Baley

Gah, I'll *eddo* you.

Hey Lou.

<{POST_SNAPBACK}> I am not shy, not am I usually afraid, nice of you to assume things. Re-read my post, slowly. Perhaps I do need a psychologist. Can you grasp that number? 25% of the world population, 1.5 billion people? Do you truly believe that their behaviour has not been influenced by some sort of social maladjustment? (this happening to *most* of them, not all, I'd hate to generalise, no, I wouldn't, but I'm a nice guy.) 1.5 billion self-contained philosophers that would make the world a much better place if they raised their heads for just one moment? The fact that otherwise seemingly somewhat intelligent people get fooled by this drivel is unfortunate.

On the note society hasn't put a burden of shame on introverts? Or perhaps you come from a planet where being a loner isn't looked down upon? Pray tell, by all means. Frankly, i'm not sure how can you call that pretentious if it rings true to the experience of the author as well as that of others, myself included. Who gives a **** if it's sounds arrogant? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> pre

I meant your essay.

Post it!

How fun! Internet solicitude, I never thought we'd come face to face.

Unfortunately, I have dwelled in the land of nihilism for too long a time, I no longer believe in the glass' existence. It's sad.

Saul Williams - 1987 http://forums.obsidianent.com/index.php?sh...60entry604060 Currently, my favourite song.

Saul Williams - 1987 Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house Now, my **** Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names With the skyline on it with the box link chain I'm wearing my frames They match my gear with their tint And you know Lagerfields is the scent Now, my **** Rafael just got his jeep out the shop Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top "Strictly Business" is the album that we play "You're A Customer"; the pick of the day Now there's a **** on the block, never seen him before Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly approaches the window.. "Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more I was the one bearing the pitcher of water I rent the large upper room Furnished with tidings of your doom Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree." Yo Ralph is he talking to me? "No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected I'm the solstice of the day I bring news from the blues of the Caspian" My man laughs, he's one them crazy mother****ers Turn the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double' "Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea And sound waves as I will Will you allow me to be at your service?" My man Ralph is nervous. He believes That this strange tounge deceives And maybe he's been informed that He's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats Come on Jack, we don't have time For your bull**** or playin A'salaam a something' or another "Wait isn't Juanita your mother? I told you I know you, now grant me a moment" At the gates of Atlantis we stand Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands on the plow till earth till I'm now Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run And they run towards the light casting love on the winds As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning But I'm a pupil of his sight The wheels are spinning Yo I'll see ya'll later on tonight In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains Of a parched Somali village Red dusted children danced shadows In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs He was not honest She was not sure A great grandmother Had sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her name Which had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams And later doubting them But The night was young She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled Took mystery as her lover And raised light as her child Man that **** was wild you should have seen how they ran She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand Tupac in lotus form Ennis'[?] blood on his hands She woke up on a vessel The land behind her The sun within her Water beneath her Mushed corn for dinner Or was it breakfast Her stomach turned as if a compass She prayed towards east and lay there breathless They threw her overboard for dead She swam silently and fled Into the blue sea La soh fa mi, re do, si The seventh octave I don't mean to confuse you Many of us have been taught to sing And so we practice scales Many of us were born singing And thus were born with scales Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands Sang a nightsong by the forest And the ocean was the chorus In Atlantis where they sang Those thrown overboard had overheard The mystery of the undertow And understood that down below There would be no more chains They surrendered breath and name And survived countless as rain I'm the weather man The clouds say storm is coming A white buffalo was born Already running And if you listen very close You'll hear a humming Beneath the surface of our purpose lies Rumors of ancient man Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky The moon's my mammy The storm holds my eye Dressed in westerlies [?] Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name And the reason you were born Is the reason That I came Then she looks me in the face And her eyes get weak Pulse rate descends, hearts rate increase Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak Pulse rates descends hearts rate increase It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the mic Ignore the feminine side - we rock the mic I presented my feminine side with flowers She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat And these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes

Guess.

Gabbs.

I'm probably more pitifully introverted than you folks, but I choose to not glorify my failings.

Pretentious rubbish

Inspectah Deck's Uncontrolled Substance and Raekwon's Only Built For Cuban Linx are also pretty damn good. And who can hate the Ol' Dirty Bastard? Ol' Dirty Bastard - Harlem World Igor Stravinsky - The Princesses Play with the Golden Apples

GZA - Living In The World Today Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a gamble MC's bet they best at every Powerful parable ditties might harm if tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled Now who could ever say they heard of this?

Don't understand what you had to "get" about it, it was pretty straightforward. Fancy graphics and pretentious use of Baudelaire, what's not to like? Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v

Nice attempt, but it was actually a reference to one of the greatest online comics: Now this might be a reference to a partial reference and you might be partially correct and throughly confused. All is fine, I am a nerd. http://mysite.verizon.net/fanboyprime/

Just the main ones, I guess. Various bands lead by: Art Blakey Charles Mingus Charlie Parker Coleman Hawkins Cout Basie Duke Ellington Herbie Han**** Jackie McLean John Coltrane John Zorn Miles Davis Ornette Coleman Sun Ra Thelonious Monk 16 Horsepower Atheist Bad Brains Black Flag Brujeria Can Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band Creedence Clearwater Revival Cynic Dead Can Dance Dredg Electric Wizard Ephel Duath Faith No More Fantomas Fu Manchu Fugazi Hemophiliac Godspeed You! Black Emperor Gordian Knot Kyuss Lovage The Melvins Minor Threat The Minutemen Mogwai Mr. Bungle Mudhoney Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Nomeansno Pixies Primus Public Enemy Run DMC Sleep The Stooges Subhumans The Band Tomahawk Turbonegro The Velvet Underground Wu-Tang Clan

All Campaigns Belong To Baley! ) * *Obscure reference? Shut it.

Yeah, I can't listen to Kansas either because they ****ing suck. Primus - Fisticuffs Killdozer - Lupus 16 Horsepower - Alone and Forsaken Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down

Hemophiliac (John Zorn, Mike Patton, Ikue Mori) - Gotu Kola

Pig Destroyer - Prowler In The Yard 1. Jennifer Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea that the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography" exclaimed a pasty **** white woman in a fur coat, vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful, this is art." 2. Cheerleader Corpses **** tastes like gunmetal she said smiling, the arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. These pills I take in the witching hour. I imagine I am swallowing you. 3. Scatology Homework They heckle the gunshy assassin. Led away in shame. The chameleon is my favorite animal. I learned that boys in dresses are ok on the last day of school. There was a rainbow like a halo over the world. 4. Trojan Whore Half in darkness she stands in a dress of shrapnel, smoke and torn flags. Dragging off cigarettes of human skin. Eyes like cracked eggshells empty as life. Her index fingers drip mothers milk like hypodermic needles. She stumbles through my veins high on ash and dry **** fiending for love. 5. Ghost Of A Bullet Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven. Or ten rogue angels torching the house of god. I fell something pressing against my kidneys. Maybe a pair of wings. Maybe the ghost of a bullet. 6. Heart and Crossbones Stitched together into this beautiful monster animated by starlight. Pose like a fashion corpse and shed your denim skin my love. It is just a skull full of chlorine in the septic tank. 7. Strangled With A Halo Religion in the corner of my eye. A peeping tom and a hole in the sky. The last stall on the left as our makeshift confession booth. Your parents will never know. Stalked by child's nightmare. The promise of serpents in the tall grass. Mother I've been raped in the shadow of a watchtower. 8. Intimate Slavery Happy birthday you broken child. Of the barbed ribs and the poison heart. I would show you the view of life from the floor but the knees are as far as you go. I give you exhibit A. A country girl bludgeoned with an elephant tusk. I give you everything I have wrapped in a shy kiss for you to use once and then destroy. 9. Mapplethorpe Grey Androgynous we are. Ancient statues deformed in desert winds. Dead children play in mapplethorpe grey. Midnight orgies at the school for the blind. Learn to feel all over again. My name is anonymous. I taste like everyone. Medication blurs the last five percent. 10. Evacuating Heaven Certain things fascinate me. First I went blind and then the sun went out. The way you hold a match so steady. How heaven is collapsing under so much joy. 11. Tickets To The Car Crash Lovely body twisted into code. Sayign something profound I'm sure. She went off like a living firework. Trauma is sexy. 12. Naked Trees Once colorful dreams now swing like dead paratroops from the naked trees. Your sky lips and snow skin are sugar for the carrion perched high atop the naked trees. A flower on the bed of brittle leaves. A mass grave of tiny angels fallen from the heavens from the naked trees. Rot beautiful creature all lifeless and serene. A patch of scorched earth. Naked beneath the naked trees. 13. Sheet Metal Girl I sneak a sniff of her live wire hair. It is bright red with random sparks. My bionic sister teaches me inhumanity. Parting her silver thighs and making love obsolete. 14. Preacher Crawling I dream sometimes of a brother in red. The first unborn. Perhaps the son of god aborted and tossed and a garbage bag. Life is black comedy. Slapstick and vulgarity. Unworthy of the name. I still remember where mine went so wrong. My last night in sodom and my first morning in hell. 15. Pornographic Memory An entire year of you in a single speck of blood. The gun smiles your smile and the razor whispers your name. They are just frigid hands from the other side of the world leading me into winter. 16. Murder Blossom Dyed red hair, a forest green dress and a pair of kitchen knives, it was the last time I ever saw a rose. 17. Body Scout My skin has atrophied. It has been so long since the last touch. The maggots play their dead instruments for me. Devour in the key of E. Like a symphony of throats and piano wire. Like explosions in space and prostitutes of fire. 18. Snuff Film At Eleven This is an advertisement for the skin machine. Paid for by the people that supply the lash for these pointless acts of self-flaggellation. The vultures are made up like mockingbirds and they're circling. It is very important I make for a thin chalk outline. 19. Hyperviolet Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive. A love letter to the crescent moon. By tommorrow it will be gone I told her. There is no tommorrow she said. I can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing into the hiss of the wind. Postcards from a paradise in flames. She used to be so right. So right about everything. 20. Starbelly Dear everything. Today I witnessed a crucifixion in pink and lavender and gold. I've heard people say that beauty is in details, but I don't think they have ever seen you. There were mortal wounds inflicted on the sky and incrminating blue stains on my shirt. The shirt you bought for me. Christ it hurts. Like stars in my belly going supernova. I feel like a zombie that refuses to live. Haunting the junkyards and cutting myself on scraps of you. The other day I masturbated to pictures of you at your birthday party. They were the only ones I still had. It felt so wrong, just like my life. I hope I'm dead by the time you read this. I love you. 21. Junkyard God My knuckles are bleeding on your front door and these flowers are wilting in the rain. They were for you and now they are for no one. They are irrelevant as mercenaries in times of peace. They are smoke twisting off the lips of a movie star. Here is a boy with paper skin who longs to touch the girl of broken glass. She loves it when he wears his skin like that. In tatters. 22. Piss Angel Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her handiwork. Her heart layed motionless beneath her, seemingly dead. Her eyesockets dry and empty. Her heels and elbows sprayed and bloodied. Some on-lookers gasped in horror. Some swooned and fainted melodramatically. Most just stared in disbelief. Jennifer reached down between her thighs and pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to the side - exposing her vagina. The other girl slowly sat up and began sliding her fingers into Jennifer. A few minutes later, her wrists were in, then her elbows. Eventually she would completely disappear into her womb. Jennifer tilted her head to the side curiously. She heard the sound of a rickety-wooden roller-coaster in the distance. It's passengers screaming in mob terror. She knew that sooner or later they would realize that the ride wasn't stopping and they were all going to die. I see you headless with me caressing your neck. My personal nightfall. An eclipse of the sunflowers. I feel so invisible. So Unkown. Coffin of dust. An illegible Tombstone. They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky. I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth. http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/pigdestro...ntheyard.html#1

Can't, Easter reunion, but you can use Errol, under certain conditions, namely: - He doesn't die. - He isn't seriously injured, beyond recovery of limbs, etc. - He doesn't get raped. - He remains wholly bisexual. - He gets to ride on the funky camel! )

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