Cheyenne is amazing and is like the dopest girl eva and we are going to move in together and play dress up and drink da beer... we are the new barbie and ken

hey whats up im mike love to go out have fun hate sitting at home i fucking love helping people like to make some 1 smile wow nothing like it. well this summer was great i met so many kool friends i was a camp concelor for the Y.M.C.A lol kids r loveing,crazy,great,lill shits lol i love them right now i just chill have fun travel work play you know same old shit just a new mission every day. i work at earls its fun. rep white rock to the fullest.


R.I.P. Nikki Holden May 23,1988-Oct 12,2007 love you hun cant wate to see you agen xoxoxo keep me safe hun make shere i put that seet balt on see ya later hun.

R.I.P. brook 1986-2005,02,25 see u at the croos roads. xoxox r.i.p

weep not for me

weep not for me though i am gone;
in to that gentle night.
grieve if you will but not for long,
upon my soul's sweet flight.
i am at peace.
my soul's at rest.
there is no need for tears.
for with yoer love i was blessed;
for all those many years.
there is no pain,
i suffer not,
the fear now is all gone.
put now these things out of yore thoughts.
in yore memory i live on.
remember not my fight for breath;
remember not the strife.
please do not dwell upon my death,
but celebrate my life.


r.i.p brook miss ya babe.




I pray to god everyday
I pray to god for this pain that torments me to go away
I pray to god for my pain to disappear
I pray to god to stop sheding these tears
I pray to god to have peace in my sanity
I pray to god to get a chance to see life in a different way
I pray to god to have him next to me in times of crisis
I pray to god to clear my mind from all the bad flashbacks
I pray to god to lift my head up from sadness
I pray to god to live in happiness
I pray to god to forgive me for all my sins
I pray to god to keep me safe when I feel that theres no meaning for me in life
I pray to god for these suicidal thoughts...to leave my mind............

dj,drinking,partying camping to if u like camping thats dope

muisc
necro
2pac
tek9
bonethugs
and fucking country its sweet no matter how gangsta u r
The Saga of Babba Fats

There once was a boy called Gimmesome Roy
he was nothing like me or you
cause laying back and getting high was all
he cared to do.
As a kid, he sat in his cellar
sniffing airplane glue, and then smoked bananas
which then was the thing to do.
He tried aspirin and coca-cola, breathed helium on the sly.
And his life was just an endless search
to find that perfect high.
But, grass just made him want to lay
back and eat chocolate pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote while he was stoned looked like "****" in the morning light.
and speed just made him rap all day
reds just laid him back
and cocaine rose sweet to his nose
but her price nearly broke his back.
He tried PCP and THC but they didn't quit do the trick.
And poppers nearly blew his heart and mushrooms made him sick.
Acid made him see the light but he never remembered long.
And hash was just a little too weak and smack was allot to strong.
and Quaaludes made him stumble, and booze just made him cry.
Till he heard of a cat named Baba fats,
who knew of the perfect high!
Now Baba fats was a hermit cat
who lived up in Nepal.
High on a craggy mountaintop
up sheer icy wall
But, hell says Roy; I'm a healthy boy
and I'll crawl or climb or fly
but, I'll find the guru who'll give me the clue
as to what's the perfect high.
So out and off goes Gimmesome Roy
to the land that knows no time
up a trail no man could conquer
to a hill no man could climb
for fourteen years he tries that cliff
then back down he slides
then sits and cries and climbs again
pursuing the perfect high.
He's grinding his teeth; he's coughing blood
he's aching and shaking and weak
and starving and sore and bleeding and tore
he reaches the mountain peak.
And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf and he snarls the snarl
of a rat.
And there in perfect repose and wearing no clothes sit the God like Bubba fats
What's happening Fats say's Roy with joy?
I came to state my biz
I hear your hip to the perfect trip
Please tell me what it is.
For you can see says Roy to he
that I'm about to die.
So for my last ride fat's how can I achieve the perfect high?
"Well dog my cats", says Babba fats, here's one more burnt out soul,
who's looking for some alchemist to turn his trip to gold.
But you won't find it in no dealer's stash or on the druggy's shelf
Son, if you seek the perfect high, find it in yourself.
"Why you son of a *****",
screamed Gimmesome Roy
I've climbed through rain and sleet.
I've lost three fingers of my hand and four toes of my feet.
I've braved the liar of the polar bear and tasted the maggots kiss,
Now you tell me the high is in myself
What kind of **** is this?
Look, my butts froze off "says Roy
And I've heard all kinds of crap,
But I didn't dream in fourteen yours
to listen to that sophomore rap
And I didn't crawl up here to here that the high is on the snatch
So you tell me where the real stuff is or I'll kill your guru ass.
OK, Ok, says Bubba fats
you are forcing it out of me , there is a land beyond the sun that is known as Zaboli, a wretched land of stone and sand where the snake and lizards scree
where the devils guardian guards the mystic Tzu Tzu tree.
Once every year it blooms the flower as white as the Key West sky
and he who eats this of the Tzu tzu tree flower, will know the perfect high.
For the rush comes on like a tidal wave and hits like the blazing sun,
and the high, it lasts a lifetime and down don't ever come.
But the Zaboli land is ruled by a giant who stands twelve cubits height
with eyes of red in it's hundred heads,
he waits for the passer-by.
And you must slay the red-eye giant and then swim the slimy sea.
There is a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzu Tzu tree.
To hell with your witches and giants laughed Roy. To hell with the beast of the sea as long as the tzu tzu flower blooms hope still blooms for me.
and the tears of joy in his snow blind eyes
Roy handed the guru a five
then back down the icy mountain he
crawls perusing his perfect high
Well that is that says Babba fats, sitting back down on the stone facing another thousand years of talking to god alone.
It seems Lord says Fats its all the same.
old men or bright-eyed youth,
it's always easier to sell them some ****
than it is to tell them the truth.

not much u gotta do lot to piss me off fuck with 1 of my
friend's/fam u no dumm shit