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narwhals...FUCK YES!!!

yeah, you got that shit on lock, huh. my bad.

oh, you know. i'm an atheist anyways. also...don't post your myspace link if your musical interests include linkin park, boo. danzig put it best: nu metal is the tiffany of metal. just sayin.

grizzly man. werner herzog. do it. then watch everything he's ever made.<br><br>i wanted to see a scanner darkly, but i'm scurred it won't do my man philip k justice.

i wanted to hate, but my girl just interviewed her...said she was chill as fuck.

haha. oh wow. this shit is hilarious. i didn't even think anyone would notice, but somehow this generated five pages?! wtf. and stooges...now i've never claimed to be a dimepiece, but madame mim? daaaaaamn. what's funny is that most of my photobucket pics don't even have me in 'em. whatevs...haters ain't nothin new. i'm glad some people liked it at least.

Re: yep. okay. last post, swear to god. i am a girl. it's all true. even the leaf. it could have been a figment of my imagination, but i wouldn't put it past the dude. he's fucking bananas. as for the guy, we're still tight. he lives on the other side of the country now, he's got a wifey, he's doing really well for himself, and i'm really proud of him. we said we'd be friends no matter what and we still are. he wouldn't touch twelve oz with a ten foot pole. he's smart like that. and no, i don't really consider myself a graff ho. a ho, perhaps, depending on your definition of the word, but a graff ho, nah. i have been obsessed with the art form itself ever since i can remember, i dabble in it myself (i'm awful, i ain't even gonna lie), and when you have a lot of love for something, people who excel at that thing are going to earn your admiration. they might even get broken off, if they're good peoples, which the dude was. all the writers out there, keep doin ya thing, and if you puttin it down off the j line, imma be checkin for ya. it's all love.

Re: yep. yeah, you prolly right. imma just stop now before i get myself into trouble. channel zero, it's been real. thanks for all the feedback. i'll let you know when i get my book deal.

Re: yep. if by slutbag you mean i like to fuck...then yeah. god, i'm such a weirdo. and don't even front...if you were a chick, you'd be a slutbag and a half. (ladies, don't answer that.) i just do what i do. don't be mad.

Re: Shit The Shit The Shit The Shit The Shit Thread fighting over girls is stupid. let 'em have her, or let her beat their ass her damn self if they outta line. protein shakes son!

Re: yep. there's a few heads on here who know me. i have my suspicions...fucking DRATTS...i'm comin for ya. and no, i didn't bang him. but he has seen my boobs.

Re: yep. beats the shit outta me...

Re: yep. ALL elements of hip hop make me warm in my funny place. nah, but for real... how bout "some chick who was stoned off her ass reminiscin decided to post up on twelve oz, unaware of the number of creepy myspace messages she was about to receive" no regrets though.

Re: I wanna see your...........PETS! thanks! i'm a wiz with the nail brush...what can i say...i've had some practice.

Re: I wanna see your...........PETS! stella bean. sits on your chest and purrs when you are sad or have a cold. knocks over the gravity bong when her mommy doesn't come home.

Re: yep. like, for totally. except that, from what i've noticed, they're all secretly complete nerds. meh...you got the nasty habit of fallin for alcoholics and geniuses, odds are you get a writer in there somewhere.

Re: yep. sorry to shatter any illusions of my elite graffhoism, but i can count the number of actual writers i've fucked on...mmmmm...two fingers. three as of this week. but who's counting.

afro rican - against all odds. so awesomely bad.

Re: Shit The Shit The Shit The Shit The Shit Thread neosporin after you shave: it's a lady's trick.

Re: yep. ouch my feelings!

powerbar ernie. the mike lethal in my grasp i like me some ass catch me in the back of the club laughin at white people dance.

Re: yep. krink? word, i would never break someone off who didn't mix their own ink. thanks for the props though.

Re: yep. nah dude, but are you? because foreign don't got a h in it.

Re: yep. haha. if you're on this shit enough, you've prolly seen em before. i have rules about getting naked in front of cameras, but after last call with an arsenal of weapons and three weeks worth of drug money, photographs were inevitable.

somebody kept tagging my bike. the seat. the rims. the fender. one time i caught him in the front hall of my apartment building, but he ran into the night. it was his way of telling me he liked me. graff dudes are always fuckinig weirdos. we were friends for a while. i broke up with my man the same day he broke up with his girl, unrelated. a coincidence. started going by his place more, it was summertime, we would play records and roll sticky joints and drink brass monkey and ride around on his motorcycle. i would be his lookout when he racked, he taught me how to steal food from salad bars. it was never an official thing. we were friends first, saw other people, but whenever i was in a jam, boom--he was right there. and he was a big dude. not the type you'd wanna step to. all the nights he came over and tore it up, held me until i fell asleep, then left me to go out bombing. the next morning we'd go out for breakfast, he would make me walk by all the places he'd hit. i'd pretend like it was the biggest hassle but i secretly loved it. he never talked about it all the time, wasn't a fuckin knucklehead about it like all the toys who would go on for hours at parties, building up each others' boners. fall rolled around and the warrants built up and he had to get the fuck outta dodge. he left me in a city filled with his name. i couldn't go anywhere without seeing a reminder of him. one time i even saw his mark on a leaf growing from a low-hanging branch. i'd walk into somebody's crib and they'd be watching old flicks - there he was stumbling through the hole in the csx fence, catching wreck in the snow, that was his laugh in the background. it took me awhile to realize that all the crazy places he took me to bang were just spots he had painted. down by the yard. on the banks of the river behind the flood wall. abandoned buildings. the trussels. rooftops. water towers. he came back to visit once and went into my work when i wasn't there. i came in the next day to a big drippy silver mop on the black bathroom wall - "hey boo." made me smile.