Now Playing: thank you,AT-T AND VERIZON,AND MR.OBAMA
THE PATRIOT ACT!!!! I"ve been thinking about it for a long time,why?,where kinda libreal,spying on your own people,.
every phone call in the lake tahoe basin is recorded and dicected,everywhere achually but here in piticuler,judges phone calls,lawyers phone calls every cell phone call,bussiness or pleasure,every police fire ambulence and sherriff,recorder,every singel one every time.!,every medical marjuana club phone call,be aware my friends.
hate clubs connecting with cell phones and the internet,hate kevin clubs!!!!!
understand I controll wepons of mass destruction,FOR REAL!!!!!,there fore it is of high importance that no one controlls me,high importance!!!! so have you said anything you wish you hadent of???
you can not attempt to drive a politition into suiside!!it is a felony!!or anyone for that matter!! your not teaching kevin to be a rock star,thats called a god complex that your better than someone else!,no!!!.
thank you polititions,patriot act saved my life!.
your weening on mr.Obama there people,whats up with that sapport him he rocks he freed Cuba man,with my help,he won a nobel prize,come on no president EVER gets that!!!!!,,he's saving me everyone and that saves the world,see how much happyer I am with our polititions,that cherring on the floor at the presidentual adress,kinda reminds me of brittens parlament the enthusiasam was really nice to see,cherring,involved,truly involved not just punching the clock,so to say,
I love you to much Jennifer,whyun,whyun,wheres my sweety???? I think it's meoclock sweety.
sorry I missed the Gramy awards,I thought it was next sat,hmm,someone said they didnt want me watching that for a REASON,THE CEO GUYS, JUST MAKE HIM ANGRY,i WRITE A LOT OF THAT STUFF, DONT GET ME WRONG LADIES,,,,,
YOUR BEATIFULL IT SO HELPS YOUNG WOMEN AROUND THE WORLD TO SEE YOU YOUNG GIRLS SUCSESSFULL,INSPIRES,BUT i LIVE IN A MOTTELL ROOM,HUNGRY,SEE WHAT i MEAN i'M ONLY HUMAN,SOjENNIFER HANGS WITH ME,OR SOMEONE PRETENDING TO BE, THANKS i'M SHURE YOU ALL PROMETED ME,i MISSED THE LAST gRAMYS ALSO,HM,SEEMS TO BE A PATTERN,. NO jIMMI pAGES NO bONO?,WHERE ARE MY GARAGE BANDS THAT PRACTICED FOR FORTY YEARS LIKE ME?LETS SEE i WAS A FIFTEEN YEAR GUITAR PLAYER WHEN tAYLOR sWIFT WAS BORN,HMM,YOU ROCK tAYLOR KEEP THEM BELIVING FOR ME HU!!!!
HERES SOME REALLY HEAVY STUFF,,,,,,,,,
THIS INCADENT i DONT SHARE VERY OFFTEN,WAIT A POEM ABOUT jENNIFER FIRST.
" PEACE MAN"
a PEACE MANS DREAM,TO MEND THE STABS OF OPINON
MY BABBY MENDS THE HOLES IN MY SOUL,SHE PATCHES MY TIME SPACE FABRIC
SHE WONT LET ME FALL FOR LONG,TO LAUGHTER FROM THE CROWD
A PEACE MANS DREAM TO MEND THE STABS OF OPINION
MY SOFT
MY GOOD
MY SWEET TEMPERER OF POWER
THE DRIVER OF THE ROSTER
THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN STOP THE BREZZ
A PEACE MANS DREAM,TO MEND THE STABS OF OPINION!
A RARE THING TO SHARE THIS MEMORY i'VE ONLY WRITTEN ABOUT IT ONCE,
i'M A LITTLE ONE FIVE YEARS OLD,1969 TRYING TO STAY ALIVE IN THE sAN fERNANDO VALLY
i HAVE A PHOTO OF THE SAME APARTMENT COMPLEX i'M WRITING About,with me holding my swhin chopper bicycal,with crome extended forks and a crome sissy bar and a sparkaly yellow banna seat,coolest bike on the block,
my head had just gotten bashed in by MY cinder block wall,just out of the childrens hospital,I remember Holloween there,like yesterday,little spider man costume with the cheep plastic mask,I was eating thoes little yellow and orange taffy candies,running aROUND IN MY SOCKS AND i CAN HERE MY MOTHER YELLING AT ME TO COME IN AMD EAT DINNER,"HAMBERGER HELPER" AND CHICKEN LIVERS,FRYED,STILL LOVE CHICKEN LIVERS,
WE WHERE A LITTLE AFRAID CAUSE dICK WAS COMING OVER TO TAKE OUR MOM OUT,dICK WAS SCARY ,HE DROVE MY MOMS cOVAIR(CAR) OFF A CLIFF AND BROKE HIS ARM JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW IN THE NICK OF TIME,HMM SCARY GUY SIX FOOT TWO MEAN BIKER!HE SAVED MY LIFE THOUGH,BRINGING ME TO THE CHILDREWNS HOSPITAL,CLOSE,WHEW.
SO i'M A MESS,YES,JUST OUT OF THE CHILDRENS HOSPITAL WITH THE COTTEN PATCHES OFF MY EYES,,,yipi i can see!!!!FIVE YEARS OLD(dARE DEVIL),MY FACE IS STILL SWOLLEN,AND "BLUE ON BLACK",SOME STICHES STILL IN MY HEAD SHAVED BALD SPOTS,LIKE SIXTY EIGHT AT ONE TIME,STICHES THAT IS,IN MY HEAD,( THE WALL,THE DOCTER AND THE MOTHER)"WE DONT KNOW IF HE'LL BE RETERDED OR NOT ONLY TIME WILL TELL,HEMREGES COULD HAPPEN,STROKES COULD HAPPEN,SPINAL MENINGITES COULD HAPPEN,KEEP HIM HAPPY JUST IN CASE YA KNOW,?
IT'S AROUND NOON,NAP TIME OUR APATRTMENT HAS TWO BED ROOMS ONE FOR MOM AND ONE FOR US,OUR BEDS ARE ON EITHER SIDE OF THE ROOM MY BEAD IS UNDER THE WINDOW,AWAY FROM THE DOOR,,
MY LIFE IS HIOT OR MISS AT THIS POINT,
i'M NOT ASLEEP MY EYES ARE OPEN FACING THE WALL,i'M HAPPY,HEART HAPPY LIKE jENNIFER MAKES ME FEEL,,,,,EVERYONES FINNALY BEING NICE TO ME,
i ROLL ON MY BACK AND STAIR AT THE CELING,THIS VERRY CALM CAREFULLY, QUIETLY AS THOUGH NOT TO SCARE ME,MY BODY FILLS WITH BLISS,LIKE EVERYTHINGS OK,YA KNOW,THIS blue ,white hand reches through the wall and lays it's hand apoun my chest,peace like wow,love,all good ya know,then I got this flash of Posiden or father time also in this ghost blue light ,then the second it registerd it disapeard,,,I'm a little kid,I think my brother is tryiong to scare me again,I see my brothers hand touching me in my minds eye,and I look under the bed,and theres no one ther,NO ONE THER??????,I look at my brothers bed and there he is sound asleep,right that second I freaked,started scremming and crying,ran to moms room and spent the rest of the day with her,scared to death!!
theres a lot of explanations for it,a awake daydream,kids have them they say,,,it was real I'm here to tewll you it was no dream,real as f chuck,
and look at who I am now!!! one of the most influentual people on the planet,to be shure,the work injury I suffer from should have killed me but no!!!strong like David,,also I have the posture of Davin,broken lower back and broken left coller bone,
also I have Stigmata, a really sever case of it one of the worst cases of Stigmata the sientest I see,have ever seen,it just kills me,,,MY STIGMATA CLUB,A TRUE KING OF EVERY CLUB!!forked toung and speaking in angels voice, the study still goes on,about my Stigmata, look up the definition of Saint in websters dictanary,I fit every definition,I feel a lot of outside insecurity going on around me ,it happens when ever I write about this topic,normal,
I have never been before,I smoke Cezar,I got the world not just Europ,.
saint or not I love Jennifer aniston and if ya mess with her I'll cut your testicalls off and feed them to your mother,got it,jesus christ blesses all!!!,I've made five mistakes and one of them was a ten year mistake,I mean no offence she has a heart of gold that girl, but I could have been with my soul mate Jennifer,ya know,so I dont want to here it,got it!.
one more poem for Jennifer befor I go,payday well some of it anyway,
"BOMB Shell"
a ttempt to high school
bomb shell red and the couyler of creem,to head down to play again
then my friend
then my friend
theres roads to roll and history to gain
atempt to high school
head down to play again
ther will be a time when devoation gets recognition
atempt to high school
bomb,now she found me
blond the bomb and the couler of creem.
dear mr.fanticy, sighning off for now,
a better position over there would be the Suez Cannell,not Afganistan!!!!.
thank you mr Obama for helping to stop war,,lets get them home!!!!!
peace will prevail!!! thank you mr.Mandella,I aspire to be strong like you my brother,strong like you!!
