Saint

For all trying to contact me, my # is fucked up...I'll try to get in touch with you...PEACE...Saint!!!

Hey, I heard the good news about me winning...I've been running around and not working so I haven't had access to find out the news. If I cannot get in touch with you @ 843-2400 x263, would it be possible for you to speak with Jolie and ask her for my #...or crystalmethod...Thanks alot, again. Saint!!!

PEEPS..PEEPS. Life is crazy, mine in particular. I'm on vacation from my job, that's why I haven't been on the net...but even if I wasn't on vacation, I wouldn't have access cause they're trying to fire me for a rebellious poem that needed to be said...anyways, I'm like crazy happy right now. Soo many blessings have fallen into my lap at once, it kind of makes up for all 22 years of bogus in my life...almost, hahaa. Pam has my correct #...I don't even know it by heart since it's not my house...well, much love to everybody. I'm on one of those cyber cafe pc's, I will do this again shortly...much xxoo's to e'body...Saint!!!

darrel...thanks, I'm going to need that after today, I may be fired. I wrote this poem at work about how corrupt this place is and how we, the workers, demand our fair share of a $10 million surplus...which they denied us. Anyways, I sent that poem to every single worker in our system, even the president. I mentioned the presidents name in the poem and how he's overpaid...etc etc...so, most likely I will be fired. If anything, I'll bring some peeps along for your reduced list, that way you clock some loochy instead of just letting in my po ass for nuttin Peace...Saint!!! Oh, yeah, about the disk...fuck them! I've writte over 40 poems since then, so whoever stole it can suck my nut cleavage and floss the sweat with my ass hairs. At least I get to go back to the archives and retrieve some of my old stuff...YEAH!

Damnit, I can't have anything in this place...people steal my mayonnaise from the fridge, they break into my supply cabinet and steal all my Trojan's...mofo's...oh well. Saint!!!

I never even received my voucher...*Saint doing his sad face thing

First off, Cholo, it was tight cause your gal was probably nervous. Give her some nice oral sex till she squirts convulsions onto your tongue, then, after she's relaxed, take your shovel and dig into the dirt all you want Lecy, Times Square...mmm, your right, it hasn't happend 'yet' but I'm thinking that once you see the way my mouth makes love to your lower lip, you'll reconsider all doubts Anyways, back to work...Saint!!!

Thanks Brandie, that helps me with my issue of being single...hahahahah. Saint!!! ------------------

I've got skills? Wait a minute...I get it...we must have had ravenous sex in another lifetime? I've been told I was Beelzebubs sex mentor back in the days, boy, you should have seen the orgies we had back then, hahaa. Good ole Lucifer still tries to get me to be down. Too bad, cause I'm on Lecy's <A HREF="http://www.clubplanet.com/guestlists/" TARGET="_blank">guestlist</A> ~ Saint!!! ------------------

B2B...a poem I've share 2 on here already...breaking the science of club stalls down for all to understand: A cousin of wet-willy dripped Down the rim of the fresh-cleaned toilet Onto the shoes of a wild club cat Straight down the lace...to the floor...SPLAT!!! They fumbled unloosening the lace Grabbing her hair and kissing her face Pinching her nibbies n' giving her hickies Such is a weekend at Factory Squeezing his cheeks with the sound of the beats Going in slow and grinding it deep Screaming out loud and grabbin that ass Down on his knees and getting whip-lash Such a good time in a world of their own Had they not screamed, nobody would know A bouncer named Robert shun light in her face Catching a glimpse of the joyous rage He passed them a towel, a pad and a pen Giving them props and a contact named Ben Who's shooting a flick on the Ave of 8th This natural talent cannot go to waste He left them alone and informed Thor A small buff guy called the janitor "Give 'em ten minutes and then get the mop By the looks on his face he's ready to pop" But as he found out, it only took three Straight down her back was a bright white stream She got really pissed as the sea flew south She really did want it all in her mouth When Thor returned he came to his aide Giving him water and fresh bandaids He stood by their side, thinking to himself How could a toilet give such a welt He lifted his pants, gave Thor a pound Winking his eyes while smacking her mound Staggering outside to find a seat Catching his breathe and resting his knees On the way home they glimpsed in the eyes Hiding a bible underneath her thighs Stashing some glowsticks in her purse It's nine in the morning and time for church Saint!!! ------------------

My biggest turnoff...not getting any play after all the money I spent. Ooops, sorry, I was looking at the wrong piece of paper, I was reading slouvaki's response. Now, for MY biggest turnoff...it would have to be a combination of too much cigarrette smoke mixed with people knocking into me, spilling my nasty smelling Vodka all over my fucking clothes, leaving it to slowly drip down my arm, through my pants, soaking into my nuts...deleting all opportunity for me to get any play cause I smell like a free prison inmate who just turned into an alcoholic...Saint!!! Oh yeah, my best things are chillin with Lecy in the bathroom...hahaa, jk! ------------------

I never said I like talking about it...but I figured since the age of 1 day I've been sucking nipples so it kinda has an influence on my life, ya know, ahahaha. Saint!!! ------------------

Yeah well, you fuel my crackage cause you educate. Keep feeding me...and I'll continue to burp processed images...Saint!!! ------------------

doubledown11 and The Answer are my new role models...just figured I'd say that! Saint!!! ------------------

Floatation Device? You mean, harboring a clitoris in my mouth wasn't the first floatation device? Damn, I thought I made that term up. Oh well, now I have to try one of them babies...just to see how a clitoris feels like when it's in my mouth...yumm, Saint!!! ------------------

I club because I like the bass fucking my pores as if each one was a pussy. I club because when I dance, I like to make believe I'm an Aboriginal Indian that used to bathe in the glory of authentic sunsets-pure ganja-naked titties flapping all around-and living in the luxury of knowing life is to be appreciated...then I leave the club and remember where I am. I club because certain songs aide my previous reason. That's basically my reason for going clubbing. Sure, there are females, yadda yadda yadda...but I don't go for the females...I could care less (CM, stop laughing at me, hahaa). Now, I hate clubs because: The smoke fucks my lung cells as if each aveoli was a pussy. Everyone in there looks like an Aboriginal Indian lost in their own world...and when that happens, they step on my feet, clostheline me like Randy Macho Man Savage, spill drinks on me as if I were being baptized, brand their signature in my skin with their cigarrettes, criticize my dance skills while they hold up the clubs weak sedement foundation. And finally, after every night, I'm guaranteed a quick dose of hearing loss...Saint!!! ------------------

The difference between yours and mine though, Lecy, is mine coughs when you get too close to it (YUCK). hahaha. Ok, everybody, submit your anus description, I want to see if they resemble the personal ads: 22yrs. old, narrow-minded yet perky, caucasian-lightly tanned, loves to give back to the world. Saint!!! ------------------

Brandie, control is but an illusion anyway (Realised that by watching 'Instinct'). However, just for the sake of argument, you can have all the illusion, I mean, control you want---and if you find yourself heading down the road towards my anus---Read the sign and obey "NO ENTRANCE, ONE WAY ROAD". hahaha, Saint!!! ------------------

Relationships. Just saying the word makes me break out in hives. I love sex/making love/screwing...I love relationships, I'm a one gal guy (believe it or not), but as far as having a relationship, I feel like vomiting just thinking about it. I'm such a giving person in all aspects (hahaa) and these ladies out there misinterpret that as "SUCKER!!!" And then there's the ladies with more issues than Hitler. It's like, jeez, are there any semi-sane delicious creatures out there (Besides lecy, jolie, brandie, jessica, sunshine, lil t, deedlez, dream, etc etc etc) with a decent lightbulb on there head that's willing to put up with a 24 hour cock (weisel) sex stunt-man comedian with a knack for creating and copulating pleasurable lifetime experiences? I'd say no but I'd be wrong cause most of those gals are either taken, lesbian, or in the 'fuck relationship' mind frame. So, I guess I'm with Lecy. It's time for 'me'. And that means...lots n' lots of masturbating...hahahaha. Seriously, time unfolds every second like prostitute legs. I'm cherishing every moment, with or without someone, but if it happens again...slow and easy does it. Saint!!! ------------------

Lecy, of course I'll marry you, hahaa. Oh, 'bout the above post...your brewing post is better...it involves Egyptian camnels and Swedish whips-soon to be released Saint!!! ------------------

Nobody beats the Wiz...hahaa. Thanks alot chief. I forgot to thank you yesterday...I was busy bathing in pornographic thoughts. I think they have that book here, I remember seeing it before. Again, thanks. Peace, Saint!!! ------------------

Sucks when your libido is kicking in. Damn!!! What time does the Vault open up? I think I have to rely on something drastic, hahaa...Saint!!! ------------------

Read my reply to your other post, hope that helps...Saint!!! ------------------

Lecy, as if you had to think about getting some...what are you crazy? The Saint does not ration his goods out with a measuring cup...you can have it all Time and place---name it!!! Oh, and Haze need not look over his shoulder when it comes to his girl...however, he should look over his shoulder cause if he's having sex like that I will be taping it and selling it for a little 50-50 split profit...but, not without the written consent of both parties, hahahha. Saint!!! ------------------

Jolie always knows how to make my penis wither behind the undies with her idea of an average sized COCK...hahaa. Well, I'm not going to say shit (anymore) about my size, cause, I'm a firm believer (now I am) that it's nobody's business except the person who's touching it. Now, as for foreplay, let's just say I have a fetish for the female body. Cunnilingus is heaven. Ankles are succulent. Everything about a woman is to be adored...Ok, enough of this, I can't take it, I'm surrounded by ugly librarian office workers...Jolie, quick, send me a picture, xoxo, Saint!!! ------------------