Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Flooi'm actually speechless as to what to say, but GOT DAAAAAAM!! let it out bruddah!
Some crap...[B]Dear
Dear, you're fuct, your mind is bunk,
All I'm gonna miss is hittin' yo' junk,
Smack dat ass and ride yo' tail,
Lovin' all the shrieks, sighs and wails.I'm a cool cat, did't fuc any other,
What a shame yo' argued wid me, lover,
Now, I'm gone and you want me back,
Don't know if I wanna Round 2 in da sack...I'm bored of yo' moaning - and not in a good way,
Yo' found fault wid me, even dough everyday I pay,
"You forgot to call", "You didn't answer fast"...
B!tch, I'm da one workin as yo' sit on yo' ass!Nows, alls good, I'm only really playin,
But I ain't got the time for mo' strainin',
I'd rather we break, than hear mo' of dat shit,
It's time to pull da curtains, fo' us dats it.Please note...I'm really not angry or even that sad. I've been resigning myself to breaking-up with her since June. The only stupid thing is that when she has promised me she'd change, I've always believed her. Everytime the 'change' has lasted about a week...bub-byeeeeeeeee. [/B]
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
And so begins the Age of Ya Krunk'd Floo...He desires no recompense for his delusions and no symphony for his music.
Life, being life, is good. Help others, not just yourselves. Tolerate fools, but disregard ignorance. Laughter breeds life, but rejections of brilliance suffocate the world. Don't put up with the daily mundane...
[B]Faith Flounder'd-Found
Oh, for faint! Oh, for flower!
Oh, for paradise in this somnolentless hour!
Twist'd turns, and moves abound...
Be still, my mind. Ship, halt! Aground!Rocky reef and ribald runes,
Cause it's stasis, rigamort, deplumed!
And in this hole of lewd react.
Stands the preacher, hand with tract."Is your life moral, ground?"
"Is your truth to be found?"
"No proof have I, yet none thee need!"
"In this light, I turn! I leave!"And in his amble, stomp, lost hope,
Did three stones see and remark, with bloat:
"Be he who they frown and cast
Forever in journey, destination pent-cast?""May-June be, cometh then...
Follow his truth, we three men!"
And so united, with vain profound
Did they leave their mottled mound...Upon the out-set of their belegured Proust,
Did nothing but clod-hump, half-in-doubt.
They could not feel or remember past,
That which happen'd, night but last.So, in this end, the man who stroll'd,
Continued on, in desire of soul.
A lonely life, full of friends...
Around the corner, lying another bend. [/B]
dj
Originally posted by Syrenhaha...kinda like the lil boy that hit the lil girl in grade school cause he has no other way to express his feelings of love and want.
The piece is good, as expected... but the blatant bullying of Coldfire is really quite disgusting.
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floodude!!!! how is it you can see into my mind?
I think he's talking about doing it like they do on the discovery channel...