Well Well Well....
The old MiZ is ba¢k again...
Taken over to ¢orrupt the inno¢ent...
Elliminate the weak...
And terrorize the poor.....

Well anyways...I got this new friend..I like him a lot...He's neat-o in my book...I hang out with him on weekends and stuff...We went ghost hunting and I have 2 ghosts in my room now....S¢ary S¢ary....

I got an Indian from Nazareth living there...and Something from ¢onstitution street in Bethlehem.....S¢aryyyyyy.....EEEEEEEEK!

Anyways...Just thought I'd ¢he¢k in everyone..Leave me some love-lets...

Much Love Ya'll

-Blood Out
Blood In-

-MiZ-
-Straight outta Ny¢-

Currently Playing Hell's Pit - Version 1 By Icp, Insane Clown Posse see related

Seriously...Hilarious...Sharon dumped me yo...
Whatevah though I don't even fucking care.
She got Fat Erick to tell sexii Justin to tell me...
FUCK that yo...
If you gonna break up wit someboday you seriously gotta tell them to their face and not be a lil bitch about it.
I hope you fucking read this too Sharon.
I'mma speak my motha fuckin mind.
I nevah fucking ignored your ass...I didn't talk to you because 1. the day before yesterday when I showed Lisa where In-School was you flipped shit and whenI called you like 4 times you just kept walking and being all pissy...and ignoring ME...But wait...When I don't talk to you because I figure your still mad at me...I AM THE ONE TO BE BLAMED?!?!?!
That's some fucking bullshit right there lemme tell you.
So it's okay for you to completely ignore my existance but when i don't talk to you because i figure your still gonna be actin like the day before it's not okay?
Where's the justice in that?

It's all good though....
I only him now.

Love My Man.

...Words of a Prophet...
...Miz ©...

Why is it like this yo? Seriously...I'm fucking sick of this I love Sharon but I'm sick of the bullshit...I can't take the "I'll be nice to you for 10 minutes and then then I'm never going to talk to you again RAWR" thing anymore I'm sick of it.....I aiin't breaking up with her but if she reads this...I can't take it....

Love is a silly silly concept...

Although I LOVE him....

-Miz-

Currently Playing Back Into Your System By Saliva Rest In Pieces see related

Loved ones who have gone are not truly gone...I feel the presence of my best friend who died when I was 12...he is with me always...Your loved ones are there...I mean seriously I dream sometimes where I'm walking with Toby and talking to him...On the streets of Home....Together just him and I and we just walk...Talking of the day he left me...Talking of how when the first bullet hit his heart he did not feel the other 6 when they riddled his body...I asked him once if he had seen me look it his eyes...He said no...He was gone by then...He said that he had watched me from the stoop behind us...He said he watched the bullet fly through me and hit the stoops wall...He said he watched my blood cover my clothes his mixing in with mine...He said he had prayed that I would not have the fate he did while he watched me scream and cry over his body...Wishing it had been me...
I asked him why he jumped infront of me instead of letting me meet my demise...He said that he had wanted me to live for him because he and I were the best of friends and that's what friends do they take the bad and give the good...When I told him that it wasn't good he was gone that I was alone he said that I had never been alone...he was always there it was a matter of my accepting his presence or believing that he had forsaken me and just left.
To this day I have flash backs reliving the moment that my true best friend the only one you ever have got blasted to heaven instead of me...The flashbacks come at random times and i almost start to cry whenever one bursts into my mind...
If you ever see me just staring off into space my eyes getting all glassy and I just have this solemn look of hate on my face then please don't ask me what is wrong you know what is wrong now...I am reliving the worst moment of my life and I still can never recover from this traumatic experience....
Please if you consider yourself my friend think about what you say  when around me..i have had people talk about getting shot around me and it makes those flashbacks come back quicker...I may talk about it but only when I get frustrated when someone acts stupid. I have a serious anger problem due to this event in my life. I don't tolerate disrespect I don't tolerate people talking about me behind my back only a few feet away from me when I can still hear you.
I am a very vindictive person and if you piss me off It'll probably be the last thing that you ever do.
To Toby: When I dream about us next I need these answers...Why did you leave me?  I feel as if you have left and I am alone, Why do you not guide me?  Why can't I fly free beside you?  Why didn't you say goodbye...?  I love you Dawg........

...Words of a Prophet...

Miz ©

Isn't my profile picture wonderful??
I thought so...
Well It's Christmas Eve and I have opened my presents...they were cool this year but not many...I got make-up, fuzzy Vans slippers that are lavender with skull and crossbones on them...My death slippers hehe, Cranium, A new CD player with anti-skip shit...it's a CD/MP3 player...Thanks Mum!, I got a ring from my dad, Uno Attack, Grand Theft Auto San Andreas, Viva La Bam 1st season on DVD, pajama pants with ants on them wearing fire helmets calling themselves "fire ants", a Dale Earnheart Junior christmas tree ornament, an american la france pumper fire truck christmas ornament that lights up.
God I miss my baby boi...I love him so much yet I don't see him much at all....I really physically hurt inside when I don't see him it's like my heart pains...I mean I already have enough attacks where I pass out and my heart skips beats...Sure...I love him though it isn't his fault he can't come see me.
Christmas Eve is lonely because I can't see him...it pains me so...maybe that's why I have been drinking Jack Daniels all night...I wish it would just get me drunk and pass out already I hate this tolerance I have that won't allow me to get drunk and pass out...

Tonight is never ending...it's like It just won't cease to be...it drones on and on again as if I am wondering in a never ending hallway...with doors...each door i choose leads to a new door and so on and so forth..I cannot escape what is my life coming to..? Ever hall I now enter becomes darker and darker until suddenly I am in the pitch black...the doorknobs bite me like snakes...I now have truly hit rock bottom In this snake pit...Is there where I will die?

I heard once that only the strong of heart may last to a ripe old age...what about those who yearn for death yet remain not out of their own decision..? who truly am I?  Why is it that I want to die so much I just cannot seem to figure out how to do it...Or why can I not be given my one simple wish...Why...is the one question that annoys most yet can never be answer I must be given an answer because i cannot continue to walk blindly without a helping hand into some dark abyss that I willingly entered yet cannot get out of...Where is my shining knight on a white steed?  Where is my Prince Charming?  Am I being left behind here?  When is it my turn to be given my one eternal desire....?

Death...

These scars on my arm continue to accumulate until I cannot bleed anymore.  That is my decision.

Miz ©