I hate to return to be the bearer of bad news... Oh who am I kidding? I exist to do so... I have refrained from commenting on my "petri dish" I started growing almost two years ago now in much the same way GOD allows us to make our own decisions... Now that the backstory is set up, on with the topic at hand... no one's comments on here rubbed me the wrong way until unREALTalk allowed the whole world to take a glimpse of what is really going on inside his HEAD. (pun intended) You somehow find it disgusting that someone would report the truth? I could not beleive what I was reading and honsestly had to take it in in small bite size pieces just to be able to digest the true meaning behind your defense of a sicko like Mr. Cee. Now let me put my bisexual and gay audience minds at ease. I have no interest in your sex lives. What the issue is, is you have someone who is putting everyone and everything around him in danger due to his lack of honesty and integrity. RealTalk says a little teenage tranny head is not really a big deal and the public should back off, but at the moment he made the decision to let a young boy wrap his shit talkers around his fleshlight he put people at risk... His poor unfortunate wife at home, who lives with the danger of contracting a death sentence from performing her wifely duties to an otherwise "godless" pervert... His job at the radio station WILL BE refelected on poorly as well... let me elaborate... Listen Realtalk... a DUI attorney goes out and gets a DUI and kills an innocent child in a head on collision, a police officer robs a bank, a preist molests children, etc... See Mr. Real (can i call you that? Thanks. The irony floors me), Hip-Hop (as bad as it has gotten) is still not at the point of accepting and propping up openly gay/bisexual male personalities. So as a Dj at one of the hottest radio stations in New York (to many regarded as the birth place of hip-hop) his being busted making love to a boys mouth in a well known gay prositution area, after being busted there TWICE before, not only reflects bad on the station, but New York as a whole....DEPENDING on the REACTION from his peers... If he is outcast and ostrasized, then the masses will feel the radio station, his peers, and the city as a whole REJECTS this activity... BUT if he is adamantly defended and his detractors are made to feel like "sellouts" and "toms" because they speak the truth, then whoever has alligned themselves with that movement takes a fail... This second group would inlcude you Im afraid... The end is near when someone who claims to LOVE hip hop is defending a down-low DJ against the masses who have condemned this behaviour... PS, "REALtalk".... no one can kick if your "down" if you dont willingly put yourself in that situation. This isn't a black or white thing. This isn't a little guy VS "the man" thing...It is a sexually perverted sicko whose dirty secrets were brought to light, and hip-hop (rightly so) has rejected this act... Listen Realtalk...again being gay is not a crime. I think you as a gay man should have all the rights as straight folk. Just keep it "REAL" and tell your bretheren to be open and honest about who/what they are... real talk...

SITERBUN is that you? Let me say this in such a way that you understand... "Cah oo maika mia veah-wy goot dea? SALAD ANYONE???

You said "week ass analyst" I think you actually meant "weak ass analysis" SALAD ANYONE???

Please Clo... do not respond. That is one of the wisest decisions you have made in the entirety of your pathetic existance on this planet, as well as the next. Over my time here with you I have listened to your continual paranoid ramblings and wondered what would motivate a man with so little to lose to crawl out of bed every morning. You believe in any "theory" that any one celled organism can come up with. You barely live above the poverty line, and if you have one more child would actually qualify for public assistance. You helped found an internet gang with a racist anglo-saxon who to this day masquerades as a person of color and repeats the most vile language. You became a 30 year old groupie to the rapper Yung Legend's (cousin) and rode his scrotum like a ferris wheel for months. (how is that working out?) You went to war with an individual obviously much more superior in both financial and emotional terms, and beating after beating, you crawled back begging to be taken back in the fold. You beleive Tupac Shakur was smuggled to Cuba by aliens who wanted to protect him from the Illuminati, led by Jay-Z. You bragged about smoking marijuana and sniffing cocaine daily and then washing it down with 80 proof liquer. Surely it doesn't take a scientist to know that dumping that much poison in your body on a daily basis is bound to result in some unfavorable reactions to both your health and mental clarity. You are lost. You will die only slightly more knowledgable than you are now. You are a full cup. It is not possible to teach you, a black man in his mid 30's with a white wife and who barely earns an income considered to be over the poverty line to ever advance his position. So you have been reduced to a lowly coward who must troll rap blogs looking for friends and even moreso, family, whom you can use to validate your sorry, pathetic existance... Don't worry Clo. When you are gone, no one will shed a tear. And maybe for the first timein her life, your wife will meet a "man" who can satisfy her, instead of stuck with a "boy" stuck in the perpetual cycle of ignorance... SALAD ANYONE???

Says the Kim Jong Il look-a-like... According to the latest World Economic Report, while you smuggle uranium and construct shabbily-built weapons of minimal destruction, your people live in poverty. The last report further stated that 3 out of 5 North Korean citizens live below the poverty line. Please fall back and attempt to formulate some kind of plan of action to raise your people out of poverty. Also, when you type, please do not be scared to use "the" between words. Reading your post is like listening to an old karate flick... SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

waiting on the "wrath".......

Listen you miserable vomitous mass... Please allow me to personally and unequivocally invite you to please not stand too close to me. I know in your dismal financial situation, it must be entertaining to walk down the street to your local library, and log on to the public computers with your temporary Public Library Card, and mimic and imitate those who you could never be, but if you break it down to elements similar in size to those of the periodic table, you will readily see you are a two-bit, two-line typing, dunce hat wearing clown. I am so sorry that description was rather lengthy but sometimes the simplest things take longer to paint than the complex. Your temporary Public Library computer pass is going to expire soon, so I will not expect a reply. SALAD ANYONE???

Wow... I am really lowering the bar by replying to this copy-and-paste Googler, but sometimes even Gods and Devils must physically confront the mortals to prove superiority. See, even though you feel your picture amuses others, and your random warblings on the Black Panthers somehow validates your "blackness", you couldn't be farther from the truth. You are like a physically impaired invalid with Terets Syndrome. Systematically rambling and shouting out information with no specific pattern or purpose. If you were to ingest a bottle of pills, and drift off into a deep sleep, no one would miss you. It would be weeks, maybe even months before the stench of your rotting corpse attracted any attention. Even then you would be toe-tagged a John Doe, and buried in an unmarked grave in the clothes that you died in. There is one chance...actually take the time you spend spouting off ignorant info, and take up a trade, or learn a craft that could profit you down the line... Other than that I am afraid you are wasting both mine and your time... SALAD ANYONE???

Let me see if I can help add a bit of clarity to what Mr. Nasir is trying to say to you. See Dirk, regardless of what I am or am not, 99.9% of the information you and others equally as susceptible as you quote and accept as fact, I have, in my evil laboratory (pronounced La-bore-a-tory) crafted and created. So in turn when you use what I have forged against me, you look rather foolish. Let me put it in laymen's terms for the squishy brained: That is like asking my own mother to slap me FOR you. Do you see how idiotic you sound? Now let me clear up that last statement. I am not in any way implying I have a mother, (birth, adoptive, figurative or otherwise.) I am returning to give a warning. This Jeremy Perry narrative has taken an ugly turn. Like a perfectly grown head of lettuce that is now becoming slimy and black. It is time to advance and evolve Dirk. A concept you surely must have trouble comprehending, but a concept you must eventually embrace nontheless...

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

I would like to clear up a common misconception that some unintelligent lower life forms seem to latch onto. Mr. Samuel Powers seems to think he is the "Jessica Lansbury" of this site. He seems to think that he has the unparalleled ability to see through monikers and decipher word-patterns and come to conclusions as to who is who. If he was .0005% as smart as he thought he was, he would clearly be able to see the difference between Bigup and I. (or Jeremy, or Nas or whoever the hell he is today) I am simply the weather that decides what people are going to wear according to how I see fit. I have helped forge alliances, and I have broken "gangs" and clubs into pieces. I admit, like Nasir, I am somewhat of a social scientist (although 1.7 billion times better at it) I, unlike him, or rather, unlike what he SAYS, have never had any former training. I do not posess a Master, a Doctorate, or any advanced degree. I am merely a puppeteer. I have never had to be anything else. Which is why I only have time to breifly drop by once or twice a year. I will remain for a few weeks, and set the tone, and then I will be off to more important things. I am simply conducting research, and gathering human data. I can give two shakes about Swiss Beats, or 50 Cent, or Nicki Minaj... You take time out to participate in a function with no readily identifiable positive impact. See, I am here to WORK, and expand my knowledge of the human condition. If half of you could see me right know, haters eyes would melt with jealousy. Not because I have a nice home, with nice things, but because I choose how and when I do something. You are shackled by the chains of your mind. Your puny little one dimensional mind muscle. It is ok though. Not everyone was designed to be great. After all, who would mop floors and cook fries? Who would cut grass and paint walls? Who would fix roofs and collect trash? You. You would. Because it is inconcievable for you to be anything else. You run around and think you have solved some huge mystery, when in reality, your brains ability is not programmed to deduce and make conclusions that complex. You mistake me for a black muslim who has 10 degrees, owns 5 businesses, and is a hip-hop scholar? Do not EVER confuse the carpenter with his works my friend. Have a nice life. (or as nice as you can with what you were given) SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

I thought twice about replying to an ignorant caps-lock typing malcontent who obviously has vicious homosexual urges buried deep within, that causes him to lash out at anything he feels threatens his falsified vision of his "kingdom" But I will because it is not like you will be able to understand me anymore than a gnat can do complex theoretical equations. You are a lowly slug, cursed to slide on your belly through life. This affects the way you see things and clouds your judgement accordingly. You bodied other bloggers on this site? And how may I ask were you able to do that? With your large, aggressive words you type? With your picture of some poor fat bastard eating a cheeseburger as big as a volleyball? Because when you boil it down, those are your only attributes. I think you are a weak pathetic slob who is running a fever. You should seriously consider getting off your grandmother's desktop computer, shuffling to the medicine cabinet, and taking 13 of every pill you see. This will make you feel better, and ease the ringing in my ears from your noisy words... SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Greetings from above: I would like to sincerely and deeply apologize for my children's actions over the past year. I have been busy building and creating in other arenas and so I was unable and unavailable to properly moniter their development over the past twelve months or so. This unintentional neglect has seemingly resorted in a warped perspective of reality, and a false sense of invincibility by otherwise weak individuals. This of course I see as not totally their burden to bear. I created them, and molded each of their delicate personalities from dust. It was my duty to continue to trim and taper them until they grew into well-rounded characters. I am afraid they have morphed into tall babies... From a distance they have all the characteristics and physical attributes of men, yet it only takes seeing them in action, or observing their speech to conclude that while they are physically mature, they are emotionally and mentally very underdeveloped. I am afraid now it is too late to change this. It has transformed into a world in and of it's own. For intance... I see there are now quite a few Jeremy Perry's from Edgewater, NJ. M. Tariq? The boxer from Brooklyn? A sick figment of my imagination. I would create a character, assign him a team. (Nasir or Christopher) and watch as he was brought into the fold and how relationships were forged or broken with a simple stroke of my keys. Dirk loosing his job? Please do not give so much credit to Nasir. He is fairly intelligent I admit... but no match for Salad Fingers. I do this for a living. How about Jay Powetic? He is merely a large, out-of-shape blogger from rural Georgia who claimed to be a Mason, and now is a Son of Allah, yet joined an internet gang created by some 35 year old man from Alabama named Boss63. See originally he claimed to be a up-and-coming rapper named Yung Legend. When Yung Legend was contacted and claimed to not even know him, he quickly switched it to "it was his little cousin" By the way Boss...it has been a year. What is the status of "your cousin's" rap career? A year ago at this time he was on the verge of signing with Grand Hustle and lived in TI's basement... Clo? I do not really know where to begin with Clo. As the wind blows, so Clo goes. He is lost, confused, and one of the most easily influenced human-being I have ever seen. I tried to coach Clo, and help him see the importance of sticking to principles, and standing up for your beliefs, yet Clo would pine to become a member of any group, gang, club or organization that would have him. There have been many minor characters in this year-long saga. They are hardly worth mentioning. I will say though that if there was a "Hardest Blogger" award, they would be equally qualified to bring home the Gold. They are silly, pathetic and puny men (boys) who because of their insignificant and unimportant real lives, transform into exact opposites of their real selves, and through keystrokes attempt to fool the masses. You may fool many, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to bamboozle the Grand and Most Masterful Architect. The very entity who made it possible to speak weak speech. Never have mockers wasted more idle breath. I will be gone soon, and leave this polluted playground to the filthy children who live here. Then I will check back in another year to take further note of the evolution of ignorance. SALAD ANYONE???

Well, well, well... While Salad is away, the bloggers will play. I would like to begin with a brief, yet enlightening announcement. I am Salad Fingers. Grand puppeteer. Professional Man-handler. Director, Producer, and Professional Playright. Imagine my surprise when I happened upon MY name in this post. Why it has been MONTHS since I have checked in on my children, and seems that the petri dish I started this little experiment in is growing, evolving and turning into something more than I ever could of imagined. I feel honored and yet oddly horrified at the same time. There really should be no question of who I am. I obviously still cause tides and currents to rise and recede long after I have left. I find this very interesting. I will offer proof so as not to be confused with cheap knock-offs, and flimsy imposters... SALAD ANYONE...???