<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:04:21.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds Of The Future</title><subtitle type='html'>The world is round and you obviously know that.  The mind can do great things and of course you know that as well.  A memory can be lost, but the experience never is......I like seeds....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-354662479157578765</id><published>2009-02-16T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:15:44.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup</title><content type='html'>Allstar weekend was good, as well as valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;Be back. peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-354662479157578765?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/354662479157578765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=354662479157578765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/354662479157578765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/354662479157578765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2009/02/sup.html' title='Sup'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-5827311617937628054</id><published>2009-02-14T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:56:27.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red and White sex day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentine's Day come and goes, a holiday for lovers&lt;br /&gt;Some seem to go out their way, just to say how much&lt;br /&gt;A gift is given, but that's just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;I love you boo, she/he smiles with a glimmer in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;New relationships, old flames&lt;br /&gt;Sex is suppose to happen, not really(HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Bitter women, this is for you&lt;br /&gt;You're mine for today, so be happy boo&lt;br /&gt;New pantie set, old pussy wet&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air, don't get sick babe&lt;br /&gt;You've found your wife, seriously though&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, hearts become open&lt;br /&gt;Women feels special, men make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Have sexy times, you pervs&lt;br /&gt;14 ways to express your love, 1 will suffice&lt;br /&gt;Make kissyface during dinner, cute&lt;br /&gt;Everything is perfect, except for the pant leg&lt;br /&gt;I love all women, yes you.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day may come and go.&lt;br /&gt;But with each, my love for you grows.&lt;br /&gt;Tadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is for every female who doesn't have a valentine, who hates this day, who has one; but they couldn't make it, or who really don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, smile, cry, get angry. Just enjoy life and don't dwell on a day.&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to EBB(finally got your shout out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WheatBread Production.......Peace and Love....Brooklyn son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-5827311617937628054?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/5827311617937628054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=5827311617937628054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/5827311617937628054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/5827311617937628054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-and-white-sex-day.html' title='Red and White sex day'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-6917061757871382970</id><published>2009-02-08T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:08:35.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO</title><content type='html'>What it is folks, You know who it is. Let's get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I'm watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CAVs&lt;/span&gt; game, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; be short on this.  I just had some eggs and bacon, shit was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think its time for a change, maybe not drastic; but a change all and all. Like I've been getting the "asshole" label a lot, Ion really like that shit.  Well not really, because whoever calls me that it's because they don't get their way.  I've been talking to one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt; lately, she's mad cool; just a little out there(to say the least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ANY WHO&lt;/span&gt;, game back on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Imma&lt;/span&gt; write the valentine's poem after the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-6917061757871382970?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/6917061757871382970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=6917061757871382970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/6917061757871382970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/6917061757871382970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo.html' title='YO'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-2081539492704763227</id><published>2009-01-31T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:05:46.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction or Ground one</title><content type='html'>What up folks, it's the kid typing that chill shit for the eyelids.  Yea so I've been thinking a lot recently and I've never really typed or told anyone what's on my mind.  I'm tryna change that a little bit, so hear goes........Ready? Okay, hold the fuck up. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I've been thinking about what imma be in 5 years, like what Imma be doing and who imma be with.  I've had this dream where I'm waking up in 5years, I wake up in my house and shit right.  Big ass plasma TV, you know the works.  So I see this specimen of a female walk out my bathroom and Shorty stacked.  But the weirdest shit happen though, I never really see her face son.  Like I see her lips and shit, but I never know who she or what she looks like.  Shit got me worried yo, like who is this person?  Is she my wife?  She a jumpoff?  A potential?  As this is going through my mind in the dream, I get an email from my bank telling me I just made 4gs in a matter of 10 mins.  So I know I'm caking, nah mean.  They say dreams are spirits or images of the was has yet to come and I just hope I find out who shorty is man, shorty had a phat ass and tits for days.  Fuck all that shit though man, I say that a lot.  It's when shit seems to good to be true, I don't really care for it like that.  Maybe that's a bad habit, maybe not.  But I find it hard to trust anyone,  Y'all can't judge me, in some of y'all circles this is an under statement.  I know their are people that are trustworthy, but I've either never met them or they just flow right past me.  Being single is heaven Btw.  I also miss going over shorty house after work and getting some loving, so being a couple is this shit to.  Man, fuck that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've listen to Ryan Leslie's album, son went in.  Like I'm not a big R&amp;amp;B guy, but this dude did his thing.  If you can't get no play while son album is playing, just become gay man.  I'll bag ole girl and let you know what happens.  I'm waiting on Fabo to come out with another album, Nigga like Joe Buddens and shit.  Common new album really didn't grab me, son could of came harder then he did.  I'm use to classic shit from son, this wasn't it.  Aye, I'm not reviewing albums and shit.  So don't  go by what I say, you have ears so listen to them music and judge for yourselves.  I've been getting called an asshole a lot lately, I say you're right on track with that.  But also Imma cool dude that really don't dwell on shit so I really don't care what you think.  I say I'm different, I also say fuck you for not agreeing or agreeing right then.  Your all welcome, not for being there for me(friends of course).  But for not smacking me for being a smart ass(even though I'll shank you if you try :|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so you've just read like 10.5% of what I be thinking about, yea shut up.  I'm not done yet, sheesh.  Just taking a break.....SUPER BOWL!......GO STEELERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, that game was aight.  Still though, DAVID TYREE.  Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, a lot of people wanna get "shout outs" in my shit.  But you don't really contribute to anything in my life.  Like what have you done for me lately?  Not shit, nothing.  I can't fuck with that, so I'll just shout out the usual suspects until you actually say "hi" to the kid.  I've came to the conclusion that Imma die hard sports fan, like for football and basketball.  If you've read some of the above typing, YES and The Phoenix Suns.  I go in when I'm watching them, feeling do get hurt during these events.  Sue me, I am Man.  I'm a gambling man, but I really don't bet on my teams.  Weird.  Enough of that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, this shit is pretty cool.  Never "opened" up like I'm doing, shit aight.  Won't be doing this anymore anytime soon, but shit is cool.  I guess I'm a just keep going since I'm on a roll.  I like Nerds(the candy), shit is good son.  I also like cartoons, fuck yall I'm cool :|.  I think if videos never existed, the world would be VERY boring. Just saying.  If I see another bad Sonic or Mega Man game, someone is gonna get shot.  I'm not playing either.  I think if they made a game systems that played EVERY game, that would be fire yo.  Word.  Just a thought though, don't really want to play all these Playshitty 3 games, sucks.  MICROSOFT FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm coming to a close on my thoughts, yall really don't wanna read anymore anyway.  So in conclusion, I think I've changed a lil.  A good way of knowing is that I haven't use the word shank yet(to late :D), yea so take it or leave it yo.  I'm not here for you, I'm here for the booties and boobies tyvm. Aye GO SUNS! GIANTS! eagles to, yea i know son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to the usual suspects(Frank and the crew)&lt;br /&gt;Stacey, OW @ that tat babe.&lt;br /&gt;Sexpot Neshia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a WheatBread production.......Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-2081539492704763227?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/2081539492704763227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=2081539492704763227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/2081539492704763227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/2081539492704763227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2009/01/reaction-or-ground-one.html' title='Reaction or Ground one'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-3487693981062262157</id><published>2009-01-28T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:08:00.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha</title><content type='html'>HA, sup son. Ummm, that's about it. Peace. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-3487693981062262157?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/3487693981062262157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=3487693981062262157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/3487693981062262157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/3487693981062262157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2009/01/ha.html' title='ha'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-4664503182713367918</id><published>2008-12-06T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:43:33.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Eruption</title><content type='html'>What up folks, been a long ass time b.  I think the title suits my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it's done.  Plaxico Finally Caught up with us, we know it was looming around.......But no one wanted to admit it.   I will still deny until the end of time, but those who know.....KNOW.  I really can't believe it, but it is what it is.  I guess now it's time to go back to normal mode(aka basketball mode). My SUNS are looking good, Shaq is doing him word up.  All we need is another six man and we straight son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the sports, lets get to the nitty Mctitty(you like it, I know).  So if you haven't read some of my blogs about my car here's an update, still ain't got the shit:\.  It's been 3 fucking months! 3!  Like wtf man, I can see if I was having a major overhaul of the car.  BUT IT'S JUST THE FUCKING DASH PANEL!  They said it's a rare part(gerbil shit), How rare is this shit really?  Fuck around and just sell the shit(never).  I'm suppose to get it back later on today, We shall see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, I believe it's time to ummmmm get another girlfriend..........Iono though.  My ideal woman is simple though.  All she gotta do is be herself, don't try to be something their not.  That's annoying, Just saying.  I been looking at some of the females that I've went out with and......I think I was outta my damn mind, Everyone of them had problems and/or were crazy as Angela Bessette in "waiting to exhale".   Fuck was wrong with me man, No wonder I drunk so much while with them.  I don't regret dating them, because life is lived out in experiences.  And I've lived life man, still living son. The kid won't stop(I'm not wearing a shiny suit though :/).  Hopefully in the near further, I find someone special.  Sometimes I think being the way I am is wrong, then I say fuck it and keep doing what I do.  So.......Valentines is coming up, I wonder who wanna be my joint this year.  I pretty much do great things that day for some reason. Like creating something special for someone is natural that day(and all year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is long, but you know if yon like it........YOU WILL ANYWAY. Yea, I said it.  So right now I'm vibing to some Hov, that "Beach Chair" song is me for now on(last track on kingdom come).  Shit got thinking, I really miss my grandma.  I wish she was here so I could talk to her(another reason I want my car back).  I miss my cousin and my auntie as well, like I thought I could just carry the load for my fam.  I know now I can't, but I won't ask for help.  Imma do something big and Imma just keep living in this dream on my Beach Chair........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts go out to Binya, you're really a great friend and I'm honored to that you let me be yours&lt;br /&gt;To my Sis, Ya crazy ass keep me sane when the chips are down.&lt;br /&gt;To my Homie Frank, Yea yall won and shit.  You my nigga son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special shout out my Grandma, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall be easy man, ONE&lt;br /&gt;WheatBread prod........2's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-4664503182713367918?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/4664503182713367918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=4664503182713367918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/4664503182713367918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/4664503182713367918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-eruption.html' title='Mind Eruption'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-2299346189430726463</id><published>2008-11-22T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:01:19.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New New shit</title><content type='html'>What's good people, it's ya local chill dude.  Delivering that cold shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, The 9-1 G-Men are doing it still.  Can't wait til Sunday, gone give Kurt Warner a run for his money.  Hopefully Jacobs does play and Plaxico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I just acquired a Net book, shit is sweet son.  Can do mad shit on here man, I'm a have a lot of fun b.  Any who, still waiting on my damn car, been like 2 months in the shop.  I can't wait to get it back, tired of the damn bus and train(damn stank ass motherfuckers).  All these damn students! Talk like a bunch ducks, mostly females.  I know why I miss high school now(perverts, you know what I'm talking about......Back staircase OH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so I just wanted to say that and shit.  I holla later after Sunday(10-1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Binya, she's one cool chick. I dig that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WheatBread Productions ........Peace......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-2299346189430726463?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/2299346189430726463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=2299346189430726463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/2299346189430726463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/2299346189430726463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-new-shit.html' title='New New shit'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-2798855279305344925</id><published>2008-11-18T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:19:33.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iono what title to put, go figure :/</title><content type='html'>What up people.  Been a while, Been busy and shit.  Let's get right to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 9-1 huh?  Surprised?  You shouldn't be, I been saying this shit since Eli got drafted.  I'm mad people still can't see the truth.  You would think After losing to The Giants so much, they would get the picture.  It's cool though, they get it now.  Back to the cold though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say, I have a lot on my mind.  I've been getting these headaches lately, I think it's because I have to much on my mind or something.  Eh, fuck it.  I need to go to on this trip and stop bullshitting, New york needs to see less of me as possible.  I wonder who reads my shit, I know there are some ghosting going on.  I don't really give a fuck though, The more the merrier.  I think it's funny how people change so quickly, pretty amusing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time I am on the fences shall we say, about my whole situation.  If push come to shove, I don't know what I'm going to do.  It's starting to get to me, I really think I'm going to snap.  If you don't what I'm talking about, Read the old post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for shouts, Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WheatBread&lt;/span&gt; Productions.....Peace.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-2798855279305344925?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/2798855279305344925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=2798855279305344925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/2798855279305344925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/2798855279305344925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2008/11/iono-what-title-to-put-go-figure.html' title='Iono what title to put, go figure :/'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-5154068579648633908</id><published>2008-11-12T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:48:02.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to warm you up</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something was in the air, That day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sense of intrigued, If you may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True beauty was afoot, like sitting on the dock of the bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My soul filled with love, as we all should pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the setting to my day dream, not to run astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wonder is you being the guiding light to my darkness, love bullets will spray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there's nothing there, you're my something dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your visible is my eye sight, I believe I've shed a tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our spirits as one, set for the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something was in the air, That day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every breathe I take, is you giving me life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know, I write a little poetry.  This was a what if poem, something from the past created this joint.  I think we all have had a "what if" in our life, well this is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Giants........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WheatBread productions......Peace.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-5154068579648633908?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/5154068579648633908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=5154068579648633908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/5154068579648633908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/5154068579648633908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-to-warm-you-up.html' title='Something to warm you up'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-6486458025013768845</id><published>2008-11-09T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:18:35.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeyah BITCH!</title><content type='html'>What up people, this is your penguin associate bringing you the colder side of the spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm happy.  My Giants beat them greasy ass birds.  I had no doubt, wasn't worried at all.  Like I said, the running game was abundant.  Earth(B. Jacobs), Wind(D. Ward), and Fire(A. Bradshaw) were pushing the chains as usual.  Some calls and challenges made me cringed, but I am happy with the results.  TWO TURNOVERS ARE NOT ACCEPTABLE, that's all Imma say on that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my life, well things are cool.  I'm a little scared to express my feeling, I don't know if it will be received well.  Maybe it's in my mind, however when I did express such feeling......let's just move on.  I feel like I'm holding myself back from really putting myself out there, like I'm afraid to take risks.  I need to just do it and stop acting a bitch, That's not my style(acting like a bitch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, women are very complicated creatures.  I grew up around women and still, don't understand them.  I know during certain days of the month, just stand clear.  I know when y'all say one thing, it means like 20 different things.  But can y'all plus stop beating around the bush, just say the shit.  I need a women that's going to make me step my game up, like Michelle Obama did for Barack.  Understand, talking down to any man/woman is not uplifting.  The shit that you do in the relationship/friendship, will reflect onto the other person.Keeping a close knit circle are important to any life you wanna lead, make sure your friends don't do dumb shit that would get arrested.  NOT A GOOD LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Being stable in an unstable relationship is not healthy.  If your life is off course, find that fork in the road and go left.  Cause right  didn't work and who goes down the middle nowadays?  Psh, better &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Keeyah&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;. Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;--Bobby J. Simmons(that's me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WheatBread production, Peace..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-6486458025013768845?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/6486458025013768845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=6486458025013768845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/6486458025013768845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/6486458025013768845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-up-people-this-is-your-penguin-ass.html' title='Keeyah BITCH!'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-4457360964661967398</id><published>2008-11-08T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:10:50.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a Dream to a new Beginning</title><content type='html'>Whelp, Finally going to finish this shit. I had "My President" by Young Jeezy on the joint cause you know, it was called for at the moment.  My new Song speaks for itself, No need for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think we as a Black community as a whole........Are Ignorant.  Think about it man, a lot are uninformed about the world as a whole.  Let alone our new President(He's Black btw), Many think he's some type of "terrorist" or some shit.  ARE YOU SERIOUS?!  That's like saying Rupual wasn't a man(nigga please).  I want to go into it more deeply, but there's really nothing to say.  Time will tell and we shall what's what. YOU MAD?  Yea, you mad ole oopy looking motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clears throat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto some other shit. My life, is pretty okay.  I mean it's could be a whole lot better, but right now I'm sacrificing.  I'm giving a lot of shit, just so some of my fam could have a good life.  First off, I'm an only child and I don't like sharing/sacrificing shit.  I really wish one of my family members get they shit together so I can go back to doing what I was doing.  At this point, I feel I'm on the edge of just saying "fuck sharing, MINE".  But I digress, maybe it's in my mind.  Maybe I was so busy the last couple of years I never notice, now that I'm not occupied with a shorty by my side.  Maybe I was keeping myself busy to not notice this shit, at least I was happy(kind of).  I already know questions will arise.  You can ask, I won't answer unless you're somebody who knows about the situation.  Listen, sometimes I get in my moods where I don't want to be bothered and what not.  I tend to lash out at people that don't leave me be, my only warning is "hi".  I will end this paragraph on a good note:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The that you keep close to your heart, are the people that won't let you fall apar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;t"&lt;/span&gt; --Bobby J. Simmons(that's me).  Deep, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, How bout them GIANTS man?  I believe them Eagles will need LT type defense to stop the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dream Killers"&lt;/span&gt;.  Listen, I know y'all got this and that.  But without a Superbowl ring.........Well, you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thank all the folks that deals with my loonyness(new word, zip it) and shit.  I know I be mad random and shit, I thank you for keeping my sane and shit.  I don't say thank you a lot, so this....... I REALLY MEAN IT!  You Know who you are.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think shout outs are called for this one, the brief sentences above pretty much did that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Always, this has been a WheatBread production.........Peace.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-4457360964661967398?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/4457360964661967398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=4457360964661967398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/4457360964661967398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/4457360964661967398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-dream-to-new-beginning.html' title='The end of a Dream to a new Beginning'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-1770958534764152123</id><published>2008-11-05T01:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:30:37.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game, Set, Odramaden</title><content type='html'>What up people, It's your local Penguin associate. Here to deliver the coldest side of the earth, where life is still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm happy My President is Black. Unlike Bill Clinton, he doesn't have to pretend his birth right. Yea I voted, in 30secs(Bobby doesn't wait on voting lines). I'm kind of mad that some people voted off of color alone, most of the people didn't know what party he was in. That's sad, I mean hopefully People educate themselves more now then ever because we have a lot of changing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that shit tho, I'm happy for my son. Frank you gotta special lady right there man, don't let her go(or I will shank you). That L.A. trip sounds like it would be mad fun, that's a go. Hopefully I can find a special lady like that(doubt it, these closet crazies out here), maybe there's hope for the kid. I'm starting to think I push females away on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt;, or maybe I just don't like them no more so I do what I do. I tend to get bored quick, guess that's what happens when you never truly fall "in" love. Maybe I'm missing something important, like I'm talking to a an "ex" and she really loves me, but I don't think I can like her anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I speak to her, I get the "oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; now" look on my face. Maybe that's why I don't bother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;answering&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IM's&lt;/span&gt; to tough. I need to just dead it and move on, because I have a girl that I'm talking to that I think fits me better. This could just be that fried chicken I just ate, but I think I can't let go of the past. I still talk to my other ex as well, shits crazy man. She's mad cool and all, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; have to dead that to. Enough of this opening up shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; is coming and The Giants will Face them Nasty greasy ass Birds. Fran can't expect us to go 7-2, no way. I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McNiblet&lt;/span&gt; is a beast and all, but COME ON! ELI and The whole running game? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Psh&lt;/span&gt;, better quit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;frolicking&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, I know that One person will read this and I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. It has to be done, you knew this was coming long before I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts to Fran(shorten me name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; you huh!?)&lt;br /&gt;Shouts to La(Keep his ass in check, I got the shank if you need it)&lt;br /&gt;Shouts to the Snow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bizzles&lt;/span&gt;(word son, word)&lt;br /&gt;Shouts to everybody I know(I'm lazy, I know:\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wheatbread&lt;/span&gt; Production......Peace.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-1770958534764152123?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/1770958534764152123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=1770958534764152123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/1770958534764152123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/1770958534764152123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-set-odramaden.html' title='Game, Set, Odramaden'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323927191718886589.post-5512304928832935003</id><published>2008-11-03T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:11:35.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooly Cooly</title><content type='html'>What's good, Say word I forgot I already had a Blogspot joint son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay let's see, I am thinking that some females have major issues and need some help.  Any who, I'm feeling this shorty right.  She's a little weird, but I like her weirdness.  Maybe I'm holding back, I realized the females that I thought I did like, I really don't.  Maybe I just got turned off by their closet craziness, I know I need to stop talking to the past.  Shit is giving me a headache man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well My Giants are 7-1, I know some of you are mad(Stank ass birds).  But if not us then who?  And if not now, then when?  We are the super bowl champs and we will show each and every team for now on we mean business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Frank(we gone make it 8-1 against yall son), 90 yards........&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Santana, word you got a shout out.&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Tania, She urged me to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyo, this has a been WheatBread production.....Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323927191718886589-5512304928832935003?l=kingsirkickz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/feeds/5512304928832935003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323927191718886589&amp;postID=5512304928832935003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/5512304928832935003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323927191718886589/posts/default/5512304928832935003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kingsirkickz.blogspot.com/2008/11/fooly-cooly.html' title='Fooly Cooly'/><author><name>JustSon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022545539604215937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjPB-NY7p4E/SAMf_1DtTcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VXup7p64V2s/S220/646289971_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
