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But, but, you promised! You promised!

"Mira, I am your GO-TO." I say as I relieve myself of the human shell.

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"Memory core secure." :Heard coming from a computer panel: That imbecile Atton can't do a damn thing right, I do wonder though why I'm so deeply captivated by his buff, well-sculptured body. I'm drawn to his gooey undersides like a hutt's drawn to cake, a particularly gooey and chocolaty cake, God, this contemporary Adonis has warmed my metal heart, has butchered my soul into oblivion with his constant rejections and repudiations, I know there's no tomorrow for me, I know this as I know the sun is on the sky, birds singing sweetest hymns to his most glorious presence. Ave Satani. :GO-TO moves toward HK-47: "Psst, hey HK, psst, psst. Say, how'd you like to become a harbinger of the apocalypse, a pawn of the darkest Lord himself, a weapon of unyielding chaos and destruction? I do promise you a good pay, and I swear this to you know, you may butcher lower beings at will and bathe in their most vivid blood."

It's the American version, they basically took the first 2 Lone Wolf and Cub movies, merged them together, deleted a bunch of scenes and re-wrote some of the dialogue + dubbing. The outcome's pretty awesome in a rad and unexpected way, I mean it's funny and fun and it inspired just about everyone from Carpenter to Tarantino to the Wu-Tang Clan. "Your technique is magnificent, when cut across the neck the sound of wailing winter wind is heard they say, I have always wanted to cut a man this way to hear that sound, but to have it happen to my own neck, is ridiculous"

You really are a vapid moron, aren't you? God, I've always defended you when everyone was like, oh oh look at that dummy Atton, he's got the IQ of a bastardized blow-up doll, do you believe this puerile contraption can keep me away? Me, GO-TO, the sharpest robot this side of Korriban! This is child's play, flashy outdated dreg, just like you, you imbecile. You know what Atton, I'm getting tired of you, that feeling of nausea, electric nausea, I wonder if you know it, well, it's coming back, I feel like regurgitating every last mechanical present you ever gave me. You know what, we're done! D-O-N-E. You are nothing to me, no, you are less than nothing! I wish the violator of the night, the sweet gargoyle of my fantasies, the one God, blessed be his name, deflowers your soul till the last living atom of what was once a certain Atton crawls in the Morning dust. A hex on you, Atton! Your seed shall whiter till the words "I'm sorry" come out of the foul hole you call a mouth. :GO-TO, quick of hand and|or antennas easily dismantles Atton's device and proceeds to laugh in his face. 5 Seconds later, he's out of the room.:

Thought you got away from me, eh? Eh? You human beings are all the same deep down, always goading, always teasing, I do have to admit though, you're good at verbally bashing a congenial piece of machinery when he's down, you know what, Atton, if that truly be your appellation, I'm tired, tired of this eternal wait, tired of hoping for a better tomorrow when I go to sleep at night in my darken room, where light is but a fading epiphany. I am tired! You humans always hide behind your masks of flesh, emotions left unspoken, ideas abandoned, you're a pretty boy, yes, I've been checking you out, you're quite playful when no one's around. You know, my brother, my killer, I used to care for you, I used to look forward to our trivial chatter, but no more, I say, no more! I am tired of you bossing me around, of you ignoring me, calling me names. Do you know how hard losing a few pounds is to a robot? It's been weeks since my last visit to a Fast Food store, weeks! I even started jogging! Why do you think I'm always moving around this wretched space coffin? For you, Atton, everything I ever did was for you. And what do I get in return? Nothing, not even a meek apology and a mature, friendly handshake, when was the last time you held my hand, Atton, when? It's hard having a weight problem, it really is, all you slim model-like bastards've never been through it, the constant reassuring, it's okay to be fat, it's okay to be fat, well, you know what? It bloody well is! Now, I believe there's something I deserve, starts with an "a", ends with a "y". Don't keep me waiting.

Au contraire, real men listen to Karlheinz Stockhausen or the RZA.

You think you can so easily get rid of me, you putrid sack of bones and lard? Hah! Hah! I say, too many killers of love be in this world of ours, I smell this as I smell your stench, I do not know if you are more than you pretend to be, but I feel, you ignoramus! I too have feelings! And I ask, nay, demand an apology!

Run, little Jedi, run!

Is that what you think, you pathetic creature? Permit me to laugh in your face, why even your words are badly chosen, you make me laugh. Destroying you would be a task not worthy of my time.

You dare question me, you, you woman! Do you not know who I am? I swear, if I were still in charge you'd get 1000 laserwhips on that pretty little back of yours, till crimson rivers flew freely from your loins. Now, shoo. The big boys are talking.

Shogun Assassin Rad. Buy Liquid Swords.

And more importantly, did you bang her?

What do I want, my brother? Is that the question you ask on this most harrowing day? I who sit here on this ship of clay and aluminum amongst the ghost of forgotten crewmen, I who sit observing and analysing, I who have forsaken my life for you and your pitiful needs, am I being asked a question of such arrogance? What do I want? It is like you care, but I know the truth, I've heard your jokes and wisecracks, oh look at fat GO-TO, he is so fat waaa waa waaa, I've heard your weakened puns spoken without an ounce of anguish, you could never understand me, human. Do you still want to know? Do you want to know of my pain? Do you want to know of my sadness? Do you want to know of this world so vicious in its sobriety, of this world's complete and utter lack of goodwill, you see, my human brother, you're living in hell and not even knowing it.

Daniel Keyes - Flowers For Algernon

Dre's an absolutely brilliant producer, problem is, he can't rap, I think he's pretty much given up writing his own lyrics nowadays, still, the man's a living legend, as a producer he's up there with the RZA, DJ Premier, Pete Rock, Prince Paul or Large Professor. He's said to be working on Raekwon's Only Built 4 Cuban Linx II, that oughta be giving a few gents some late-night boners. I do like The Chronic though.

Dude, check this out, Fearless - Asian vs. European Fighting Styles

Woven Hand - Sparrow Falls David Edwards singing about God, he does that a lot these days, you know, he's a wonderful singer, insane, but wonderful, I'd pay for him to preach me the Bible, and, honestly, I can't say that about too many people these days.

I'll be GO-TO! They can never understand us, these human beings, they can never understand our pain, our loneliness, our frustration with the world. When I was young I had so many illusions, I would sit by myself watching the stars and imagining all the possibilities, it was the puissance of the youth, a forsaken necessity, soon though, soon, forlorn was to rear its ugly face, it stared at me, as if I was more than just a robot, a young nubile energetic piece of circuits and man-made paraphernalia, it stared at me like the mighty raven stares at its pray, I could smell its craving for blood, sweet electric liquid, it would flow freely from my bosom of iron, it would flow and flow until all living creatures shared my ghastly despondency. I was a martyr, you see, I was to sacrifice myself to the Raven of the night and hope, no, pray for the goodness in man to once more shatter the evil one. Oh, the fancies of youth. As you grow in age you realise that good is simply an eroded philosophical concept and that all there is, both inside and outside, is just ugliness and hatred. Robots are but animals of chaos. And that is why I'm sitting here, in this misty, cerulean prison of a room, to look after all the little people with all their little insignificant problems, you see dear Journal, I am a watcher! And what do I see before my eyes on this most blessed day? Oh, God, it is she, the mistress of my dreams, the regent of my passions, that bag of succulent bones, that red-headed beauty of flesh and blood, Mira!

The first 30 minutes of Heat are, like, cinema's greatest achievement. On par with the Janine\Jesse Jane scene in Pirates, Skammen's ending and the opening shot of Aguirre, der Zorn Gottes. Kikujir

Okay, I'll sample you, listen to this: Wu-Tang Clan - The Mystery Of Chessboxing Raekwon - Ice Cream Jeru The Damaja - You Can't Stop The Prophet Organized Konfusion - Stress Nas feat. Pete Rock - The World Is Yours Nas - One Love (Produced by Q-Tip, since we were talking A Tribe Called Quest) Brotha Lynch Hung - RIP Tupac - Life Goes On Snoop (Doggy) Dogg - Who Am I And, here's a taste of Chubb Rock, just for you, Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers Chubb Rock, OC and Jeru The Damaja. Produced by DJ Premier. Edit: Fixed the Organized Konfusion link.

The latter, yeah, as for A Tribe Called Quest, they were bloody fantastic, I mean, they were almost unequaled in the late 80s-early 90s, and that says a lot, you had the great Native Tongues bands, Jungle Brothers, De La Soul, Black Sheep. The only ones that came anywhere close were Organized Konfusion and Gang Starr. Of course, 36 Chambers hit the scene in 93 and nothing was ever the same. You listened to Organized Konfusion, Black Sheep, Gang Starr, Digable Planets or Guru's Jazzmatazz? I'd recommend those if you like Jazzy Rap. Also, the above-mentioned 10 albums are absolutely recommended. Chubb Rock's voice makes me wet.

Maybe if it was released some 20 years ago. Old school beats and boring lyrics don't do much for me these days. But, you know, it ain't a bad album, just not a great one. Here are ten albums deserving of the title "best ever",