tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44466881683066920782024-03-05T03:36:13.496-08:00wilsonim 16. i go to laurel high school. i like life because its all a test. i play music and get satisfaction from it.
I listen to Coltrane, Abe Laboriel Jr., Levon Helm, The Band, Ryan Adams, Dj Reggie, The Melvins ect. ect.
i like to relax and think, i dont do it much but whatever you know bobs your uncle.
i hope you enjoy wilson.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-37555474974155694672008-07-08T23:57:00.000-07:002008-07-08T23:58:29.725-07:00im goodim made some guitar designs that are nice and i want to fucking get it started. im in a good spot.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-48629239947537745552008-06-03T21:47:00.000-07:002008-06-03T21:50:06.482-07:00fuck fuck fuckfuck writers block cant fucking think of anything and anything i do think of is fucking lame ......<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.<br />fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.<br 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/>fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.<br />fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-26961121054951282232008-05-30T19:06:00.000-07:002008-05-30T19:07:36.996-07:00its been a long time comingive missed you bud.. been to bussy to mess around i cant believe you havent called me yet...but i know your phone is broke too. but whatevs<br />peace.<br />be back later munchkinwhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-42006827213101206172008-05-15T21:01:00.000-07:002008-05-15T21:04:28.926-07:00wilsonim crazy....i dont really care anymore to an extent were im dont like setting here like doing nothing...i need to find something to do....i dont think im depressed ive been there and its not that. maybe its because im bored i have a slight feeling of depression. just the thought of not having someone to do something with or sit with and enjoy life...no one wants a FATASS. idk what to do anymore....sorry that my latest post is whining to you wilson. but thank you . for listenin.<br />love ya buddy.<br />peace.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-36878803768303495832008-05-04T01:37:00.001-07:002008-05-04T01:37:22.464-07:00that last one wasnt for you lindseyhahahwhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-89361156438479726032008-05-04T01:35:00.000-07:002008-05-04T01:36:37.414-07:00i need a jobfucker o yea i laugh at you that you were braggin that your getting a macbook but you failed the test down with that plan.<br />hahahahahahahahaha<br />no cpk<br />damn youwhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-25879315560032504792008-05-04T01:30:00.000-07:002008-05-04T01:33:21.815-07:00Gooooodmorninglindz, via Germany....a place on the map somewhere across the atlantic or across the pacific and through asia and russia and shit....its dark here and im tired but i cant sleep sooooo idk what to do....hopefully you see this and i dont look like an idiot but as you can see from what ive put up on here already and talking to wilson my dog that likes oscar. cant wait for you to get home and to explore flagstaff with you...goodmoring to you and goodnite to me..<br />you tooo wilson.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-59035992974361046812008-05-04T00:30:00.000-07:002008-05-04T00:39:51.470-07:00im behindi dont now what to do. i want to record but its to late and im behind on this thing called life. i dont now what to do....maybe i will right. ive been coming up with stories now but like there kinda like horror stories and it creeps me out like fucking,"wtf why am i thinking this." and i really dont want to right it down because like it might be creeperererererer if you know whats i means. but yea i think im gonna fucking like writing stories or short stories when i aint gots shit to do. maybe i will take pico's advice and go to bed. but my eyes arent heavy yet and its still sunny out(my eyes are drouping and it is 12:34 as we speak wilson) wtf is wrong with me wilson. im insane and tired and bored and fucking fucked and i want to do so much in life at this moment but i cant because i just cant.......what should i do.....fuck........shit.....as in the words of gabe fihatta,bitchshitassholeandbitchhead....what now...and that isnt to you wilson. why am i talking to a computer or a figure of my imagination thinking that one day you will talk back and you probaly will in the future. will im glad this isnt myspace or molly the ukillaly player hasnt found this because i dont want to forget about you wilson.<br />p.s.<br />p<br />e<br />a<br />c<br />e<br />a<br />n<br />d<br />0<br />4<br />4<br />6<br />2<br />o<br />y<br />e<br />a<br />party of the chain as i speak<br />at<br />2<br />7<br />9<br />s<br />e<br />a<br />p<br />o<br />r<br />t<br />h<br />o<br />t<br />e<br />l<br />its<br />off<br />the<br />chain<br />chill chill chillwhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-56229657342186410042008-04-29T21:30:00.001-07:002008-04-29T21:32:48.818-07:00fuck yeagot a job application filled it out...hoping to get it....got alot of credit on task in school....getting fucking all the shit andrew me or both recorded and gonna put it on cd hahahaha gonna release it. o yea "<em>chill chill chill</em>"so pretty much everything is going the rite way. got 120 in the bank. thinking bout getting a camera to fucking put up vids and pics<br />nite wilson<br />love<br />and<br />peacewhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-75852833803816420762008-04-28T15:41:00.000-07:002008-04-28T15:48:51.784-07:00music<div align="center"><strong>Music has been my life </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>for </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>7 years.</strong></div><div align="center">m <div align="center"><em>i started out on </em></div><div align="center"><em>guitar.</em></div><em>my</em> <strong>roots<em> </em></strong><em>of music is </em></div><div align="center"><em>the blues.</em></div><div align="center"><em>something about</em> </div><div align="center"><strong>Stevie Ray Vaughan's</strong><br /><strong>slamming</strong>, </div><div align="center"><strong>bluesy</strong></div><div align="center"><em>guitar licks</em> </div><div align="center"><strong>grabbed me</strong>, </div><div align="center"><strong>sat me down</strong>, </div><div align="center"><em>and said</em></div><div align="center">"<strong>here</strong>"</div><div align="center"><em>i think it is an</em></div><div align="center"><em>art. </em></div><div align="center"><em>its a </em></div><div align="center"><strong>state-of-mind</strong>.</div><div align="center"><em>i dont know where i would </em></div><div align="center"><em>be without it. </em></div><div align="center"><em>by playing the drums</em></div><div align="center"><em>you can take some</em></div><div align="center"><em>of </em></div><div align="center"><em>your </em></div><div align="center"><strong>aggression</strong> </div><div align="center"><em>out on them.</em> </div><div align="center"><strong>soothing</strong>.</div><div align="center"><strong>its in my blood</strong>. </div><div align="center"><em>like </em></div><div align="center"><strong>hair color</strong></div><div align="center"><em>or </em></div><div align="center"><strong>eyes</strong>.</div><div align="center"><em>i think i would go</em></div><div align="center"><strong>CRAZY</strong> </div><div align="center"><em>without it</em>.</div><div align="center"><strong>or atleast a different </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>person</strong>.</div>when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-51991423347721892422008-04-28T15:32:00.000-07:002008-04-28T15:41:43.577-07:00Mailbox was empty<div align="center"><em>as i look at the </em><strong>clock</strong><em>, </em></div><div align="center"><em>i realize that </em></div><div align="center"><em>the maillady should be here</em></div><div align="center"><em>by now.</em></div><div align="center"><em>it could be that day. </em></div><div align="center"><em>it's been three</em></div><div align="center"><strong>aganizing</strong></div><div align="center"><em>weeks</em></div><div align="center"><em>of</em> <strong>sweaty hands</strong></div><div align="center"><em>and </em></div><div align="center"><strong>no replied e-mails</strong><em>.</em> </div><div align="center"><em>i need this guitarpickup </em></div><div align="center"><em>tofinish my guitar </em></div><div align="center"><em>i've been working on for </em></div><div align="center"><em>two months.</em></div><div align="center"><em>just the anxious feeling of maybe</em></div><div align="center"><em>me getting </em><strong>scammed</strong><em> </em></div><div align="center"><em>by </em><strong>SuPeRFreAk102</strong><em>.</em></div><div align="center"><em>and then i hear it. </em></div><div align="center"><em>the sound of</em></div><div align="center"><em>my metal gate</em></div><div align="center"><em>slamming.</em></div><div align="center"><strong>then</strong>, <em>oscar</em></div><div align="center"><em>runs</em></div><div align="center"><em>to </em></div><div align="center"><em>the </em></div><div align="center"><em>door</em></div><div align="center"><em>awaiting his cookie.</em></div><div align="center"><em>i see the maillady's shadow </em></div><div align="center"><em>move past the window.</em></div><div align="center"><em>i jumped up before she </em></div><div align="center"><em>could get to the steps.</em></div><div align="center"><em>i swing the door open</em></div><div align="center"><em>before she </em></div><div align="center"><em>could </em></div><div align="center"><em>ring</em></div><div align="center"><em>the </em></div><div align="center"><em>doorbell.</em></div><div align="center"><em>she sticks out her arm and hands me </em></div><div align="center"><em>five bills and a magazine.</em></div><div align="center"><strong>No, still one more anxious day </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>to look </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>forward </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>too</strong></div>when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-20742470588200269872008-04-27T22:52:00.000-07:002008-04-27T22:54:30.177-07:00idk how but....i just got like 40 bucks in change and then i have like 20 so that is 60 yea.....i kinda feel bad about it because its my brothers and he finally gave it to me but yea whateva..going in the bank wilson to buy a mac or cymbals or someting...thnks alex..nite wilsonwhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-38493698101374110932008-04-26T18:31:00.000-07:002008-04-26T18:32:46.459-07:00heywilson its been a long time but not really hahaha....its hot and im going swimming tonight..love and peace niccawhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-69426011958809828892008-04-24T22:23:00.000-07:002008-12-12T22:17:51.294-08:00Mafia?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyashICzZnzyMLEb20kHNbgZ_4aR3t5DUPXI-dxLGXuToVPGVPzABgF7h3hl6L2DAqPG7t3vIiPVzCxzroDA2Jey-OTu6ZxxntpsdS10tTTJ7s2AzCveqcae7_fDnZxUXMz3Sg5Vf-B28/s1600-h/the+celik+bros.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193049766731841762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyashICzZnzyMLEb20kHNbgZ_4aR3t5DUPXI-dxLGXuToVPGVPzABgF7h3hl6L2DAqPG7t3vIiPVzCxzroDA2Jey-OTu6ZxxntpsdS10tTTJ7s2AzCveqcae7_fDnZxUXMz3Sg5Vf-B28/s320/the+celik+bros.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>when the shit hits the 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fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-88867178534620715042008-04-24T22:22:00.001-07:002008-04-24T22:22:09.403-07:00fuckkkkkk my jawwwhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-69956450424239597472008-04-22T17:57:00.000-07:002008-04-22T18:01:52.766-07:00~~~~~~<span style="font-size:78%;">fuck</span><strong> </strong><span style="font-size:85%;">fuck</span><strong> </strong>fuck <span style="font-size:130%;">fuck</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">fuck </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>fuck</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">fuck</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">fuck</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">fuck </span><span style="font-size:180%;">fuck</span></strong> <em>fuck<span style="font-size:85%;"> fuck</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> fuck</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">fuck</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">fuck</span></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">for some reason when you write fuck so many times it doesnt look right but i dont fucking now</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">FUCK</span></em>when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-80017443790693104132008-04-22T17:16:00.001-07:002008-12-12T22:17:51.670-08:00...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDRjamyollv_U5ALKMI5g5vZez_Gw7b3KW_-WOhnAa72UvL7u9931Dqpd7MnR03yBW0CXF00AokXydcV8mn9TInOjRDJBaJNaoyo3_TvyDjSxh6Wg-fI3V-4H56dGp_A_hbgUG7PJhsY/s1600-h/Black_Bacarra_Red_Rose_300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192228027818967234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>And be</em> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Free</strong></span>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>to see the wonders </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>of the world</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>to go to the </em></span></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">city </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">of</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">lights</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>to wonder to </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>parts of </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>town</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>you have </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>never seen.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>and <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">explore</span></strong>.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>and appriciate</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>what you have </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>and what you have recived </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>which is life.</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">appriciate</span> </span></strong>what you </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">have </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">because you cant </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">take it </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">with you </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">when you</span> </em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">die</span></strong></em></div>when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-7530550890180096772008-04-22T14:12:00.000-07:002008-04-22T14:15:11.489-07:00FOGGY'S MENTOR<div align="center"><span >I am an idealist</span>. And a loathed person.I dream way too loud.I break things in myself all the time.I believe. I choose to believe this all happening.And that some of it may not be as it seems.That this (your view of a world in a cosmos) is a construct. I am a relativist though and I DO NOT have time for string-theory or that hippy bullshit from the cuff "New Science" b.s.Its about gravity.Its about light.and its about matter.It is not the NOTHING in space causing shit, it is the SOMETHINGsI would prefer to be like the somethings. Like the stranger more undefinable cosmic events. Or maybe even a bit like my hero's. They are the people before us who dared to be a little bit less afraid of what other people thought and a little bit more willing to put their nuts in their salad.You know- people who really laughed, and not because that was expected.I see them everywhere.From the guy that sings chinese songs to me when I buy Ginseng on my block, who knows instantly what things I should put back, and knows I am fragile, without me saying a word, to someone like Marc Jacobs, who is obviously a genius and doesn't give a fuck, for giving such a fuck about everything. I may be an idealist,but that is my job.I used to dig ditches. That was part of plumbing, and I was horrid at that too.Now I dig ditches in me. I tear myself into shreds in hopes I might find something useful that might explain a joy, or a loss or a pain that someone else might have trouble analyzing. It is hard work. It really messes me up. But I love it. It is honest work. Because when you stop the research and start bullshitting, people know. You aren't helping them.And, at least with music, there has to be a story, a mystery, and a truth before it all. And I don't care much for my music but I try and build songs as simple as card houses, with only truth holding them up.I think that is something hard and interesting to do.I hope I don't lose all my hearing too fast. But I will be happy to find work anywhere, and would take as many pictures and make as much art as I do now.Did you know I always worked this much and made this much stuff. No. How could you. But I did.My grandparents ran out of drawers for things I made.We needed lots of refrigerator space and I used to get asked questions like, "David Ryan, how big do you think the universe is?" while playing hearts at the kitchen table, backdoor open, screen door closed to keep out the mosquitos, and things like, "What do you think forever is?"I loved that. I think i might have been born in the woods by werewolves. Maybe I am from outer space, but in the coastal south, the night is forever, and those questions are welcomed for those long damp moments in time that hang above you as things simmer on the stove.I guess I am an idealist.I believe things MEAN stuff.This mean my chances of survival are very slim.But, for every single dream I dreamthat I diagramand turn into a thingI have wonIf but a secondA game We are all playingWith a very volatile cosmos.</div>when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-23673666682872896572008-04-22T11:26:00.000-07:002008-04-22T11:27:48.895-07:00made my dayhe is back....in paris...hes a fucking genious fuck jim morrison or jimi hendrix or robert plant and jimmy page....the Dark Horse...TRANSISTIONS.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-78526054667549634352008-04-21T22:58:00.000-07:002008-04-21T23:01:43.025-07:00its been a good run wilsondr adam films is done but i know he will be back kind of bumed that he is done but i think he is happier now....he started it because he had no friends and he had a nervous breakdown...but thats good that he is better.................i dont think i will do that to you.....or will i....????!<br />nite wilson you have nothing to worry about..ill i know is i cant wait for him to release the cardnials album and come back to cali....thank god for goood music.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-19036398927217307912008-04-21T12:03:00.001-07:002008-04-21T12:05:20.786-07:00new dayi didnt go to school today because my jaw fucking hurts....im listenin to my recordings that i did on the 17th there alrite i think i could of done better. but whateva....its been a long time wilson. i missed you bud.....4.20 yesturday ghahahahahahaha should of got irie hahaha not......yea mite be back later wilson. love and peace.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-45235378702404084442008-04-17T23:49:00.000-07:002008-04-17T23:50:01.452-07:00fuck love and lifefuck it thats what i saw.when the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4446688168306692078.post-16171713402196235612008-04-17T23:06:00.000-07:002008-04-17T23:08:43.715-07:00really tiredi cant sleep and alot of stuff hit me like music wise so im gonna try and write it out or something...wont be suprised if i dont hahahahah o wilson..... oooooooooooo jimmy.....ill try just for you wilson.o yea wish i had a fucking camera so i could up my fucking beautiful picture i just drawdddidd..but o well. i keep you post wilson.nitewhen the shit hits the fanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05984775034069645473noreply@blogger.com0