed hold.
As she welcomed
My respiration.
I held her
For the first time.
And we laughed,
while we soared together,
as she escaped from
the tears,
I am here.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 2:41 PM
she whispered directions into my ear. i didn't listen,
and she said goodbye.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 1:44 PM
"i'm a gentleman. I'ma satisfy your soul, then I'ma get mine." - Andre 3000
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 1:29 PM
haha that's right! you a "grown-ass man." oh, and more stats:
-- -- --
IN OTHER STATISTICS: The Center on Juvenile and
Criminal Justice, with offices in San Francisco and
Washington, D.C., reports that 71 percent of Americans
fear a school shooting in their community.
But how many children died in school shootings in the
school year 1999- 2000? Exactly 26, down from 55 in
1992-1993. The chance of a child getting killed in school is
1 in 2 million.
The chance of being inundated with media coverage of
school shootings is 1 in 1, and thus all the fears.
The chance of being inundated with media coverage of
school shootings is 1 in 1, and thus all the fears.
posted by Robbz one at 1:23 PM
AHHAHAH "i'll chop off your arm!"...."Are you ready?".......that's a somomabitch classic.
posted by schmove is rad at 12:08 PM
actually, contrary to popular belief, i'm not emotionless. i just don't let them rule me, that's all. as for strength, "i'll chop off yer arm!"
posted by Robbz one at 12:01 PM
some angst a going on growing long winded by sprints to the window and a car passing by not yours tail pipe dragging engine vroom we never left the room when we did it was too soon.
posted by Verse +++= at 8:28 AM
Tuesday, March 13, 2001
Listen to the Street Beat Listen to the sound pound Listen or I'll kill ya! - Raphael De La Ghetto
*thumbclick'n*
posted by schmove is rad at 11:47 PM
she is ficitonal at best. but you're just a fib. I think I win.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 11:38 PM
she called me to tell me, that she was sick of my football sundays, and pre meal prayers. said something like, it distracts her from living.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 11:38 PM
he hate we OG I flee gunshot johnson see discovery channel educational. words placed mis is bliss.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 11:34 PM
he stumbled on his words like a baby and the first steps. this was truly a dawn of an innocence. as he pulled the trigger, voices of pain came scorching from his veins, and he was one with his existence, laying motionless. death is life, and he lived, so sadly.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 11:26 PM
maybe if I'd bark like DMX you'd notice me, finally. I've spoken as much as I could, with lyrics reinforcing, that was my song that I sang on my keyboard. did you hear? I've hit the buzzer button, when you're running on snooze. I'm on the tip of your tongue,
but you're scared to speak bluntly,
no one tickles your soul, but me,
and you keep it to yourself, quietly.
maybe it's fear of the truth,
but for some reason you choose not to
utter a word.
it's killing you isn't it?
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 11:04 PM
doggz is a robot....void of emotion, blessed with superior intelligence, i dunno bout strength tho (strength in eating maybe).
posted by schmove is rad at 10:57 PM
it wouldn't be so bad to be a robot. To not have emotion and to have superior intelligence and strength. wouldn't it?
posted by Verse +++= at 10:36 PM
Monday, March 12, 2001
i wish I could make you feel as strong as the person I believe you are... if it were only that easy, I could be the hero, when you need me. if I could transcribe
feelings of pride
well deserved,
because on our earth,
a treasure of your worth,
your mind...
the perception from your eyes,
they shine,
unequaled,
and unfounded in once piece,
as most remnants are found
jigsawed in a fasad.
you have the natural ability
to withdraw my inhibitions
and deliver hope.
(that's dope)
I began to lose faith,
in a pretty face,
cuz they all seemed to mask
the honest ugliness
inside.
the cute smile and nice hair,
and delicate nose,
were used to hide
the grave halitosis
of their stagnant prose.
i sense something else
as we sway on our gibberish
through the internet chords.
we stand on our IM soapbox,
rebelling against whatever we can,
brandishing our swords,
we shine cuz we understand.
and though I barely know you,
and can't even recognize your voice,
yuor touch or scent,
i can feel you wanting to make
your life
relevant.
and though your smile is heaven sent,
you deliver messages of truth,
when the rest live as uncouth
puppets,
you are free from any strings,
so when you speak,
it is pure soul which you bring.
- reb4
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 11:01 PM
so.. 4 hours of my life have been wasted towards trying to get this stupid Camera to work.. for some reason the driver isn't working. Is it the camera? Is it my computer? My scanner doesn't work on this computer. Hmm. Well.. this computer is a piece of shit. So is the camera. I am returning it. and I am buying a good 35mm and I am boycotting polaroid digitals. lemme shit on them. just once. 4 hours of a headache..versus a few minutes of fun? Bleh. It eats up batteries lik Ed does little boys. Way to wasteful.
posted by pop-[n]-fresh Lolo Jonapario at 12:00 AM
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