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The single most important prerequisite to a good birthday is the presence of Snoop Dogg, thus: Gin & Juice; - the Richard Cheese version. Have a good one, mate.

Are his comics considerably better than his flicks? Cause, I gotta say, I've watched both Bunker Palace H

Easy, The Sun Also Rises. Although, I have to admit, Midnight's Children would be one hell of a ride - same goes for Valis.

Help! This is Mother Earth! Somebody please help me! The corporations don't even care While the rain forests go bare Oil spills & tanker wrecks Don't show the sea creatures any respect The park turned into a parking lot The woods turned into a shopping mall The swimming hole turned into a sewer dump Isn't there anyone who cares at all? Greed, greed, greed, greed, greed Greed is something that we don't need! You stand by and watch the corporate rape But not me, I made this tape After 12 years of Bush & Reagan We've become an insensitive nation Knuckles the Dog, what a very good dog you are You're the best dog of all the other dogs by far Raised to run the greyhound tracks Down on the puppy farm Retired athlete now devoted To protecting people from harm Too slow to compete They sent you away To the glue factory Saved by a handicapped boy Now everyone knows that boy was me I am a blind and palsied boy Condemned to life in this wheelchair Other kids will not play with me But Knuckles the Dog you were always there Knuckles goes to the nursing home To visit the elderly Abandoned by their own children Knuckles lifts them from their misery Knuckles the Dog, what a very good dog you are You're the best dog of all the other dogs by far Knuckles the Dog don't hunt He respects all forms of life Dying now in my arms To save me he bravely gave his life Cut down by an assassin's bullet That was meant for me Knuckles, the dog who helps people Now you are forever free. I was always taught my do's and don'ts For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't I'm from Brooklyn, a place where stars are born Streets are shot up, apartment buildings are torn and ripped up, stripped up, shacked up and backed up from fiends, cause the bosses on the scene, they got it cracked up Kids are slingin in my lobby Little Steve and Bobby Gettin paid but it's a life-threatening hobby Yeah, they still play hide and seek The fiends seek for the crack, and they hide and let the cops peep Grown folks say they should be out on their own Before the gangs come and blow up their mom's home Because they lifestyle is hectic, so ****in hectic Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Bullets are ejected My lifestyle was so far from well Coulda wrote a book with a title "Age 12 and Goin through Hell" Then I realized the plan I'm trapped in a deadly video game, with just one man So I don't only watch my back, I watch my front Cause it's the niggaz who front, they be pullin stunts Back on the Ave of Lavonia and Bristol with a pistol Stickin up Pamela and Crystal You know your town is dangerous when you see the strangest kid come home from doin the bid and nuthin changes What is the meaning of CRIME (what?) Is it Criminals Robbin Innocent Mother****ers Everytime? Little shorties take walks to the schoolyard Tryin to solve the puzzles to why is life so hard Then as soon as they reached the playground, blaow! Shots ring off and now one of them lay down It's so hard to escape the gunfire I wish I could rule it out like an umpire But it's an everlasting game, and it never cease to exist Only the players change, so... Respiration. Ghetto. Brenda's Got A Baby. Redemption Song. Jah Jah City.

Mark Lanegan - Like Little Willie John.

Hilarious - the , of course. Man, did Nasir Jones fall: from The World Is Yours to in 5 short, wild years; sure, as the seasons passed, the Premier produced tracks remained interesting. And I'm - eh - looking forward to his next effort, shamefully, reassuring myself that Bridging the Gap wasn't half bad. Respiration. Johnny B. Goode.

I know you love it... big boy.

I deleted it, becuase - you see - it wasn't funny and thus a flake of babble on my good internet name. The shame. ... I like Black Star, Charles Mingus, Fela Kuti, Bad Brains, Peter Tosh, and the Poor Righteous Teachers. John Cale too. There.

Why active euthanasia and physician assisted suicide should be legalised: If death is in a patient's best interest then death constitutes a moral good. (.)(.) Old Cummings is rolling in his grave, crying out of spite and jealousy. Way to go, Muso. PS: Albert Ayler - Ghosts: Second Variation.

Rock For Light.. and I prefer the Reggae tracks. I and I survive.

You see, "" doesn't really express rub-out happiness all that well - "(w00t)" is much better. Of course "" works in the context: "look it's Scarlett Johansson sucking on a frankfurter".

Vindication - all my gay jokes, hints and puns have been proved true. I'm ecstatic. 1 luv. Wanna listen to Husker Du with me?

Click on my link, cause, like, if you don't, you're gonna miss out on the best thing that'll ever happen to you outside of porn and having a life. Link.

Happy Birthday, Chris Avellone. And now that I've topped the originality chart - I can go take a beer-induced nap. PS: I've got no beer.

I was gonna listen to Shostakovich's From Jewish Folk Poetry before, you know, hitting the sack, but, as things are, sleep is far from my mind|mood, so it's either me putting on some Black Star or me reading some Midnight's Children; and to be honest - fully and completely - Salman Rushdie, like all good writers, is best consumed while starry-eyed awake. Black Star - Definition. PS: Orhan Pamuk got the Nobel Prize in Literature today - I got a snotty nose.

DMX Says He Was Raped.

It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record. Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train And you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobody's wife. Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake -- She sends her regards. And what can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you I'm glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free. Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear -- Sincerely, L. Cohen

With The Golden Gate Quartet; yelling happy expletives was my original reaction - foreseeable, definitely. Next: either Songs Of Love and Hate (Cohen) or Fragments Of A Rainy Season (Cale).

Yeah, both Buckley and Wainwright modeled theirs after it. Or so I've read. Whatevs. I'm laughing at you - not with you. 1 luv. And now it's my turn to "". I think I saw that video (some 2 years ago) on VH1 once (or twice or thrice). Horribly enough, I like it. And by like I mean love. And by love I - like all closeted Morrisey admirers - mean want his big juicy p

Amen. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Yes. Richard Cheese - . Dare I say, he outpimps Snoop.

. Respiration. Hallelujah.

Major props, my melanin-deprived brother. PS: The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset The Golden Gate Quartet (with Ry Cooder) - Shadrack And no Birthday playlist is perfect without a flake of Snoop Dogg: Doggy Dogg World.

The Golden Gate Quartet - Old Time Religion Give me that old time religion, Give me that old time religion, Give me that old time religion, It

Films: Naked, Hana-bi, Yojimbo, Down by Law, Le Samoura

You might get some kick out of Opiate. It's not as pretentious as their newer releases and some of the tracks are actually catchy. Still about as far from essential as human beings are able to get without turning into Belle & Sebastian. The Afghan Whigs - John the Baptist.