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I downloaded a plugin so that you can use functions ike like bold (str) link, block quote, dictionary, and link even in comments (Y) enjoy, u can test it out by commenting on this post.

wow, the site is really coming along
ppl are getting interested, i could prolly write a song
but i would rather rap it out
cuz all i can do is shout
and shouting really isnt singing
rap is becomign more about bling blinging
so let me take it back to the roots
listen to the poor man verbalize his fruits
his fruits of knowledge, that he writes so lyrically
the words come from deep within, so spiritually
the poor man writes simply to write
no spinning rims, no slave made nikes
the poor man writes to express
listen to the poor man, cuz he’s the best
the poor man dont write about violence, but may write about death
but no bling, zing, or bullets all up in my chest
no gunz no violence, the poor man dont need it
why glamourize this shit to kids, why believe it
why not make an impact for the better
why e-mail when u can use a letter
the world has changed and its all bout the money
but the poor man wants u to laugh with him, and at him cuz he’s funny
and his nose is runny, he says crazy stuff and ppl like it even though he has no money
the poor man wont make a cent off this
still this poor mans richer than 50 cent
cuz the poor mans heart is pure gold
his morals so pure, u’d think he’s old
no matter how hard u try, u cant fit in his mould
see through the eyes of the poor man
hear 2pacs rhymes and you’ll understand
welcome to the life of the poor man

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Broken shards of the child-like innocence
That once dominated our relationship
Surround me
The slivers thrust so deeply
I can’t take a step without drawing more blood
The same blood that once felt so much love
Is now filled with a burning hatred
Of your soul
Who? What? When? Where? How? Why?
That one little word opens the flood gates
To my heart, to my tears, to my pain
I made the mistake of trusting too easily
And loving too deeply
For that I am punished
A mistake not to be repeated.

crap I was being a meanie so i put ur coke can back.
Ahh, refreshing.
But rizzy loves pepsi, so ur image will now be replaced with a pepsi can 🙂
Thank You, come again.

Deedle dum, deedle dee. I’m so bored right now. Today I got home from school shortly after 6, and I suddenly realized that it’s getting darker later on in the evening now. For some reason I’m ecstatic about that. I hate, I repeat, HATE heading home at like 5 (in the middle of the winter) and it’s pitch black outside. I’m looking forward to setting my clocks one hour ahead. Goodbye and good riddance, winter…

I’ve been told the “party has ended” and must post something new.

The other day I was bored at home, so I decided to go check the mail and get some fresh air. While I was walking towards the mail box, I spotted a friendly neighborhood construction worker. I went over and began talking to him and asking questions related to building houses, hoping that I could take the knowledge he bestowed on me and build my own house one day. After a long discussion I decided I should be on my way. I had seen much, but I would see more.
Next on my journey, I came across a rather distressed looking woman. I waved hello and began talking to her also. Turns out her automobile had a flat tire and she had no idea what to do. So, I changed her flat tire and she offered me a hot drink and food in return. I thanked her kindly, but alas I had to be on my way.
I continued on my adventure, and came to my mail box. I slowly opened my compartment with the key I had safely hidden in my coat pocket. Upon opening the compartment, I was faced with a hoard of evil mail, Junk Mail, Flyers, and the most feared; Bills. Each one of these foes where facing me, mingled in a jungle of menacing edges that would surly cause agonizing paper cuts. Throwing caution into the wind, I took a deep breath and drove my hand into the compartment, twisting and turning to avoid paper cuts. After a lengthy battle, I held the evil mail in my hand, crushing it with my immense power. Victorious over the evil forces of the Mail, I thrust my hand into the air, showing the world that I had concurred the once indomitable Mail.
I returned home with my bounty, and all was well with the world.

*some or all of these events may or may not have occurred*