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Mr Crumbzâ„¢

I stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock, im tired of trying to understand

About Me

..This profile was edited with Thomas' myspace editor V2.5 ****I WILL NOT ADD YOU AS A FRIEND IF U DONT SEND ME A MESSAGE FIRST, I HAVE ENOUGH "FRIENDS" ON HERE THAT I DONT TALK TO AS IS AND IF UR LIKE 16 DONT BOTHER I DONT HAVE TIME FOR LIL GURLS*****
im a simple guy, i like gettin inked up, burnin down lil trees, skateing and writeing. i get along with almost everyone, i enjoi puttin smiles on peoples faces, i take care of myself for the most part, but we all slack on occasion, no one is perfect and i think perfection is over rated anyway, these days people have become way to foucsed on whats "in" and "hip", everyone loves the catch phrase of the year and most wear it down to the bone, its hard to even find out what most people are about these days cuz they dont even know them selves, there jus constantly changing there image with the times and giving no thought on the mental plain into what the fuck there all about. People steal other pictures and make pages, people act and put on this whole image just for myspace and its fucking rediculos. i just dont understand people anymore. you cant even browse profiles cuz you dont know who is real and who is fake, not only in the pictoral sense but also and mostly in the personality department. Im jus sick of it, everyone wants to be a thug and i cant stand it. people have lost touch with themselves and the downward spiral will continue until this country in filled with people who have no ambiton or goal in life because there were to busy trying to be cool to take a miniute to figure them selves out, the future pollution of america has started today, one can only imagin what the world will be like 20 years from now as the ones that were before us did, the times are rapidly changing and unless the youth of america wakes the fuck up we are all in for a big surprise, and i say surprise with hesatintness (is that even a werd?) its all right out in front of us, the parents of today have to set better exzamples for our children, everyday i see lil 13 yr old gurls on this site with actin like the 10 years older than they are, this shit has to come to an end... As for me, i know what im about and who i am, im confadent in my stature and am very happy with my self being, learn to look into yourself to find yourself, then you'll know what its all about, stop tryin to act cool cuz all uyr doin is actin like a fool but thats just my opinion, i could be wrong...Im jus another 9-5 slave whos only stimulation is takin a break and waitin for time to crest like the top of a wave and thats basicaly how ima live out the rest of my days, runnin this so called rat race yet im stuck in the corner of the maze....and im content with it, i get my frustration out with my pen not the sword, so many should follow this exzample and the world would be a better place...Telegram to Hip Hop:Dear Hip Hop .(stop). This shit has gone too far. (stop). Please see that mixer and turntables are returned to Kool Herc. (stop). The ghettos are dancing off beat. (stop). The master of ceremonies have forgotten that they were once slaves and have neglected the occasion of this ceremony. (stop). Perhaps we should not have encouraged them to use cordless microphones, for they have walked too far from the source and are emitting a lesser frequency (stop). Please inform all interested parties that cash nor murder have been added to the list of elements. (stop). We are discontinuing our current line of braggadocio, in light of the current trend in “realness”. (stop). As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. (stop). Give my regards to Brooklyn......Saul williams.....
if ya wanna bullshit..hit the AIM fuckers-violence81

My Interests


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music, chicks, tattoo's, skateboarding, mary jane, movies, writeing, women, ancient civalzations and a bunch of other kool stuff..

I'd like to meet:

And so it came to pass that every prayer was granted and every dream fulfilled. It was a year like no other. There was a sighting of Robert Johnson at the crossroads (the Mason-ry Dixon Line) in a candy apple Chevy, ridin' dirty, with Pimp C in the passenger seat hootin' and hollerin' about the sanctity of marriage and the need for fewer pimps. Countless hoes gathered at the foot of Stone Mountain as Bessie Smith sang a triumphant re-vamp of Purple Mountains Majesty all the while doing the "Anti-freeze" and the "Body Rock", nonstop. They handed out Degrees as party favors. Now, everybody was steppin their game up! Meanwhile, the cats that were in school all along were given free classes on "twerkin their jelly" non-academically for the systematic downfall of The Empire. Everything was in place. Back alley gangstas were turning white collar and white collar gangstas were turning themselves in. Aint nobody know how to act. I saw one cat in a Sean John suit, with Bird Man shoes, a G-unit hat, a Thug Life medallion, and a Super Bowl ring. He was Crumpin' so hard I almost put a spoon in his mouth. George Clinton did a "White Only" show at Abbysinian Baptist Church in Harlem. He stepped on stage in an all white suit, clean as Canadian pussy, and simply said "YOU CAN'T UN-RING THE BELL" before ascending into the Mothership leaving a trail of genius and crack smoke over the Harlem sky. The Pentagon was clueless. Slang, like, "this shits the bomb", had thrown them so far off course, they had begun to ignore us. Perfect! I jumped in my Caddy, drove down to Dr. Kings burial site and smoked one for The Dreamer. I had a plan that I was only going to need one strand of Puffy's chest hair, a Cotton Gin, a message from Flava Flav on my answering machine, the divorced wife of a dope Southern rapper, an appearance on a U.P.N. Sitcom, a glimpse of Oprah's privates, a hand shake from at least three black nationalist figures, a kiss from a guru, cocktails with Bono, duck sicked in an elevator, contact with Jesus, and a private tap dancing tap-off with a girlfriend to accomplish. I was certain I wouldn't fail. I was gonna make being dope being dope again. That would mean "bad" meaning bad and "good" meaning good. Yes, the end of the Quotation Mark. The assertion of the predicate. Mad grammatical shit, Son!
You can quote me on that!
From The Dead Emcee Scrolls By Saul Williams......


Music:



hed)p.e, soulfly, nothingface, aesop rockoutkast, sage francis, atmosphere, outkast, El-p, jedi mind tricks, american head charge, inspeckta deck, wu-tang, Def jux, anti-social, saul williams, coal chamber, ICP, pantera, snot, 40 below summer, ill nino, jimi hendrix, deftones, down, spineshank, a perfect circle, old korn, snot, nonpoint, nas, method man, eyedea, primer 55, mushroomhead, mudvayne, jean grae.

Movies:

snatch, blow, traffic, beverly hill cop 12&3, reservoir dogs, requiem for a dream, planet of the apes(original) a beautiful mind, true romance, bad boys 1&2, falling down, american history x, airplain, 28 days later, boogie nights, pi, old skool, very bad things, lock stock and two smokin barrels, stigmata, not another teen movie, spaceballs, the rules of attraction, lord of the rings, resident evil, IT, interveiw with the vampire, star wars, house of 1,000 corpes, kill fuckin bill, and so on...

Television:

dicovery channel, history channel..

Books:



i swear he did this all by himself

Heroes:

saul williams the man is an amazing poet and a true insparation...
www.myspace.com/saulwilliams

My Blog

~*clock*~

With every strike of the clock our lives slip byand time to time we might catch a glimps of oursleves Out the corner of our eyeswe get to see the one we truely dispisethat person full of hate and lies...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

*Her Hand Bag*

The girl who destroyed the world carried all she needed in her hand bag. Lushis red lips that turned heads at the hip Undenyable Powder blue eyes that riviald the skys masking all the lies Unresitsabl...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 08:26:00 PST

~All Wound Up~

So im all wound up and ready to go, fuck japedo time to cut the stings and let my life begin to flow. Sick of being a puppet and a corporate slave to a dictating president that always gets his wa...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Wed, 05 Oct 2005 10:52:00 PST

~Fade to Black~

I'm all alone with no one to hold, even a simple hello will fill my soul, cuz im runnin on empty, all im tryin to do is be friendly & all i get is people as emimies, what the fuck! what else can i...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

~She~

Its as simple as it seemed, i put out my hand and drew her towards me, every line perfect in every single way, not one inperfection laid on her sliky smooth skin, light as freshly fallen snow yet warm...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

~MisplaceD Love~

Its just a simple case of a misplaced love, I put my heart in the wrong set of hands and was left circleing with no place to land,.You left me with not even a tear to cry. So it all stays bottled up i...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

~Mother Nature~

As the wind blows she hums a subtel tune under her breathtelling of the earths destruction, and that theres not much left.meant not to be heard by the human earwhispering to god so only he can hearshe...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

HoPes AnD dReaMs

In the land full of hopes and dreams, lye endless rivers and streams leading us to the pot of gold, but no one knows what the future will hold cuz nothing is certian & no one knows who that man is...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

~* Im SorRy *~

don't hate me for what ive done yet love me for what ive become, its all because of you that i act this act this way, its all because of you that i made this change, im sorry for what ive done, thats ...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

~skin~

your skin was warm to the touchyet your heart is cold to the coreand emotions are straight out rawas the tears drip down they form blood filled puddlesthe surface ripples from my painnothing remains t...
Posted by Mr Crumbz" on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST