but I only started taking pictures like a year and a half ago or something. yup. i'm clearly very talented. is it a gift? i don't know! i don't question it. it just IS! i'm thankful that j_ _ _ (name witheld) recognized my own special genius and invited me to contribute to killoggs in my own special way. and you know what? like ben and mary and kara and j_ __ _ (name witheld)... I'm awesome too!
This 40-foot-tall bust of Jesus outside Solid Rock Church in Monroe, Ohio, is a symbol
of the strong Christian values in Butler County, which gave the president his largest
margin of victory in any county in the state, with 52,000 votes.
(BaltimoreSun photo by Karl Merton Ferron)
Nov 5, 2004
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NOTE: sometime way in the future when monroe ohio is dug up archeologists they will find this.
just like we found the pyramids.
I - don't wanna know your name
'Cause you don't look the same
The way you did before
O.K. - you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked allright before
Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Foxy is on the run
F - foxy
Fox on the run
And hide away
You - you talk about just every band
But the names you drop are second hand
I've heard it all before
I - don't wanna know your name
'Cause you don't look the same
The way you did before
Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Foxy is on the run
F - foxy
Fox on the run
And hide away
F - foxy
Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Foxy is on the run
F - foxy
Fox on the run
And hide away
Fox on the run
Fox on the run
Fox on the run
Fox on the run...
There's a reason
for the sunshine SKY,
There's a reason
why I'm feelin' so high.
Must be the season
When that love light shines all around us.
So let that feeling
GRAB you deep inside
and send you reeling
where your love can't hide
and then go stealing
throught the MOON LIT nights
with your lover.
Just let your love flow
like a mountain stream
and let your love grow
with the smallest of dreams
and let your love show
And you'll know what I mean
it's the season.
Let your love fly
like a bird on the wing
And let your love bind you
to all living things,
and let your love shine
and you'll know what I mean,
that's the reason.
There's a reason
for the warm sweet nights
There's a reason
for the candle lights.
Must be the season
when those love rites shine all around us.
So let THAT wonder
take you into space
and lay you under
its loving embrace
JUST feel the thunder
as it warms your face
you can't hold back.
Just let your love flow
like a mountain stream
and let your love grow
with the smallest of dreams
and let your love show
And you'll know what I mean
it's the season.
Let your love fly
like a bird on the wing
And let your love bind you
to all living things,
and let your love shine
and you'll know what I mean,
that's the reason.
I hate the steam train
that whistles woozy my bird brain,
That sends my spaniel insane.
And I’ll stop riding side saddle
if they don’t stop the clickity clattle,
I’ll jump in the undertow penguin paddle
and drown in my wedding gown.
I’ve been told the Bronx River stream
on moonlit nights is meant To seem
like the Rhone
in a glacier icy dream
but then in a poof
it's sulfur steam.
I hate the aeroplane
that nearly misses my birdie brain,
That terrifies my terrier insane.
And I’ll stop riding side saddle
if they don’t stop the clickity clattle,
I’ll jump in the undertow penguin paddle
and drown in my dressing gown.
I was drinking by the Des Plaines River
when the naught of the night Served for making me shiver
and me & the squirrels would hold hands And quiver
'cause that damnable diesel
never fails to deliver.
I hate the livery cars
that has my bird brain seeing stars,
That drives my Doberman to drink in bars.
And I’ll stop riding side saddle
if they don’t stop the clickity clattle,
I’ll jump in the undertow penguin paddle
and drown in my wedding gown.
I hate the steam train
that whistles woozy my bird brain,
That sends my spaniel insane.
And I’ll stop riding side saddle
if they don’t stop the clickity clattle,
I’ll jump in the undertow penguin paddle
and drown in my dressing gown.
another in a series of excerpts from my roomate paige's live journal thing:
For the past few conscious hours I have been trying to think of a good way to present this story. I thought the best way to convey the ridiculosity of this event was to tell it from the perspective of the kiosk gangsta at the Arundel Mills Mall as he might tell it to his doggs and then follow it up with what actually happened as best as I can remember. Now I have to premise this by saying that I'm not very down with gangster type talk so I'll do the best I can...I mean, I know I should use the words, "motha fucka" a lot so we'll see what happens.
Dis fucking white bred motha fucka and his bitch come rollin' up on my hood, yo, and takes dis fucking pikture of da bling blingin' Fiddy Cent shirt I made for that hoe, LaShawnda. Den the cracka started rollin' away so I checked him. I was like, "Yo, cracka! Did you just take a pikture of my jonx?" That motha fucka said, "Yeah" or some whacked ass crap like dat. I telled dat honkey dat da mall don't be allowing no piktures being taken in it. White boys was all like, "Are you gonna be like that about it?" I could tell he be skurred of me because you know, Imma black man dat be working at da freshest kiosk in da mall and y'all doggs call tell dat Imma bad ass gangta too, yo, so I telled him dis. I be sayin' to dat foo, "Fuck white boy, I could be a lot worse." Den I called ova mall sekurrity and da man made him delete his pikture and telled him dat he had to be puttin' that motha fuckin' camera in his car, yo. I showed that white motha fucka what da fuck was up, yo. He prolly went home and cryed because I owned his cracka ass.
Now what really happened? Kevin and I went to see Garden State last night at the Arundel Mills and, of course, Kevin has to stop every 5 or 6 steps to take a fucking picture. This is a normal event and you just have to allow for it when you go out in public with him. We were happily walking to Duclaws to grab a bite to eat before our movie and Kevin spied this black 50 Cent t-shirt hanging at the end of one of those mall kiosks. It had like glitter paint on it and shit. Uber cheesy so he paused and snapped a shot of it and we began moving along. Then we heard this, "Hey. Hey!" and we turned around only to see this short black man who was working the kiosk waving us back.
I feel compelled to tell you exactly what this dude looked like because that really is the best part of the story. Imagine what Bobby Brown would look like with downs syndrome and you pretty much have a good mental image. It isn't unlike Beetlejuice. Maybe some of you don't have that great of an imagination so here's a fucking picture for you:
Close enough if you ask me.
ANYWAY, the dude is like, "Did you just take a picture of my shirt?" I think Kevin and I were both confused at this point. Confused about what the big fucking deal was, that is. So Kevin replies, "Uh yeah?" And the fucker is like, "You can't be takin' no pictures in the mall." And he waves over mall security! This Barney Fyfe putz comes rolling out of this other store and Bobby Brown is like, "This guy be takin' pictures in the mall." Barney (the mall cop) says to Kevin, "Did you take pictures in the mall?"
"Yeah."
"Let me see it."
Now I must explain Kevin's demeanor about this because up to this point I had no idea that he was such a covert asshole. All this time I thought he was a "roll with the punches happy go lucky" sort of dude. No no! That is not the case. He acted like a sarcastic 17 year old who just got busted for skating at the mall after hours. I wish I could describe it better, but my lack of vocabulary is preventing me from doing so. Perhaps I should read more.
On with it. Kevin showed Barney the picture he had snapped of the cheesy shirt and then deleted it right in front of him with a shit eating grin on his face. Barney says, "Is that the only one you took in the mall?" Kevin says, "Uh yeah" like a bastard and knowing that he's lying his ass off (prior to getting to that point he had taken probably 6 other pictures...IN THE MALL). Then Barney says, "You're going to have to take that camera and put it in your car, son." So Kevin says, "Ok" and that was basically that. We went on our merry way to Duclaws so I could get a beer where we then proceeded to laugh about what had just transpired. Honestly, I think the dude was just pissed because he had to stand in the middle of the hallway at a cheesy mall and sell his cheesy t-shirts. He probably had a slow day that day as well.
At any rate, I just checked out the mall's website and there is nothing on it stating that cameras are prohibited. You would think that since such a big ridiculous stink was made regarding a photo taken of a cheesy t-shirt that there would be something posted, wouldn't you? But alas, there is nothing.
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Kevin NOTE: FORBIDDEN MALL PHOTOS soon to follow.
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bud
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I aint into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bud
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I aint into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriends wit dey bi and dey ready to go
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga i done came up and i ain't change.
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my joynt get to knockin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you aint talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cuz go 'head switch the style up
If niggas hate then let 'em hate but
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus (2x)]
[Talking]
[Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, if its a problem pop off
g-unit
Heh heh heh. Last night we had an uninvited house guest. I had fallen asleep watching season one of the Dave Chappel show and I woke up to Kevin freaking out, "What's that!?!?!" I opened my eyes only to see Kevin half crouched and armed with a Roman blind (yet to be hung) and a winged animal flying around the bedroom and seating area of the third floor. Yes, folks. We had a bat in the house. Somehow, Kevin managed to get enough balls to venture into the seating area, turn on the closet light, and open the door to the roof deck while this thing was drunkenly buzzing about. Kevin kept trying to swing at it with the Roman blind while I yelled, "Don't kill it!" "I'm not going to kill it. I'm trying to get it to go outside. Why won't it go outside!?!?!" Then I tried to get him to use the trashcan to capture it, but I think he thought I was crazy. Of course, we were both laughing the whole time because we were both terrified and I know I heard Kevin scream like a girl a few times when it looked like the bat was going to drive bomb his head. I even ran back to the bed and jumped under the covers once. Oh, and there was one point where we lost sight of the creature. It had briefly nestled itself in the rafters of the seating area and we couldn't tell where it was. So, we were both peering up into the rafters from Kevin's bedroom door trying to see where it went. Well, I decided it would be amusing to taunt Big Kev a little and I yelled, "Oh! There it is..right above you!" Hahahaha, he screamed, ducked down and yelled "Where? Where? Where?" all panicked like. Hahahahaha. Finally, it found its way outside.
Goddamn I wish I had a video camera for that precious moment.
