1,2,3 entertain

who rides the sleek? not I...id rather walk then ride one with a sweater...anyways...yo my ears were like bleeding non-stop...why must uniqueness end in gore...whore wars? no more..not at all...ive settled all my scores...whats with the SQUARE LIFE? its mainstream already...duck tape is not stickin to mee-self...sheep isnt here...he likes me to sufffer huh? i guess...im not obsessed with that typical, mediocre pot head skater...sheep status all out...not me...not never...hes just a paper robot...you are my drug, yet ur the one using ME...how can that be? ask obama.

Peach Redd

oh my gosh...ears are in pain...mind over matter...M.O.B.=Music over Bytches...thats wassup...these taquitos at lunch were like all tortilla, gross ever...but bro hoe made up for it...valentines is coomin...ooh, you kno what that means? some quality time with me and my DOPi ...thats right...only HE can make me skream...its not weird, not even a phase... yo im commited to him...no one can come between me and him...i want some frozen peaches...maybe even jello pie...NOOO enrique is goin to job corps...a tear has been shed...he cannot go...i will not allow it...he is like my boo...i love that kidman...

didnt see bro hoe all day...wasnt trippin over nothin..so dont trip...had some funyions and pringles...kat and sheep...ready to mingle? phuck no bluds...darion...is he worthy? bro says no...guess he isnt...my ears are in pain...size ten now...its worth it...still rockin the septum...go to the store then...and no i do not have nothing goin on over there...
B-"i felt like i was gona have a heart attack earlier"
G-"i wish you did"
B-"yea, me too"
G-"lets watch a movie"
B-"ugh, house is a mess"
G-"soo, you know i dont care..."
B-"fine...fine"
the last conversation i remembered havin with my crossdresser...

the taste of Sykes is good.

only oli makes me feel good.

subway fanatic

why why why...bro hoe...ur not listenin to me! i didnt start that shyt...haha...oh well you wana listen to a DGK...ha...yea thats right...im a peace maker but when janky girls wana stare...bitch, fuck pullin hair...i will kick some wu tang ass..ha...anyways...subway was chill...with the four hopefully TRUE frends...fuck the ones who try to make one another jealous..thats just a waste of time...out..not in the mood...got better shyt to do...

who takes vitamins during lunch?

two fights, worthless...funny, i almost cried watchin my two friends scrappin...oh well...they handled their scandal...me and bro hoe are sittin back at our old corner...finally king kong stepped the phuck back...uhh huuh...carne asada fries for lunch again...munch money spent...i needa get outa this zone we call "society"...its just not really workin out for me yo...when i enter my world, no one understands what i see...i see shyt differently...you know, i see purple pavements, and yellow trees...haha, spacing out

gummy bears...and lacey underwears

after all...we are made up of that genome krap...ima send a swab sample, find out some moe shyt...whatever, anyways...lookin for that Perfect Job has like failed...i am starving, munch money has gone down thee drain...uhh-ohh, i see someone wearing hollister....pshh its all about that Ezekiel bytches...im in dyer need of some Beret hats!!!what colors do i want? hmmmmm...how about ALL OF THEM! shyt, i needa stock up on some female flanels...some moe sandals, and plot a new scandal...them im out...bro hoe, u got the whole community on this piece of blogg pie...

carne asada fries with the triple K's

im effin fool...dude, kev just brough up an interesting topic, why the phuck do chicks sport the "Peace and love" shirts, bags etc.? its a phuckn trend that is making me and the real peace indie goers look bad...they dont wear it for a movemental cause, no no no...only because it was on sale for thirty bucks at forever 21...skrew that shyt...i truly get offended by that...WoW...anyways...me and bro hoe broke our munch mood by feedin off some sandwiches and chips...energy afterwards? I think so...so the talent show is comin up, i would like to perform Playradioplay!'s song but SOME ppl are just not takin me serious!!! haha...its aight...theyll see...forget trying to effortly sing a meaningless song...

This is what fruits are made of

oh, heres the famous banana autographed by THE best anti-mainstreamers at school...phuck yea we write on bananas bytches, thats what makes us different from the rest...The others are makin a comeback..."warriors, come out to plaaayiaaay"

-baseball furies

candy apples and broken promises...

all right, yesterday...funny shyt of events...us kids got JIPPED...wtf, how da hell does that happen? ill tell you why...it was _______'s fault...yea, u know who da hell you is...hahahahahaha...woweey...fell like some scene outta pineapple express...job huntin...feet swellin...hookers walkin...city heights is not the shyt...lady liberty, here we come hoe...but its all good...im still indie kid katt..nothin else to worry about...i just realized no boy is worth shyt...you just proved it...like why bother tryin to kiss some bitches ass when like all they do is act nice just to get wtf they want...phuck you boys... all you are good for is for some whach screw just to kill time...thats the truth, same way you all use girls, nigguhs, some of us get what we want to...chopped and screwed...thats what i do...out.

out on oli sykes

well...ima get picked up...out to eat ihop...talk to me self laters...outros...

a failed hardkore pit

yes, today, lunch, a mini coldesak mosh was supposed to come thru...we were all willing to, BUUUTT no effin musik...ughh...u know that was NOT the business dudes...next friday we shall totally kick some azz...today im rockin MY frames...of course...katt is, as katt does...Bring Me the Horizon...ahhh...relieving music...i wana hardkore shake to them...hella...bro hoe...why are u always late???

indie kidd kream pie

well well well...its official...every female peer is a bytch...yep...oh well...u just kant trust no one like that, especially if they want either ur boyfriend, hate what ur wearing or whatever their lame exkuse is to hate on you...rather the chiks at my school...oh my gosh, i kant stand, theyre all at a level below me, and im not even gona waste a sentence on them...pheww...well ima stay indie, talk to you tomoro...outros

portugeise foreplay

Ha Ha Ha...people today hatin on MY sense of style...for what? kuz im not tryin to be like THEM??? someone help me out...ppl with stretch marks on their SHOULDERS have no right to act like theyre the only one in the whole world or should i say SKOOL with a beret hat... (i bet you didnt even kno it was kalled that...did you???) i mean kome on...i have my own set fashion sense, u have all ten of yours...effin trend hoppers...skrew you all...u just offend my indie set...u are not shyt....outros...

piece of kitty pie

peachcake coming to my san diego town...phuck...i needa see them two!!!...big ups to fred...for puttin some of their (peachcake) long lost songs on my pod...thats whats up...

creation and what it means...peach cake

yoo thank you bro hoe, for intro'd me to this new shyt...its like way the shit..its sleek...i guess we all take on whatever...its random..tryin it out...gona go back to editing..takin flight..out.