St Paul xSANKSHNx's blog: "It is what it is"

Man on time I blogged so hard I had to wipe my keyboard down. Sometimes you just gotta blog all over that girls face...because she asked you to that's why. Sometimes I play with "Lincoln BLogs". Sometimes the blog is so thick I gotta turn on the high beams just to sort through the madness of it all. I think sometimes a top eight fux up peoples lives. I mean if you don't put certain people on there they get all "Butt hurt" and they're all sceptical and paranoid and say shit like "How come I"m not on your top 8?...man that's fucked up. I see how it is." But then I'm all like "Look!...you didn't do that thing with the paper bag and the goat, so no spotlight for ye!" There's nothin like takin a good blog. Help stop blogging companies from blogging down rainforrests...didn't you see Furngully? I wonder if there's a poison dart blog?..prolly so. I hate it when my cereal get's all bloggy...then I gotta all pick out the typo's and the emoticons n shit. Pfffffffft...what a fuckin;' gip. I just ate 2 sandwiches...I feel like a big fat blog. My URL is bigger than yours...and you know what they say about guys with big URL's...they got alotta hosts. Sometimes if you don't leave your girlfriend picture comments she gets all sad and listens to Thursday alot to help cope with the substancial amount of depression she thinks she's goin through...she's not really depressed though...she just wants another cute boy with a girl haircut to leave her more comments than you so you can feel all fucked up about the whole scenario, then you find yourself borrowing her Thursday cd and wearing girl pants. That's why we blog it tha fuck up doe...to help cope with the shit that we never talk about that come real in the way...shit gets mothercukin' "deep" off in a blog...nigguh's be all "spillin' the beans" n shit to the whole world and then everybody know's "what's up". And that's what's up. Man one time I typed a blog with my laptop while I was this "massive" ass shit. It was that shitty blog 4real... Shit...you already know.

So I was just thinkin' while I was takin' a crap, and thought about all those nasty fux who get into "child pornography". So I thought of a solution, so they wouldn't have to go to that jail 4real. All they'd really have to do is get a hold of a really young lookin' midget and dress em all up like a kid and plug the fuck away! I mean it's just that simple. Substancially this method is way more logical and economic than the hey lets fuck ole' 10 year old billy in the asshole and get raped behind bars by Tyrone.

Sometimes bears are good. And that's awesome... I wish I had a bear with a mustache, so he could be all undercover n shit like them motherfuckin detectives. fuck the dumbshit... If Optimus prime and a 50 foot bear got into a fight it would be absolutely righteous. Circus bears can ride scooters. That's fuckin bad ass. i wish they could drive cabs...then I'd have some damn bear to talk to when I'm hammered goin' home from the bar. The end.

I once knew a rabbit, that didn't seem to like things he didn't know about when he wasn't looking. ANd I simply looked at him and said he should not think about stuff that isn';t being said to people that aren;'t listening to the people they;ve never met. Me and that rabbit later became friends and went to the highest of mountains that weren't created yet. But in sense, there aren't many things to do with resources that are not available to hands that aren't yours when you're not looking. And what all of that means is that I beat that rabbit in the head with a coat hanger for swiping my Goddamn frosted flizzles. Don't worry he didn't die, but he didn't say things to people that weren't throwing stuff that he wasn't looking at.

There's a fine line between my nose and the mirror. And yet, there's two lines in the middle of the road. There also maybe a damn long line to your favorite roller coaster. But actors forget their lines all the Goddamn time, and that's some 0panzy ass shit right thur. You stupid coked out freaks, what did you think this was? A Goddamn game? Of course it is you skeevy fux. You can go eat a Goddamn large bowl of DICK. And then there's that whole line about countin your chickens before they hatch....who the fuck has the Goddamn time for that? It's a damn debauchary I tells ya. If I spent my time countin' checkens all Goddamn day, I'd be up fucks creek with shit for a paddle. And what's even more worse (Goddamn it) is that they don't even have Fruit Loops at the Goddamn mexican super market.....so what the fuck am I supposed to do?

When there isn't any thing left to say about things that haven't happened to people I don't throw things at, I find myself questioning the integrity of the past relationships that I have developed with oatmeal. And whay people keep fucking that up?...I'll never know. However one cannot assume that his friends online are responsive. They are only pictures splayed across the computer screeen in a manner that can only be defined by the likes of individuals who see past the things they don't know about that hasn't happened to people that aren't there for the animals that have not been born in an environment that doesn't exist yesterday. These folks should not pretend ,in a fictional sense, that they have developed some kind of caring sense of this other individual that they, indeed, do not care about at all. Depressing, but completely dead on. Go eat a bowl of FUCK! Grandma!!

Sometimes I feel that there isn't much truth to things said influenced by a "shit-ton" of Prozac and benzodiazipines. What does all this mean you ask? Goddamn medicated whores! That's not actually what I was gonna write, but it sounded good to me. I say fuck all them pills, just fuckin' twak somebody in the damn head with a tack hammer and everything's all kinds of gravy. The logic behind this theory is simple: You start actin' all crazy, BLAM!!...(tack hammer). Start freakin' out at the department store cause you think everyone is starin' at you, BLAM!!..(tack hammer). A little on edge and thinkin' about killin' 15 people at the post office BLAM!!!...(tack hammer). Why spend all your hard earned "stacks" i.e. "Them dollars hoe", when you can just get a good ole smack upside the fuckin' dome with that "tack hammer 4real"? I mean how many times will you act crazy again after that? After that 1st one why ask for another? SImple solution to a very complicated situation. But what if we can't do stuff that we don't know about when things don't add up tomorrow. Well to that I say I can't look at what you're not throwing at me yesterday. There are times when death and life come together and have a tea party on the empire state building when the moon is full. They discuss times of the old and times of the New found Glory CD sucking balls beyond this realms comprehension. MAny have not thought about what they can't speak at people who are not hearing what they can't spell. But in this scenario they cannot look at what's not being said about things that aren't going on. Now what all of that shit means is this; If you're 26 Godamn years old and trying to clean the toilet with hand soap then you;'re Goddamn stupid as fuck and a half on Tuesday. It's called hand soap ya dumb whore!! That's why they invented Godamn "TOILET BOWL CLEANER"!!! Beyond a shadow of a doubt there is light... illuminating doubt to the point where doubt actually has a shadow...where this is taking place I have no fucking clue, but I'd hope to all fuck, that somone there knows how to clean a Goddamn toilet for Christ's sake...FUCK!!!

It's too fuckin early in the damn morning to be listening to some damn journey and fixin' to go to work... I wonder if I'm gonna be one of those people that lose it at work and open fire at my job witha sub machine gun. not very likely, but it's a thought that intrigues my feeble mind. MAn this sux. We go into the studio this Sunday. I don't exactly know how prepared we are, but I hope we pull this off in some quick time, cause I can't stan another 3 ta four days in a confined space. We have so many financial problems it's disgusting. We gotta start getttin' more funds on tha fo'real. However I feel that our new material will prove to be more of a challenge than any other of our previous stuff. So the finished product will be rewarding in the end. My new riffs are comin along a lil slow, but I wan that shit to tear the right side of someone's face off, so it's gonna take some time. I fuckin hate pot roast...it's gonna take holding me at gun point to get me to eat that shit again.

Ok so here I am on this site and it rox all kinds of ass. However I apparently I find that people on this site can morph into Goddamn Wolves, deer, elves, eaglse and tigers. That's just plain fucked up right there!! How the fuck would that date go? I'd be all chillin there with this bad ass chick and then all the sudden she all morphs into a Goddamn Snow tiger and starts maullin' up the Godamn couch and eatin all the steak in the fridge...man that'd be twisted up as fuck.

Ok see, I know this site has a bit of "racey" pix on it and shit and that's cool, don't get me wrong. But if you're Goddamn busted as fuck, and you weigh like over 268.9 lbs. please keep that shit private. Nobody needs to see that motherfuckin "monster box"!! Goddamm. a motherfucker has to eat around these Goddamn parts, and apparently (bitch) you'z already eatin' good. So try not to fuck up my meal ticket....plus that shit is scarin' the cat.