Busy Lika Bee
Ill try to make this post count, try to recollect whats happend in the last buncha days. In chronomotaticalacious order.
Thursday :
Dont Remember.
Friday:
Did some cool shit that day, went to the talent show that night, saw my Brotha Dawkness’s beatbox onstage (video), gotta show support for the family, you know. Did I mention I went with my cousin Eebs? Cause I did, and he burned some ass in that raffle, went home with homecoming tickets for next year, a handful of lotion, and a friggin apple pie, thanks to Heidie with the pies. Crazy talent show, saw: Indian Chic dance (video), and saw this ragtag buncha raptastic revolutioniatio reppin 650 rap act (video). Prey bueno eh? Sorry bout the Indian Chic dance (video) bein kinda jerky, I was laughin my ass off. Oh and den, Shell Fish let us hit up her pad for a lil get together, if you havent already seen the pics of that, check em HERE.
Saturday:
G’times, cause shes so grand, shes so great, shes so fine, shes so first rate, shes so so shes already divine. Pizza was to be had, garlic breath made us all sad, nowhere kept us here, heat fogged my mirror, wanna be ya luvah gain and again, heaven tonight, gone with the sin tommorow. Yaya.
Sunday:
Indecisive – Characterized by lack of decision and firmness, sall good though, things work out. I think I tried to tan a bittle lit, but…yeah still all albino rhino-ish. Oh yeah I went for a long ass run, pretty cool cause it was all long the piers in the city (San Francisco) yaya, cool beans. Did I mention im doin the bay to breakers this year, gonna keep up with the Kenyans, mmm hmmm youll see me in the telly next to the tubbies: (lala, dipsy, tinky winky, and poe). You’ll see.
Monday:
Somebody almost had a case of the Mondays, but ya know theres only one remedy fer that shia bia, and its seven cups sugah, stir, mix, and repeat. I know it was yesterday and all, but I don’t really remember what else happend :P.
Tuesday (today:
All you need to know is that DJ Brady FINALLY GOT AVIATORS!!!, and ther pimp as shit, or so my momma tells me. Pretty stoked, everyone knows ive been jonesin for a pair of these bias, now I gots em, gonna be all struttin round like the dude from INXS, wooty woo. Oh I gotta haircut too, lets see if anyone notices. Lets keep it on the down low.
Collective Flow
So ya know Leo is the pimp shit, lovin it harder than Joe Joe loves his cake. We threw this together, all the good parts come from him, hes finally cuttin loose all the thinkin, and got a lil help from his buddy “drinkin.” Yessuh yessuh, rumble young meng rumble.
now the days have come and gone,
with u it seems like the time stands still.
but father time has passed on us,
passed and gone away
away like the songs of tommorow
gone with words of today
cold with the thought of now
Theo: hot with the tought of tommorow
I run shit in conditioning, we hadta run around some stuff, up some stuff, down some stuff, and fuckin stuffed the competition, after I lapped dem beeches. Yeh bia. Damn right im better than yours.
Got home did the nap thing again, lovin it. Very much so, rocks hard, jus like Pepper, Pepper dude..look em up. Than I hear some pink bird rappin at my chamber door, you’d think that’d be kinda freaky, chillin in the magic maker one sec, than lookin up at two beedy eyes in my window :P. But I knew it was only Pinky and nothing more, and his Lenore. Heres a pic I took of the pinkest pinkies.
Know what I noticed? If im listening to music on my computer and I have the oppurtunity to change the song at will, I do. For example, maybe I jus like the hook for “Metallica – And Justice for All,” I’ll jus listen to the first 38 seconds or whatever of it, and go to the next song. Its like musical ADD. Other than that, I think im in the same boat as Pinky with the whole opposite of ADD, sittin, doin the same shit for hours. mmm hmmm Jussa thought stupid.
And why the ass not:
and den:
and den:
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.
Fawkin Friday
Steve was supposed to get outta the hospital today, but it looks like he might stay a lil bit more, but hes got a lotta doctors lookin out for em, anyway I made this, if ya wanna use it, please do, jus crick on it 
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So ya know Mr. Thurtle (T $) as the english teacher who I got up and hugged in the middle of class, but dint get money for it cuz it was too pussified. Anyway, class played a lil joke on em and he got hella upset, and was sayin how hes sucha shitty teacher and hes gonna retire now and he thinks hes not teaching us anything. I felt hella bad meng, Thurtle’s easily the pimpest teacher on campus, who the fawk else says “put the scrilla in the manilla”? Shiot..that jus got to me 😛 cuz Thurtles the man.
Stopped by Randy’s but he wasnt home, I did check out his solid wheels, found out its a ’74 Buick, and believe me, its even sexier in person. His mom gave me the keys and I was chillin in it, givin er a good rub. I think he told me he didn’t even spend that much on it, which kills me, cuz theres nothing even wrong with it. And the killer…he doesnt…have…his…permit.. sumumuh bitch
I picked my mutha up some tewwwyyyaaahhhkeee cheeekkeennn fo din din, and I bought a lil sum sum for myself, I remember drinking this stuff when I was in a lil conveniant store in Hawaii, good times meng, cause that stuff in sooo good. Finished it before I left the tewwwyyyaaahhhkeee place.
I really can’t do anything this weekend, thats what happends when you get FIVE EFFS, fo gigure. Gonna run somewhere wiff mi padre in the mornin again, hopefully we can hit up the Hitwall, play some tunes bia :D.
Oh check this out: