As Usual, Problems

Its here and there and everywhere.

I am in pieces.

Pieces left on the floor without anyone to pick me up and dust me uff and put me together and etc.

Well there is only one cure.

Or a few cures.

Porn is one of them but I'm already bored with porn.

I think in know a surefire cure for the blues.

GRAN TURISMO 5 IS OUT BITCH AND I WANT A COPY.

Rise of The Fenix

(Ditched writing the dates because there are already there).

Ladies and gentlemen,

put your hands together for the newly-reborn,

Don Kowreck Corleone.

16.11.10: Coded Language

Whereas, break-beats have been the
missing link connecting the diasporic
community to its drum-woven past

Whereas, the quantized drum has
allowed the whirling mathematicians
to calculate the ever-changing distance
between rock and stardom

We do hereby declare reality unkempt
by the changing standards of dialogue

Statements such as, "keep it real," especially
when punctuating or articulating modes of
ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or
physically will henceforth be seen as retroactive

and no representive of the individually
determined IS

Motherfuckers better realize now is the time
to self-actualize. Studies show that when a given norm is changed

in the face of unchanging the remaining
contradictions will parallel the truth.

Equate rhyme with reason. Sun with season.

Reject mediocrity. Your current frequencies
of understanding outweigh that which has
been given for you to understand. The current
standard is the equivalent of an adolescent
restricted to the diet of an infant. The rapidly
changing body would acquire dysfunctional
and deformative symptoms and could not properly
mature on a diet of applesauce and crushed pears.

Light years are interchangeable with years of living
in darkness. The role of darkness is not to be seen
as equated with ignorance but with the unknown
and the mysteries of the unseen.

Thus in the name of: Robeson, God's son, Hurtson,
Akhenanton, Hatshepsut, Blackfoot, Helen, Lennon,
Kahlo, Kali, The Three Marias, Lilith, Lourde,
Whitman, Baldwin, Ginsberg, Kaufman, Lumumba, Ghandi,
Gibran, Shabazz, Shabazz, Siddhartha, Medusa, Guevara,
Gurdjieff, Rand, Wright, Banneker, Tubman, Hamer, Holiday, Davis, Coltrane, Morrison, Joplin, Du Bois,
Clarke, Shakespere, Rachmaninoff, Ellington, Carter, Gaye, Hathaway, Hendrix, Kuti, Dickerson, Ripperton, Mary, Isis, Theresa, Plath, Rumi, Fellini, Michaux, Nostradamus, Neferttiti, La Rock, Shiva, Ganesha, Yemaja, Oshun, Obatala, Ogun, Kennedy, King, four little girls, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Keller, Biko, Peron, Marley, Magdalene, Cosby, Shakur, Those who burned. Those still aflame. And the countless un-named.

We claim the present as the pre-sent as the
hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so
that we may injest the sun. We are not afraid
of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall
guide us. We are determining the future at this
very moment. We now know that the heart is
the philosophers stone.

Our music is our alchemy. We stand as the
manifested equivalent of three buckets of water
and a handful of minerals, thus, realizing that
those very buckets turned upside down supply
the percussive factor forever.

Let your children name themselves and claim
themselves as the new day for today we are determined
to be the channelers of these
changing frequencies into songs, paintings,
writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry,
crafts, love, and love.

We enlist every instrument: acoustic, electronic,
every so-called race, gender, sexual preference
every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge
their resonsibility to uplift the consciousness
of the entire fucking world!

Any utterance un-aimed will be disclaimed,
will be maimed. Two rappers slain!

-Saul Williams

15.11.10: Final Confessions of a Don

OK. I'm the guilty one.

I'm sorry.

There, I've said it.

So, let me kill myself. Where's my gun?

Ah, there it is.

*click* *BANG!*

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15.11.10: Deaf Punkt

This is my personal rants directed to a person in particular. So if you think this is you, yeah, and if its not, discard this post.

Eww, accept me as I am. Eww, my weakness is accepting everybody's weakness. Well boo-fuckin-hoo. Like I give a damn. Don't go blaming others for your own selfless mistakes and shit. The problem here is you. You and your hard-head. Every advice I've given can't get through that thick skull of yours, and you say I must take care of your feelings? How about mine? How about all your friends that you've hurt? How about them? Have you given any thought to them? I can tell you this, FUCK NO. If you keep up like this, I'd rather shoot myself in the head with a 12-gauge shotgun. There, I'm done.

LAdies, and gentlemen, I'm done with my rants. Got to go. Busy with errands.

4.11.10: Rise of the Dubstep Demon

Cold.The.Everlasting can kiss my ass.

ALL HAIL THE DUBSTEP DEMON!

YOUR LIVES I WILL FILL WITH KICKASS BASELINES!!!!

Bow down to the supremacy of the Dubstep Demon.

2.11.2010: I AM COLD THE EVERLASTING

I.AM.COLD THE EVERLASTING.

FEAR MY SNOT AND PHLEGM INDUCED POWER ON TO THEE WHO OPPOSE.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!