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The first one is from artist Jostel Hason. Not sure what he means, but seldom have I read such an amusing, entertaining and funky piece of pop literature:

A PUNK ROCKER is humbly backing down, Sid must be rolling over in is fucking grave, fuck me, punk is dead. What ever happened to fuck you, I will post where ever, and however the Fuck I want to, then we'd watch as you proceed to bang the fuck out of three Chords all night until all the strings are out of tune and blood is coming from the audiences noses. Then it would be capped off by you spitting on the computer(audience) in front of you. You will be the only one who knows you spit on your computer, but you will know, and it's all for effect. Next time you will post/spam/whatever and when the almost fabulous Germans complain yet again about spamming you can tell them "I humbly digress " as they tell you your music and promotional approach both suck(read that blog lately)..... This must be millennium PUNKkrock, where a Punk Rocker is called an ashole all the while he smiles and holds the door for the people while on his way out the door knocks him in his own ashole. Jostel Hason
http://www.fuzz.com/fan/JostelHason

I WILL PAY U TO READ THIS
what does it gotta take to get this music world's attention. i got hot beats and songs. i am tryin to get some feedback. i put an effort in to listen to these other artists. i also give them help if they need it. I JUST WANT SOME DAMN COMMENTS FOR THE WORK I PUT IN. THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND GOOD LUCK TO ALL MUSICIANS TRYIN TO MAKE IT BIG. peace. EricTheRed/REDLINE.entertainment, HIT ME UP.
http://erictheredredlineentertainment.fuzz.com/

I agree with you completely D.S. 1 real fan is worth WAY WAY more than 100 fake fans whose blood is nothing more than 0000's and 1111's. I have a lot of respect for you, for being real. Your explanation is also why I hate myspace... It seems to my perception that it has grown into a glimmer glammer spam and ad-ridden fake world of bubble gum smacking whores of hollywood types spamming their left nut to get seen, in a so called "scene" and it has spun so far out of control, its beyond overwelming to the user...

When I 1st came here to Fuzz it was my sanctuary... a REAL place, and it still is. BUT NOW WE HAVE IMPOSTERS EXPOSED HERE PULLING ELABORATE AND ALSO PITIFUL SCAMS HERE ON FUZZ, THE ABSOLUTE DEFINITION OF SPAMMING, AND ARE ALMOST #1 ON THE MAIN "CHART" HERE ON THIS SITE. We already lost a very talented artist here named SPACEBOY because of spamming bullshit (or if there was a different reason than someone correct me)= http://www.fuzz.com/fan/SPACEBOY/blog/entry/I-THANK-YOU-ALL .
Now the # 2 spot is filled by the ultimate spammer/poser... How am I, being someone that comes from the school of thought that musicians actually play instruments, and do things the real and right way, see this crap, and still think these charts have some sort of meaning...

perhaps I should remove myself from this computer for a bit and go seek and attitude adjustment in the real world with people made of flesh and blood and spirit, before I type somthing I might regret.... because if nothing is done about this, than that will be a heart breaking example of total fucking bullshit... and isn't there enough of that in the world already..??
http://www.fuzz.com/fan/Beradley

Written by Christine

http://www.fuzz.com/fan/ChristineLovesPhilly

10 years of marriage.......BREATHLESS

For my husband....

Breathless

The first glimpse of you across that room, you had me locked in your gaze, not knowing who you were, naively longing for your embrace. You walked over to me holding out your hand and I knew by taking it would leave me forever breathless.

Your breath on my neck, the sweet sound of your curious voice saturating my ear, wondering where I came from and wishing me to never leave. We stepped back looking at each other smiling knowing that there would be more to this embrace.

So sure, so pure, so true our bodies entangled in the dark night never taking a moment to ask those questions as we sensed we would have years to find the answers. It was our moment, our desire to be as one and never wanting to let go.

Daylight approached and I lay awake thirsty for more. I rolled over in thought, I felt your arm wrap tightly around me and the nestling of your face and breath in my hair, left me breathless. Without words we had committed to a love that morning that to this day has been the soul of our relationship.

Your love has left me forever breathless…

The Red Headed step child says thanks, and imagine, I almost went brown. :)

written by Jostel Hason:

This is like a bad meth trip. I woke up in Arizona one afternoon ( 3'ish :) ) in a friends bedroom, on the carpet floor, naked, both legs cuddling my acoustic(like a security blanket), engagement ring on my pinky finger, drunk, still, from chasing the edgy mental monkey of jones'ing and still managed to understand how I got there. Where I was in life. Then I read this blog. ? I have no idea who I am, and where i am going..........Jostel

found here: http://www.fuzz.com/fan/Glutton/blog/entry/symbols-1