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Name: Brenton Country: Costa Rica Birthday: 12/12/1984 Gender: Male
Interests: rappin, sleepin, eatin, hangin, chilin, swingin, paintin, runnin, hittin, hidin, spinin,tity twistin, sleepin some more
Expertise: busting out those mean beats
Occupation: Consulting Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me AIM: CivilBlack
Member Since:
5/28/2003
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"Just for a second I stood there in silence at the damned evil deed ive done" El Paso
mmmmmm god this starburst is good.. soo goood. fuck i forgot to update this thing, this El Paso song is soo, soo badass. got that movie kungfu hustle and its the best movie ever made.. god that shit thats going on in new orleans is fuckin crazy. they said they might not get back electricity for 2 months. could u imagine living with pitch black streets, and no stop lights. that would be weird. | | |
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You and me will all go down in history with a sad statue of liberty and a generation that didn't agree - Mezmerize
Sometimes I wish I just had my own private island where I could just go and chill. wouldnt have to worry about jack shit just go and chill. Been having some serious family problems lately. they suck,cant go to much into detail but yea it sucks ass. Anyways other then the whole family thing life has been pretty good kind of still pissed about the whole thing in Iraq but eh what can u do. Saw some thug outside work this morning licking his fingers then running them along his cornrows thought that was pretty funny cause he had this big bushy mustache and his eyes where huuuge like almost popping out of his head huge, it was weird. i rented this crazy movie called killer klowns from outer space. it was one of those crappy horror movies but i liked it, really colorful then i got dave chapelle season two and that shit is fuckin great. cant get enough of it.i want to take a trip to Costa Rica somtime my sister went and it sounds fuckin awesome and cheap, and the pics she brought back were fuckin great. I Don't get the whole my space thing seems kinda lame to me but yea whatever later | | |
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If all you touch is all you see, it's all your life will ever be. Run rabbit Run . - Dark Side of the Moon
Wow haven't been on here in a while. Haven't really had time for this shit but i think I'll start writing again, always good to write keeps the mind quick. so what has been on my mind lately? well I went to this wedding the other day, it sucked major donkey dick. it was my moms friends wedding she's like almost 45 or something like that and the guy she is marrying is around 50 and he is a fuckin booze hound, the dude had a beer in his jacket during the ceremony and pulled it out after he kissed the bride and took a swig, it was actually really funny but yet kind of depressing at the same time. fuck dude if i end up like that someone please do me a favor and put a bullet in my head. The place was really nice right by the Queen Marry at this really cool restaurant the open bar was fuckin awsome,food was good, music was ok, and the dancing was fuckin horrible. yea it was pretty bad, it was like watching a room full of rythemless drunk monkey's dancing, no one was on beat and it was sad. oh and the song that the groom dedicated to the bride was All Star by smashmouth, which is sad cause the beginning talks about this dumb chick being a looser sitting in the corner with an L on her forehead so yea that didn't go over to well. so yea the whole wedding was just really sad, but the food was good.
Fuck does anyone ever read this anymore? everyone probably moved to myspace. I say FUCK my space, thats right I said it,.It's all about the X up in here, later | | |
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Thinking: Some Deep Shit
Existence...... why do we exist? what is the purpose? were we made to amuse God? Or is there another reason for the how we came to be? Sure there is the explanation of a big bang but that tells of nothing of why we are so emotional, emotion its what people thrive on, well some people more then others. How can A big bang create emotion, so leaving me with the question WHY THE FUCK ARE WE HERE!!, what should we be doing, is it up to us to decide our fate or does it come knocking at our door? does the universe end? I read this theory that the universe only goes so far. This Theory makes no fuckin sense to me at all because nothing really ends, usually there are just obstacles, shit in the way. I mean if u traveled in space to the very edge of the universe and it ended, what the fuck would be at the ending point? a wall? would it turn out that the universe is in some type of box? now what the fuck is outside the box? God just thinking about this shit gives me a head ache, well i doubt anyone will see this but if u do tell me what u think.
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This took me like 3 minutes to write, My inspiration is this wigger I saw while driving down ball road. Enjoy
urban thug
my name, Spencer Graceland, but people call me spenca spence and i am an urban thug, my story is one of the greatest stories ever told. It all started one day at the Yum Yum doughnuts. Me and J. T. were up in there gettin some chocolate doughnuts with sprinkles, cause thats the only kind a true thug eats. as Jose handed us our chocolate sprinkles, we heard shouting in the parking lot, and it was Terrence "timberland" Bloomberg and he was kicking the side of my dodge dorango while shouting I am the greastest". So I being the thug that I am thug walked outside and threw one of the chocolate sprinkles at him and it slapped against the side of his face, sticking there for a second before slowly sliding down his face, leaving a mark of sweet chocolate thugness. He turned with a dirty thug look, me and J.T jumped back as he tried to burn a whole threw us with his thug stare. Then J.T pulled the Pepper spray, and Terrence pulled out his pepper spray as did i. we stood there in a triangle of pepper spray madness, but i could see Terrence's pepper spray was an outdated edition that only shot up to 25 feet away, where as me and J.T. had the new limited edition silver devil's 45 foot pepper spray that would shower any thug with blisteringly hot peppers imported from the depths of the Costa Rican jungle that would leave u nearly blind for more then 30 minutes, yes it was the ultimate weapon in thugetry. So we stood there and I screamed out " Put that peppa spray down dog, or i'll ice your ass, you only have a 25 cal. pep spray, where as we have 45. caliber pep" He then screamed back "EAST SIDE" and he raised his pepper spray and i shot without hesitation. showering Terrence with the hot costa rican jungle pepper juice, he fell slowly to the ground screaming in pain. I hit him in the left eye and J.T hit the right. I emptied half a can into his punk ass before he even hit the ground. As Terrence laid on the ground me and J.T. hopped in the dorango and got ready to leave, before I left I took an old apple and smashed it into T's face screaming WEST SIIIDE BITCH!! this thug battle has been won and will live in infamy but the war is far from over. | | |
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