Seriousely, other than me who really gives a fuck about these blogs that i'm putting on my page? No one thats who, none have commented on a blog, none have said shit, jack shit, about the shit that gets posted in my blogspace on my myspace. people view but don't speak on what they see, so then me, the paranoid fuck that I am, I think maybe they don't like what I wrote, maybe they think I'm crazy. Well, they'ld be thinking right, I am crazy, and these blogs are my way of trying to grasp a hold of some sence of normalaty. But when people don't respond it's like I'm talking to myself, which seems crazy even to me. Yeah, I think the shit I do sometimes is crazy. But what the fuck am I supposed to do, sit around and be sad that i got no one to talk to?  Fuck that, thats what country music is for, "My wife left and took the dog, I loved that dog,". Fuck you, and Fuck your dog. Who the fuck cares? Shit happens, usually bad shit and usually to good people, but thats life. It sucks, it's a bitch, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to lay there and take it. Stand up and take control, it's your life, your not crazy if you make others crazy jealous of what you have. You have a voice, people call you a fool for using it, and crazy for speaking your mind on top of it. Who the fuck cares? They hold their breath till it kills them, they try to murder your freedom of speach. Who the fuck cares? God cares. Yeah I said it, do something, say i can't say that, but i already said it. Say I'm lying, go ahead and prove me right, because when you call me a lier you try to kill the truth in what I speak, and in doing so try to murder the care God has for you, and all that happens to you and around you. So please, call me a fool, because I'd rather be a crazy fool for using the voice God gave me to speak the mind God blessed me with, than a suicaldal murderer. But thats just me. Of course then again, unless someone reads this, the words won't mean much to others anyway. Oh well, who the fuck cares anyway.

Robert Lee Francis IV

As you may or may not be able to tell by the subject of this blog, i'm typing to say fuck it. Fuck what you ask? You if you don't like me, the people who try to silence my mouth, the people who say fuck the south, the people who think i'm not shit. Fuck you all come suck my dick. this blog is a vent for the steam thats built up over 2008 the year of hateful-spiteful-fake-ass-punk-hoe-bitch-made-niggas that gonna get mad if they read this. I say say if because since be hatin they hate cause they're blind and they can't see who they hate on. but they are hatin, but its cool it's forgiven that year is in the past, went fast, but at last, its '09. this time starts fine so make the best of what you got and when you start to get heated cause these haters find a way to vent , and just say Fuck it and cool off.

Robert Lee Francis IV

There's this chick I Love so much that every time i try to tell how much she means to me my mind shuts off. Pathetic right? But what can I do? I love her. She's my wife you see, but she doesn't have a ring cause I can't afford one, even more pathetic i know. But, come on, give me a break. I' want to get her the ring but she doesn't want me to. See she's my wife but I'm not her husband...... Yeah she isn't really my wife, but if i were married she's who I'ld propose to. It's true, don't call me a lier, I love her with all I am. But it's not enough, I can be better and until I'm at my best I won't be good enough for her. But that doesn't mean I'll sit by and let someone treat her wrong. I'll destroy anything and anyone that hurts her, even and especially myself if I ever cause her any kind of pain. Because more than anything else I love my wife, but she doesn't love me. Not as I am anyway, which is why I have to make myself better, so hopefully she'll come back to me and I can go back to her. But I don't think she'll ever love me the way I love her, and so I continue to miss my wife.

I Love You Truely                                                  Robert Lee Francis IV

Dedicated to my Wife. RML

I don't know why i haven't done this sooner with this profile but i guess now is as god a time as any because there is no time lke the present but presently i have no time because time waits for no one while death awaits us all, but i wont trip, slip, or fall. Live life have a ball, if you can't walk then crawl, you wanta fight lets brawl, but don't cry or bawl. I feel cold, yet bold, since i rolled the old mind-set i had away like lost fads, and bags of fags, I mean cigarettes , but i digress. I lost track of time, and maybe my mind, while typing these lines, and trying to find the right words to rymes, suppose i use prose to paint you a rose that still smells as sweet, I'm beat and should really rest my feet, but i never retreat and don't like defeat, so i must win to end the battle within, deture the demon to keep back the sin, so that i can grin and smile as wide as a mile, get on a boat and sail up the Nile. I was depressed, then compressed, addressed then regressed, undressed and redressed, we had progress but congress was impressed by contest for power, but our spirit is stronger than the corporation and curuption causing disruption, and eruption of rage once anger boils over the pot and into the fire, while they conspire to sieze the power and empire, but our sire won't fire or shoot but you'll still get the boot. now i got to the bottom of the hour and need to go cower from the sour taste of this place.      

                                                                  Robert Lee Francis IV