hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiii there

apparently Michael Jackson has died today, and he will surely be missed by those who have loved and enjoyed his music.i grew up in the generation where Michael was labeled a "creepy pedophile" by everyone i know, except some people were so damn ignorant that they failed to realize the charges of molestation brought upon him were proven UNTRUE.but, knowing americas 13 year old children all across the country who eat hot pockets and play call of duty with their friends while playing on their skateboards, they just kept referring to MJ as a pedophile, and sadly he had to live with that for the last years of his life.

i never really got into MJ's music until about a year or so ago, and while his older works when he was....his true self are clear favorites to me, his more recent work still have some appeal to me as well, yet the 13 year old spoiled bitch brats of america fail to realize that, and instead listen to their linkin park and my chemical romance and cite them as "gods of music". i have 2 words to that.FUCKING BULLSHIT.Michael actually cared about his music and was a REAL artist that dealt with many themes of the world and himself in his music, instead of sticking to some pathetic repetition of cutting themselves and being different from the rest of the world, Michael put ACTUAL WORK into his music.

but i'm not sure if this can be real, knowing MJ.his bizarre behavior has caught much specultion from the world and knowing him, he could just be faking his death and be sipping on some jack daniels in Costa Rica under the name "pedro canale".or he could just come back to life at the last minute and be revived by paramedics and deliver that 50 show tour he promised before his death.i have a few more things i'm suspicious about, but i dont want to bother with them right now since i'm under a bit of time right now.

in conclusion, Michael WAS a real musical genius and WASN'T a child molesting pedophile that americas 13 year olds set him out to be.please note i am a white 15 year old teenager, and not some 30 year old grandma bitch who grew up listening to the jackson 5 and shit.i will sorely miss Michael Jackson, and hope that his spirit will live on in peace when he makes it to heaven.

R.I.P Michael Jackson.

hot.its burning up when i sleep.if i didnt have that damn fan in my room i would have died from dehydration YEARS ago.

PORN STAR!!! look up on google " budda does new york...live and in drive!" exactly like that.

messed up right now.not on drugs, but on boredom.
make me unbored NG.
plz

all ive been doing for the past 3 days was playing call of duty world at war on xbox live and i sat there the entire time eating doritos and drinking mountain dew with my friends discussing the next plans to do online in hardcore search and destroy while talking about whats the best class for SnD and how doritos make you play this game 30% better.

i ask you NG, why did i just turn into a nerd?

ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeDS.
prize for whoever gets what im saying

i want to sing when i grow up? even better, i want to become a rapper.yet im white.
now i know what many of you are thinking.
ANOTHER WIGGER RAPPER.
well sadly, yes, there WILL be another wigger rapper.
unless i get rich and go the reverse MJ way and change my skin color to black.
but im makin some songs and i have the ryhmes all wrote down.
but i dont have jack shit to spend on a beat amker program.or shit.
so if you guys know of any free downloads i can use to make beats.
i will forever be in your debt.
no longer will i have to use my little sisters toy piano.
i want a real piano too.
but money doesnt grow on penises.
good night everybody.

I HAVE SLAYED THE BEAST THAT HAS THREATENED MY FAUR KINGDOM.
AND NOW, MAH FUCKIN BLOG VIEWERS, YOU GET THE STORY HERE, AND ONLY HERE.
now this is a story all about how
my life got twist turned up side down
and i'd like to take a minute just sit right there
and i'll tell you how i slayed the dragon in my kingdom of bel air
in west philedalphia born and raised
on the swingset in my backyard spent most of my days
chillin out maxin relaxin all cool
when i was shootin some b-ball ouside of mah school
when a couple of huge fuckin bugs who were up to no good
started makin trouble in my neighborhood
i got in one little fight i got scared
so i said im movin in the livin room to watch fresh prince of bel air
i whistled for my mom and when she came near
my plate had hot pockets and iced tea, whatta dear
if anything i could see the meat was a little rare
but i thought nah forget it yo homes to my lair
i pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
and i yelled to the bugs yo homes smell ya later
i unloaded a clip of lysol in the air
the bug fell down i crushed him, and i finished him without a scare.

i get reeeeeeeeallllllly pumped up.like so much i can tear a tank apart.and the best part is im steroid free and my balls are nice and safe.
happy day =))