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Age: 24

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Member since: October 5, 2008

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blowjohnny2 is feeling fine ....
Updated 46 days ago

about me

Lets keep this simple i adore and admire the Kings Of Leon... and i have an addictive personality...I'm hooked
P.s Graduated fashion designer, menswear !! I love clothes i love men in clothes and ill do my best to keep them looking their very best...Now i just need to get employed

Favorite Lyric

Last year about this time
We used to climb up in the branches
Just to sway there in some breeze
Now the cops on the street
They want cherokee louise

To the place where you can stand
And press your hands like it was bubblebath
In dust piled high as me
Down under the street
My friend
Poor cherokee louise

Boy you best pray that i bleed real soon
How's that thought for you

Silent all these years - Tori Amos

Im walkin down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where Im bound, I cant tell
But goodbyes too good a word, gal
So Ill just say fare thee well
I aint sayin you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I dont mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But dont think twice, its all right

Bob Dylan - Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Song Title: Cherokee Louise
Artist: Joni Mitchell ( Orchestral Version, 2002)

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The Change...

Saturday, August 8, 2009 - 6:17 pm - blowjohnny2

I'm feeling a change... Iv just turned 24.
I look the same, walk the same, work the same but i FEEL different.
Still young, ish but in the ...
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Whats Wrong....

Friday, May 22, 2009 - 6:11 pm - blowjohnny2

It's friday night, i think to myself i should be out. Out where though ?

I haven't felt right for days, i'm now thinking its because i haven't ...
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Inspiration

Friday, May 1, 2009 - 5:20 pm - blowjohnny2

Inspiration doesn't always hit you when you need it, maybe you need someone guide you in a direction or present it to you in black and white.
Today ...
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Thursday, November 5, 2009 - 10:19 am - zak19185

How's the fashion thing going? I've not been on her in a few months, doesn't look like you have either. Ciao.

nice to meet you

Tuesday, August 25, 2009 - 9:29 am - shawnzo13

wow, fashion designer?!? sweet! keep up the KOL madness

Cheers,
Shawn

Just saying

Saturday, August 8, 2009 - 7:03 pm - hamstring

you have some sick skills art-wise. Have a good weekend, and that's an order!!

Gorgeous

Thursday, August 6, 2009 - 4:05 pm - hamstring

Your paintings....artwork.... just stunning. You really have talent! Do you sell any of your pieces or just do clothing design? Either way, watch out, you have sick visual skills. There are so many talented people on this site that I'm amazed. Very cool, if the Kings knew they would probably be stunned too. Cheers to your sunshine smile and your paintings.

DUDE

Friday, May 22, 2009 - 2:20 pm - bulls23

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit
Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe...Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid

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