FUCKIN FUCK FUCKITY FUUUCK!!!!

so heres my game boy.....looks normal right. i got bored and painted it but yeah nothing special.


















so i open it up one day im about to go into picto-chat with my frnd enrique.

















AND THIS IS WAT I FUCKIN SEE!!!!!!!!!!
i was totally pissed off i mean FUCK i almost started to cry man that seriously is like a kick in the groin.























i dont know how it happend maybe someone stepped on my backpack.



















yeah...this is my DS now. it fuckin sucks cause i still havnt passed crystal chronicals. i have to call up nintendo to see if i can get a replacement screen.




FUUUUCK









oh yeah Tundae is gonna right on this blog too.
i made him photographer/ model guy for Jona's Inks


he is also Black Waldo for an upcoming movie my frnd Jay and I are working on.
yeah


everyone say hi to tundae.

over thinking

Over Thinking


leads to over compensation

over compensation

leads to distress

distress

makes me wanna jump into a pool
and just stay at the bottom

thinking like that

makes my eyes open to all the faults in this world

its a wicked view i got to admit


but the demons have caught on to what i have seen


soon ill be found and killed


better make my last days worth it

for my future doesnt look so pretty.


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i don't know where that came from but i woke up from a dream and wrote it down on a napkin.

wiiierd!!


i got a new camera. yeah so blogging should be at a constant rate now.
i should have new shit to talk about and such.


this shall be fun.

i grew up on them

its fucked up how they are taking away all the good things in life.
first it started with the arcade in teh usc village,
now they are trying to TAKE MY FUCKIN TACOS!!!!

i've known about the issue for a long long time but my mother recently told me about the website and the petition being signed.

please help save our tacos!

Recodare and the techo viking

a couple weeks ago my music teacher gives teh class an arrangement of Mozarts Requiem
and yeah the trombones play teh tenor guys voice


it sounds very sexy






and this is just for people who havnt seen or even heard about teh techo VIKING!!!

wat ima do on my birthday

do you have the time

to listen to me whine!


woke up to that song.

anyway so as i got up today i went to go play some black and white

probably the coolest game ever

one of the first computer games i played besides starcraft and warcraft and wolfenstien.


but thats besides teh point i've always felt liek video games were like some mental yoga i do that jsut calms me down takes me to a whole nother dimension were im away from stupid ppl and i kill terrorists.


its fun




a video for you to enjoy.

Puedo Escribir

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.'

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche inmensa, más inmnesa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guadarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.