Paranoid(Kanye West feat.Mr Hudson) Leaked Version

This video was leaked.This isn't official.

I Love Peter John & Bjorn Videos.They're So Retarded

"It Don't Move Me"

It Don't Move Me
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"Nothing To Worry About"

PETER, BJORN & JOHN "Nothing To Worry About"
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Their cd "Living Thing" is legit too.I should know.I bootlegged that hoe BITCHES!!!

MTV Global Warming Video

3650 from Ubik on Vimeo.

This kinda shit scares me.I've been green for 2 years now,but yall other niggas need to get on your job.Real talk.

Day N Nite In Text

Day N Nite from Euna Kho on Vimeo.

I Wish I Could Read This To You Myself.I Have A Feeling You Would Enjoy It More

Don't you love it when people say one thing and do another?All sarcasm aside..I love it when people do that.It totally justifies that i know the human,inside and out,better than anyone else.My mom said that someone will surprise me one day,but i see that being highly unlikely.We're all created from one being.Created to be in the same mold as one man.I'm pretty sure we're gonna have the same mannerisms in some way.Delano tries so hard to deal with people.But of course,the harder he tries the harder he falls.Must Delano fall into the bottomless snake pit numerous times before he finally learns his lesson.When will Delano learn that the key to happiness is to keep everyone as far away from the beating box in his chest.Stupid Delano listened to everyone else tell him that the beating was a ticking.A ticking of a bomb and once the bomb explodes and the contents take the shape of a mushroom,he will then be happy.And he gave out the secret weapon.The box.The "ticking" box.This box could change the world.He let it fall into the hands of evil.The hands of the wicked and now he is left feeling empty.But the box is loyal.It finds it's way home.Cuts a painful incision into Delano's chest and hops it's happy ass back into it's original position.The scars left from incision after incision are starting to become noticeable.Oddly enough,he can see it in his face.Behind his hazel eyes.How could a box have this much tout on a human?Simple.That box is meant to control all.It controls all actions.A human cannot make any decision without consulting the box.You don't have to listen to the box,but you will acknowledge it.Believe it.If you listen to the box,you can be left straight up fucked.That box led to Romeo and Juliet,and as fictional as they may be,they're dead.Those are just two examples of what the box can do.Two examples of what happens when the box gets a stranglehold on you.But it's so hard to not listen to the box.We're made to give the box away.But what do you do when you give away your box and people use it as a chair.It's not polite to take a gift back.....but you see them not using it right.Your box isn't meant to be ate on.It's not meant to be slept on.People aren't supposed to put your box in a box filled with boxes.But they do anyway.You collect stamps.They collect boxes.No harm right?Yes harm,right?Why should i part ways with my box just so you can abuse it?Use it for stuff it's not meant for.So i confront you about the mishandling of MY box.And you assure me that MY box is okay in YOUR hands.That YOU won't leave MY box.YOU will keep an eye on MY box.But do i believe you?No.Because i can imagine you saying that to everyone.It's your job to say that to everyone.You would never tell anyone what your true intentions for THEIR box was.You grin and put on your charm and tell me everything is gonna be okay.But i see it all.It's like a movie.It starts with the end.Foreshadowing is what i believe it's called.I see you take me up before you bring me down.I see you massage my box nightly with your soothing voice.You give my box compliments.Telling my box how he's different than all the other boxes.The other boxes in your possession.You didn't think i knew about those huh?Stupid bitch.And you pamper my box.Shower it with love.And one day you disappear.And you leave my box on the side of the road.Cars pass.Rain comes.Rain goes.The contents of the box are still intact.Just imagine if you actually opened the box.So much happiness in one box.And you left it.You should have slowed your roll.Now someone else will get my box.Not you.You will get the box of a wife beater.And he'll tear that ass up.You will get the box of a player.And you'll accuse him of tearing her ass up.And he'll storm out,distraught at these accusations.And then he goes to her house,and tears her ass up.Yessir.You,my stupid bitch,will get the box a of pimp.And he will count his money while that stranger.....tears that ass up.And then you think back to Delano.And his box.No stupid bitch!Put your hand back in your pocket.Don't ever reach for me.Uh uh.No ma'am.You had your chance.With me,that's all you get.I'm sorry God didn't give me more patience for nappy headed hoes like yourself.Maybe you can run that by him when you pray for my box to cross your path again.There's some foreshadowing for yo' ass.And even though i say this,I'm handing MY box over as we speak.She says she won't damage it.I want to believe her,but my box says don't.

Lmao!Note To Self:Never Steal An Alien's Weed.......

Alien Weed from Donald Faison

"Aliens like mexicans?"....."Mexicans?!?!?!No motherfucka!Outer space motherfukas!"
"I can't believed you stole that shit!"......."Man you the one who opened up the Stargate!"
"Damn they vaporized the cop!The little dude that did it remind me of Pac!"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!Funny shit!
Isn't that one black guy with the checkered hat and khaki hoody the guy who played buddy on "The Cosby Show"???

From The Pencil Of An Escapist

Summer can't get here faster.I'm ready for my vacation.Many see summer vacations as vacations from their homes or their cities or their families.My vacations are usually vacations from myself.Whether I'm going to Louisiana or Florida,my time spent there is usually spent being another person.Well not necessarily a different person,but a better person.Just like the freshman girl going into her sophomore year,I develop.My thighs don't get thicker,but my mind gets sharper.My childish face doesn't mature,but my mind set does.My breasts don't get bigger,but my dick does.Even though I'm staying up until 3 A.M. and then sleeping the next day away,it finally feels like I'm living.That's all i want to do.Live.I'm in Fort Worth,Texas.I don't live here.I struggle here.Struggle with keeping it going.Keeping it going until I'm gone.Gone to bigger and better things.Things nobody would have ever thought Delano Taylor would accomplish.These thoughts keep me going.If i weren't the great visionary i am,i would be dead in an alley,high on PCP.Running away to Mexico,where i can live out my life.Metaphorically.Even though i bash Texas like i do,i know it's the boulderesque stepping stone i need to make it to where I'm going.After saying that.....I'm ready for summer.I pray that it will be nothing like last summer.No more 4 hour golf practices in the 100 degree weather.No more hour long bible studies between me and my stepdad.No more 3-4 hour sessions of cleaning an already spotless bedroom.And no more all night phone conversations with a girl I'm afraid to break up with.No more lawn mower pushing every 4 days.No more Coinstar visits just so that me and my sister can have lunch.Nope.I'm running away from it all.Running away never solves problems,but it sure as hell beats staying here with it.The problem will stay in Texas.I might check up on the problem every few weeks.Just to humor him.The problem knows i hate his guts.But the problem also knows i can't do anything about it.The problem adopted Delano when he was 3 and is know legally attached.For one more year,that is.Oh sweet satisfaction it will be on April 12,2010.After that,the problem will be no more.But shiiiiit,how the problem's been acting lately makes an anxious Delano want to run away.And that's where summer comes into play.Just a little trial and error.If i like it,cool.If i really like it,good bye Texas.No need to worry about if i don't like it.As long as I'm leaving,that won't cross my mind.With no clear cut road to Florida,I still try to be optimistic.All the elements for a super summer are there.New Cool Kids mixtape.New Wale mixtape.120 GB iPod.Blackberry arriving halfway through summer.G.I.Joe.Transformers 2.Warped Tour.NO STEPDAD.Best friend back in town.Developing love interest.Senior year on the horizon.I just need one more thing to make it all tie together.A phone call from my father.

Percussion Gun(White Rabbits)

White Rabbits "Percussion Gun" Music Video from White Rabbits on Vimeo.

This is them on Lettermen a few nights ago.They killed it.Real talk.The sound is low so "Turn my headphones up!!!!!!!!"No more Dave Chappelle quotes for the day lol.My bad.

N.E.R.D. On 106 & Park

Nerd 106 Int 5-12
by yardie4lifever2

Waking Up In Vegas(Katy Perry)

Katy Perry - New Music - More Music Videos

If you don't already know,I'm sprung over Katy Perry at the moment.Only Eva Mendes is higher on the list right now.

"Slumdog" child star's Mumbai shanty home torn down

Not cool.At all.

Straight From The Myspeezey(I bet some of yall forgot about the whole "myspeezey" thing.)

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It's AZIZ!!!!

Aziz Ansari on Jimmy Kimmel.He's one of my favorite stand up comedians.He's on Parks and Recreations.He had a show on MTV called Human Giant..or some shit like that.And he was in "Observe and Report".You know...."Why would i blow up Chik-Fil-A?!?!?!It's fucking delicious!!!"

Boom(Anjulie)

Anjulie | Boom from Concord Music Group on Vimeo.

I have no idea what race she is,but rest assured....she can get the dick.

Delano:The Schizophrenic

This is from my journal.I didn't finish,but i was onto something epic:

This bitchnigga named Lucifer is really starting to get on my nerves.He's got me acting crazy.I've been very Mr.Hyde-ish lately.Actually,if anything,I've been Dr.Jeckel.That's the bad one right?It's something going on inside me almost like a battle.An epic battle.It's like the good Delano against the bad Delano.Right now,good Delano is getting his ass beat.Smart ass comments are being harder and harder to hold back.Random blowups with the people i love are ubiquitous.When my eyelids uncover eyes every morning,I try and guess how many family members,friends,and enemies i can piss off that day.Yesterday,my total reached 9.How do i piss off these people?By being me?But i'm not me.It's like Delano is having an out of body experience and he's watching D3L@n0 do things usually out of his character.But Delano isn't strong enough to stop D3L@n0.Besides,Delano kind of likes the destruction left behind D3L@n0's larger than life steps.All the broken hearts,tears,and dreams liter the ground,taking the shape of a red carpet.And Delano scampers down it.Following his new best friend.Maybe Delano is the fictional one.Maybe Delano was a front and D3L@n0 was what's real.

Lady GaGa Performing "Poker Face" On Ellen

Two of my most favortitist white females.

Apparently I Have The Coolest School In The Universe

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1 more year of this shit,then i can rollout.They didn't even say why we're so cool.It's like that MIMS song."I'm hot because i'm fly.You ain't because you're not".Hahahaha....

R.I.P. Harvey Milk

So i just watched "Milk".Every time i talk about this movie i should say no homo.We'll just carry that one all the way through.It's 3 A.M. and i might forget to say no homo.Sorry.But seriously,that was a good movie.It's in the top 10.Being an African-American,i hear all about being mistreated and treated differently because you yourself are different.I don't think the homosexual movement gets as much attention that it deserves.Homosexuals went through almost a mirror image of the black man's plight.We had riots and marches.They had riots and marches.We both had isolated incidents.And we both had our leaders taken away.Harvey Milk was the gay man's Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.It's funny how people are.They want to stick to tradition.If anyone comes and rocks the boat,they have to take them down.Imagine how this world would be if MLK was still here.Imagine how this world would be if Malcolm X was still here.Imagine how this world would be if Harvey Milk was still alive and well.I could throw Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur into the conversation too.Everytime someone makes waves against the current,red flag goes up.Shiiitt.They gonna have to assassinate me too,because i will be making waves.I always tell people that my mark will be left on this earth.One day,my kids will read about me in their history books.And they'll read about how i got shot down.Everyone knows martyrs don't live long.And i'm just living to die.

Christmas 2012 Will Be The Shit

I'm about to watch "Milk",but i got a little sidetracked.About once a month,I do a little research on this 2012 apocalyptic scare.I really don't believe in it,but whatever.I found an article that has totally cleared up all the gray spots.You should check it out,but here are the important points i found.

"The base year for the Mayan Long Count starts at “0.0.0.0.0″. Each zero goes from 0-19 and each represent a tally of Mayan days. So, for example, the first day in the Long Count is denoted as 0.0.0.0.1. On the 19th day we’ll have 0.0.0.0.19, on the 20th day it goes up one level and we’ll have 0.0.0.1.0. This count continues until 0.0.1.0.0 (about one year), 0.1.0.0.0 (about 20 years) and 1.0.0.0.0 (about 400 years). Therefore, if I pick an arbitrary date of 2.10.12.7.1, this represents the Mayan date of approximately 1012 years, 7 months and 1 day."

"The Mayan Prophecy is wholly based on the assumption that something bad is going to happen when the Mayan Long Count calendar runs out. Experts are divided as to when the Long Count ends, but as the Maya used the numbers of 13 and 20 at the root of their numerical systems, the last day could occur on 13.0.0.0.0. When does this happen? Well, 13.0.0.0.0 represents 5126 years and the Long Count started on 0.0.0.0.0, which corresponds to the modern date of August 11th 3114 BC. Have you seen the problem yet? The Mayan Long Count ends 5126 years later on December 21st, 2012."

"But the fact remains, the Mayan Doomsday Prophecy is purely based on a calendar which we believe hasn’t been designed to calculate dates beyond 2012. Mayan archaeo-astronomers are even in debate as to whether the Long Count is designed to be reset to 0.0.0.0.0 after 13.0.0.0.0, or whether the calendar simply continues to 20.0.0.0.0 (approximately 8000 AD) and then reset."


Homeboy's quote sealed the deal for me

Karl Kruszelnicki writes:"…when a calendar comes to the end of a cycle, it just rolls over into the next cycle. In our Western society, every year 31 December is followed, not by the End of the World, but by 1 January. So 13.0.0.0.0 in the Mayan calendar will be followed by 0.0.0.0.1 - or good-ol’ 22 December 2012, with only a few shopping days left to Christmas."

So yeah....I'm good.


To read the article yourself,click here

My Haircut For "The Art Of Hair War 2009"

We came in 3rd out of 21.Good shit.

Condoms On Clearance?!?!?!I Guess Broke Niggas Gotta Fuck Too!

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M.O.B.(Money Over Bitches)[Not Meant For The Ladies To Read]

As of today,I plan on calling all girls bitches.I used to never think this way.My mindset was that girls were things that God blessed me with.Now i see them as a curse.They play mind games with you.Turn friends against friends.They build you up for the tearing down of your heart.It's like a roller coaster.On the way up the wooden hill,you hearing the little clicking of the wheels rolling over the wooden planks.You know soon you'll plummet.Plummet down a steep,gut-wrenching path that will take your breath away.Even before the ride started,you knew it would leave you queasy when you got off.You knew you be sick before you hopped in the line.Before you fought off people from taking your spot.They were trying to cut in line so they could get the action before you.The second you laid eyes on the ride,you knew you would blow chunks.And you ride the ride.You look back at all the work you put in,all the trouble you went through.....just so you could be broken down.As boys,we see the mind games coming,but the power of the poon is too mighty for our foresight.And we let you manipulate us.Do yall find joy in that?Is that shit amusing to you?Please don't tell me it was accidental.That you didn't know you were leading us on.Don't tell us you dropped hints.Because that would be a mother fucking lie.You stupid bitches know exactly what you were doing.Epiphany.The only way to not get played is to be a dick.Be a complete douche bag and her pussy is all yours.The nigga that makes her laugh will always get beat out by the nigga who can make her wet with the sound of his voice.I can't ever think of one instance where an asshole got played.I used to believe that nice guys didn't finish last.The cartoons used to say that.
Joker:You'll never win Batman!Good guys never win!
Then Batman beats the shit outta him.
Young Delano:Yay Batman!Thanks for sticking up for the good guys!
But seriously.I bet Batman masturbates every night.3 times if he isn't fighting crime.Anyways....Girls want bad guys.But why?I will never know.After awhile,guys are totally through getting played,so what do they do?They conform.They act like dicks and douches just to get some play on the weekend.They pull down their pants to show Joe Boxer.When you talk,they act all nonchalant in front of an audience.Even though it goes against everything they stand for,they stand for it.And then they become the problem.As we try to rid the world of these "men" through Sesame Street and government funded television shows talking about caring and sharing,more pop up.It's a never ending cycle.Those "men" you created,bitches,end up cheating.Then they get you pregnant and all this other drama.And guess who the fuck you go and look for.The nice guy.So you bitches turn the good guy into a bad guy,just so you can discover you wanted a good guy all along?Sounds stupid huh?And then you bitches say,"I needed to make those mistakes so i can better myself yadayadayada."Whatever.I have no time for that bullshit.I think this is the reason why niggas like Wayne say M.O.B.(money over bitches).It's hard to get rid of this nice guy persona.One more fucked up situation will make it easier to leave behind though.Even though i see all this going on,i can't stop myself.I'm waiting on the one I'm currently involved with to turn into a stupid bitch.Let's just say,as of right now,i just got in the car of the roller coaster.

The Sky Might Fall And I'm Worried As Fuck...

So this morning i had a dream.It could also be seen as a nightmare.I'll use the texts i sent some of my friends to tell you what it was about.

Basically,the rapture.But it felt so real and there were alotta things that happened.I can't really explain it,but in a lot of my dreams I have total control of what happens.The one I had not too long ago happened like it was meant to happen.Like it had a predestined course and nothing was gonna stop it from following the course.I wasn't even me in the dream.I was some other black kid.But his name was Delano,and he had the same friends and parents and shit as me.My dad (at that point I hadn't seen him in 6 yrs.) came to my house to visit.I got upset and ran away because of something he said.I walked for a good hour and then I saw some friends and started talking to them.We talked about random stuff for awhile and then the conversation led to guns.They said bullets on earth travel through wolves and if you want to reach Mars,you need an eagle.Then this girl pulls out this fucking bazooka and shoots it in the general direction of Mars.She missed and hit the moon.At first it look like the moon wasn't phased one bit,but then it just burst into flames and it was all red.The sky became really dark.Dust was everywhere and the flames started hitting the ground.Then 3 green things fell out of the sky.I'm guessing it was God,Jesus,and The Holy Spirit or something like that.And then I woke up.The second the moon got hit,I yelled "this has to be a fucking bad dream."And someone next to me said no.I swear,I was trying my hardest to wake up,but it wasn't working.I think God wanted me to see the entire dream.There were some other minor details,but that's my dream in depth.And I was bugging out.

It seems like every time a family member is about to pass away,you see them that one last time.My uncle Terry passed when i was in the ninth grade.Maybe 5 hours before he died in a trailer fire,I saw him.I hadn't seen him a few years,but i saw him that one last time.He played with my little brother for the first and last time.And i always think that i could have died just as easily that night.Me and my family almost got into a huge accident.But anyways....My dad came out of nowhere and i saw him for the last time.I just thought that was weird.The whole rapture thing caught me completely off guard.I thought it was just another dream and then BAM!But yeah.And the three things coming out of the sky.I don't why i'm so fascinated with this dream.Everything seemed like it happened how it would happen.It was like i was watching a movie.It felt real like deja vu.Scary shit.