you'll never slake your thirst screamin at a lake of fire,
your words drown, Satan's ire, slaves first people second
your movement, your fool's stint is over complex metaphors
holdin your mind on the floor no time no trace your left sore
wonderin what you voted and paid for it's what you were made for,
social inebriation through poor education/
indoctrination of faith, a way of life with no frowns "no strife"
with a night life the fiefdom is just a rife crumb in a rotten salad
like forgotten cotton ballads saving slaves from pallid graves
tunneling through mountains like railroads/underground with sound
bound for the renowned oppressors to pound and confound
tomorrows news "Crowned Downed by Wonderer, Smothered her"
presidential assassination created this nation in a negative way
it's high time we repay the royals and high ranking officers
with disloyal plots we'll stir foiling spoiling oiling toiling
using men as toy soldiers, murder for gain like Cain
foolishly paining for jewels using people like tools
immorally story telling horror and fortune in your dark room
you'll start to express an untested unmolested fest
of radical dogmatic fanatical bureaucratic problematic schematics
melodramatic mental acrobatics politicians remain static
fishing for votes making promises no one hopes they'll keep
cause no one knows what they mean like a twisted obscene dream
we see reflections and steam, no control like the button's stuck
fuck Mario, i got to, rappin no mo-are-You-done-listen-in (?)
back to your mind residing in the dust bin.
A Thread for Rap
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Wonderer » Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:19 am
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Jakob » Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:06 am
I spit on your religion of submission to reasons cane
It's open season for hawks and all beasts of prey.
I aim at a society of piety without sobriety
all hailing ME, the greatest metamorphosing variety
of pioneering arrows and straight lines, your tiny
icicles melt within lightyears of my lightning outlining
your universal thirst for power, oh shit what do I give a fuck
for the truth of your fictions, crippling incisions
in your decisions of cognitive direction.
I don't vote in no elections I get appointed,
crowned and anointed, shaped like an arrow and pointed
at the sun of all circulation, your circus of speculation
pops like Fukuyama, zulu's drama, bulubulu karma mama
nothing is all in your residence, you wrestle in dharma
pools of nano-goo, my prana curves around your Urbs like a banana
and strikes from the flank I have no rank I am a tank
I deal like a general with particulars and generate unconditionals
fuck digital I imprint my style on the archetypical.
God lives for those who fear no gamble of fate
the grindstones of reason yield to the risks taken in faith.
It's open season for hawks and all beasts of prey.
I aim at a society of piety without sobriety
all hailing ME, the greatest metamorphosing variety
of pioneering arrows and straight lines, your tiny
icicles melt within lightyears of my lightning outlining
your universal thirst for power, oh shit what do I give a fuck
for the truth of your fictions, crippling incisions
in your decisions of cognitive direction.
I don't vote in no elections I get appointed,
crowned and anointed, shaped like an arrow and pointed
at the sun of all circulation, your circus of speculation
pops like Fukuyama, zulu's drama, bulubulu karma mama
nothing is all in your residence, you wrestle in dharma
pools of nano-goo, my prana curves around your Urbs like a banana
and strikes from the flank I have no rank I am a tank
I deal like a general with particulars and generate unconditionals
fuck digital I imprint my style on the archetypical.
God lives for those who fear no gamble of fate
the grindstones of reason yield to the risks taken in faith.
" The strong do what they have to do, the weak accept what they have to accept. "
- Thucydides
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Three Times Great » Wed Jun 17, 2009 10:23 am
im sick of grinding these dire lies to fine powder
your deliberate misdirections hide pride in your subjections
to pretense vengeance against present insurrections
and resistance movements of status-quo-deluded solutions
youre a useful tool your pity makes you a fool idiot
always foolish and complicitly abusive your cries explicitly
bound and gagged you found and finally dragged you out
across avenues confusions lost clues to your illusions
not thinking just consent to let the net determine your inklings
brainwashed and drooling during TV commercials ruling
your mind, designed scandalous at loud internet gatherings
of mass media pandering to manipulated congratulating
more insubstantiated happenings and emotional herd rantings
the rabble sat afraid 'cause they may fall flat in a battle
so you lost without sirens or firing a shot wider
than petty shit conspiring just allowing your tyrants desires
to manifest and pervert these subverted protesters
radicals became cattle carefully programmed to graze like animals
in a daze struck by subliminal words from inside their cages
criminal headlines serve as ties to bind disguised outrages
as not a single thought you espouse wasnt put there by the White House
expressely to successfully detract from reciprocity
and you thought this Philosophy would be a place for generosity?
fuck no, just liberal infections crying over political correctness
'cause see thats all that ILP will ever aspire to ever be...
...just one more indoctrinated haven for an already-dead Obama Nation.
your deliberate misdirections hide pride in your subjections
to pretense vengeance against present insurrections
and resistance movements of status-quo-deluded solutions
youre a useful tool your pity makes you a fool idiot
always foolish and complicitly abusive your cries explicitly
bound and gagged you found and finally dragged you out
across avenues confusions lost clues to your illusions
not thinking just consent to let the net determine your inklings
brainwashed and drooling during TV commercials ruling
your mind, designed scandalous at loud internet gatherings
of mass media pandering to manipulated congratulating
more insubstantiated happenings and emotional herd rantings
the rabble sat afraid 'cause they may fall flat in a battle
so you lost without sirens or firing a shot wider
than petty shit conspiring just allowing your tyrants desires
to manifest and pervert these subverted protesters
radicals became cattle carefully programmed to graze like animals
in a daze struck by subliminal words from inside their cages
criminal headlines serve as ties to bind disguised outrages
as not a single thought you espouse wasnt put there by the White House
expressely to successfully detract from reciprocity
and you thought this Philosophy would be a place for generosity?
fuck no, just liberal infections crying over political correctness
'cause see thats all that ILP will ever aspire to ever be...
...just one more indoctrinated haven for an already-dead Obama Nation.
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Arcturus Descending » Wed Jun 17, 2009 3:18 pm
Three Times Great:
im sick of grinding these dire lies to fine powder.... I think that you live for it...don't give up on humanity yet, great force of nature...the beauty of ILP is in learning how truly wanting and errorful our subjective truths may be. We need to cough up all of that poison and spit it out. Philosophy ought to break us, but to make us...become us, rise above us, shed our skins and grow new ones
And yes, pity causes harm both to him who gives it (though supposedly more power - haahaahaa) and especially towards him it is directed towards. Being at once, bound and gagged and then dragged lends one a sense of reality at some point, does it not? "emotional herd rantings" - yes, we are all capable of this, aren't we indeed the herd but some manage to escape to teach the others FREEDOM.
Humanity is just in its beginnings really - we have very very far to go - we may rant and rave and follow at will and worship idols but this is still humanity - take it or leave it.
What will the preacher be shouting from the rooftops when and if we achieve at first to be "transed" and then to be "posted"? Will the preachers be satisfied with the progession/retrogressions/progressions then? And will the herd cease its following, cease its self- imposed prisons? Perhaps there will be prisons of a different sort. IF IF IF IF IF IF.
Generosity?
What is generosity but the sheer pleasure of one's making one's self feel good, perhaps pleasure at its heightened. Down with generosity - may we strip us all of generosity and be left naked to be reborn or rehatched or rebooted. Up with reality and resistance and diving head first into total oblivion and out the other side to normalcy -- hahaha and what is normalcy - praytell - look around - we are all normal - SO SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, Down with normalcy and up with whatever is meant to be.
im sick of grinding these dire lies to fine powder.... I think that you live for it...don't give up on humanity yet, great force of nature...the beauty of ILP is in learning how truly wanting and errorful our subjective truths may be. We need to cough up all of that poison and spit it out. Philosophy ought to break us, but to make us...become us, rise above us, shed our skins and grow new ones
And yes, pity causes harm both to him who gives it (though supposedly more power - haahaahaa) and especially towards him it is directed towards. Being at once, bound and gagged and then dragged lends one a sense of reality at some point, does it not? "emotional herd rantings" - yes, we are all capable of this, aren't we indeed the herd but some manage to escape to teach the others FREEDOM.
Humanity is just in its beginnings really - we have very very far to go - we may rant and rave and follow at will and worship idols but this is still humanity - take it or leave it.
What will the preacher be shouting from the rooftops when and if we achieve at first to be "transed" and then to be "posted"? Will the preachers be satisfied with the progession/retrogressions/progressions then? And will the herd cease its following, cease its self- imposed prisons? Perhaps there will be prisons of a different sort. IF IF IF IF IF IF.
Generosity?
What is generosity but the sheer pleasure of one's making one's self feel good, perhaps pleasure at its heightened. Down with generosity - may we strip us all of generosity and be left naked to be reborn or rehatched or rebooted. Up with reality and resistance and diving head first into total oblivion and out the other side to normalcy -- hahaha and what is normalcy - praytell - look around - we are all normal - SO SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, Down with normalcy and up with whatever is meant to be. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Wonderer » Thu Jun 18, 2009 12:40 am
blank minds and rank rhymes hang-timing stupidity
surfing the shit wakes of mistaken epiphanies
seismic awakenings symphonies of revelations
demonstrations like crimany! psychological castrations
vilified nations through overt vibrations and covert infiltrations
it's the shit we're taking from those lying and faking
the thieves who control your mind and wallet, kind harlots
intertwined and confined leading into a web like Charlotte
don't think your kids are safe they attack them with a higher pace
they'll use the Lords grace and have Noah's ark smash in your face
but with these hands I'll stuff down your throat and idea of the holy ghost
not as a joke but as education in preparation for the inevitable
confrontations propaganda campaigns controlling nations
a lack indignation is evidence enough but never called like the medias bluff
warlords always want the World Ordered, this shit ain't New.
surfing the shit wakes of mistaken epiphanies
seismic awakenings symphonies of revelations
demonstrations like crimany! psychological castrations
vilified nations through overt vibrations and covert infiltrations
it's the shit we're taking from those lying and faking
the thieves who control your mind and wallet, kind harlots
intertwined and confined leading into a web like Charlotte
don't think your kids are safe they attack them with a higher pace
they'll use the Lords grace and have Noah's ark smash in your face
but with these hands I'll stuff down your throat and idea of the holy ghost
not as a joke but as education in preparation for the inevitable
confrontations propaganda campaigns controlling nations
a lack indignation is evidence enough but never called like the medias bluff
warlords always want the World Ordered, this shit ain't New.
Whatever makes you happy.
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by MagsJ » Thu Jun 18, 2009 12:11 pm
Inner[G] wrote:MagsJ feel free to jump in at anytime.. it's all for fun and you may be surprised with yourself.
...Yes, surprised at how bad I am!
Examine what is said, not him who speaks.
~Arab Proverb
aes dhammo sanantano Pali: 'this is the eternal law'
The Narcissist exists whereby every activity and relationship is defined by the hedonistic need to acquire the symbols of spiritual wealth, this becoming the only expression of rigid, yet covert, social hierarchies. It is a culture where liberalism only exists insofar as it serves a consumer society, and even art, sex and religion lose their liberating power.
~Arab Proverb
aes dhammo sanantano Pali: 'this is the eternal law'The Narcissist exists whereby every activity and relationship is defined by the hedonistic need to acquire the symbols of spiritual wealth, this becoming the only expression of rigid, yet covert, social hierarchies. It is a culture where liberalism only exists insofar as it serves a consumer society, and even art, sex and religion lose their liberating power.
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Arcturus Descending » Thu Jun 18, 2009 2:56 pm
Magsj wrote:Inner[G] wrote:MagsJ feel free to jump in at anytime.. it's all for fun and you may be surprised with yourself.
...Yes, surprised at how bad I am!
Good morning, Magsj and how was your tea? Hope you enjoyed it. Have a cheerio day, Magsjy.......
Your response begs the question - for me -
Does this describe Pessimism
~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Wonderer » Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:41 pm
This thread has produced some amazing verses. everyone seems to be quite talented. It's interesting to be able to share a passion like rap with intellectuals despite the fact that most rap is usually nothing more than ego and emotion put into words. Thank you all for giving this thread life.
is anyone perhaps interested in a rap battle?
I would like to make an open challenge; a rap battle. It will consist of 3 rounds and may and may or not be themed. usually rap battles consist of defaming your opponent and promoting yourself. there is no logic in choosing the victor outside of which artist the crowd enjoyed more. Some battlers use comedy and others use lyrical talent, their message, and their flow.
for example... (warning this is not suitable for children... or anyone, really...)
it's clear early on who the winner is
we could also try to make it a meaningful battle, but an actual debate would be too specific, i would settle for a battle of rhetoric.
But then i imagine we would still revert to defamation and self glorification, just regarding the theme.
If anyone is up for it let me know and we can bang out some details.
is anyone perhaps interested in a rap battle?
I would like to make an open challenge; a rap battle. It will consist of 3 rounds and may and may or not be themed. usually rap battles consist of defaming your opponent and promoting yourself. there is no logic in choosing the victor outside of which artist the crowd enjoyed more. Some battlers use comedy and others use lyrical talent, their message, and their flow.
for example... (warning this is not suitable for children... or anyone, really...)
it's clear early on who the winner is
we could also try to make it a meaningful battle, but an actual debate would be too specific, i would settle for a battle of rhetoric.
But then i imagine we would still revert to defamation and self glorification, just regarding the theme.
If anyone is up for it let me know and we can bang out some details.
Whatever makes you happy.
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Arcturus Descending » Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:48 pm
Wonderer:
Perhaps the theme can be Sadism vs. Masochism as presented here. I was going to put in a dancing banana, but I might get hit over the head by you. 
You might say that our default attitudes are boredom. If i hit you with a cup everyday you will go to displeasure, possible resulting in hatred.
If i smack you on the head with a cup every day of your life, you will probably hate me but you might even tire out and get bored again.
But then one day i stopped hitting you, you might likely be in a state of pleasure.
Such is the nature of the human condition.
If you want to be happy in life just let some guy pay to hit you in the face.
Perhaps the theme can be Sadism vs. Masochism as presented here. I was going to put in a dancing banana, but I might get hit over the head by you. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Wonderer » Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:17 pm
lol, i am being genuinely serious with that signature.
anything is better than getting punched in the face, well not anything, but this enables you to see your life and the money you earned from getting punched in the face is enjoyed much more thoroughly.
Let me think about that theme, it would be a hard sell even to myself.
anything is better than getting punched in the face, well not anything, but this enables you to see your life and the money you earned from getting punched in the face is enjoyed much more thoroughly.
Let me think about that theme, it would be a hard sell even to myself.
Whatever makes you happy.
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Arcturus Descending » Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:25 pm
Wonderer wrote:lol, i am being genuinely serious with that signature.
anything is better than getting punched in the face, well not anything, but this enables you to see your life and the money you earned from getting punched in the face is enjoyed much more thoroughly.
Let me think about that theme, it would be a hard sell even to myself.
I was actually more or less kidding about the theme of sadism vs. machochism.Are you a boxer Wonderer? as per your - and the money you earned from getting punched in the face is enjoyed much more thoroughly.
~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Wonderer » Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:43 pm
i am seriously considering joining a boxing gym, and soon, but that was an unintended meaning, but none the less potent.
i underlined earned because i spoke of getting paid to be punched in the face as an occupation, but i did not give thought as to which ccupation, i imagined some pseudo job where rich eccentrics pay you large sums of cash to be a test dummy (punches only, but you can always go up from there). the fact that you earn the money makes you appreciate it more, so in one stroke you make yourself happy by being punched in the face (the afterward climb to recovery) and you also get paid for it!
i underlined earned because i spoke of getting paid to be punched in the face as an occupation, but i did not give thought as to which ccupation, i imagined some pseudo job where rich eccentrics pay you large sums of cash to be a test dummy (punches only, but you can always go up from there). the fact that you earn the money makes you appreciate it more, so in one stroke you make yourself happy by being punched in the face (the afterward climb to recovery) and you also get paid for it!
Whatever makes you happy.
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Arcturus Descending » Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:55 pm
I don't think you thought this all out.Wonderer wrote:i am seriously considering joining a boxing gym, and soon, but that was an unintended meaning, but none the less potent.
This part is great, I think, and it will help afterwards with the job when you have to be quick on your feet to get out of the way - oh, I forgot, you won't be getting out of the way...ouch
i underlined earned because i spoke of getting paid to be punched in the face as an occupation, but i did not give thought as to which ccupation, i imagined some pseudo job where rich eccentrics pay you large sums of cash to be a test dummy (punches only, but you can always go up from there). the fact that you earn the money makes you appreciate it more, so in one stroke you make yourself happy by being punched in the face (the afterward climb to recovery) and you also get paid for it!
How will that lead to happiness...you may just be calling yourself a masochistic __ __ __ __ on the road to recovery. Perhaps that should be be the theme and you may just be the champ.
~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Wonderer » Mon Jun 22, 2009 11:16 pm
i'm rappin right now, it's true believe it/i swears it/no one cares, it's stupid anyway, i don't know what i'm saying like helen keller/spit be spraying/ blind deaf and dumb, bums askin for change/mental ranges sliding like the American mind set/my rhymes get/ snide bets of failure, like Magellan i lose only 84 sailors/the emperors tailors couldn't fake it like me, take shit light-lee/you might be too close too see/the feminized straw man burning brightly/this banshee guarantees free sprees of glee/we agree so don't flea just abuse this decree, get yours and ram whores/get into that that hookers bourgeoisie thighs like that sham wow guy, what a fucking guise/he raped a girl through cries then kicked her outside, went back in the hotel and sniffed some blow/as the police gathered below/ he said woah, what the fuck are these police doin here, fuck you bitch i found you there, give me my headset and some sham wow gear, look over here/without sneering/it's endearing when people take their jobs that seriously/ career-i-ly dominating life preying on strife with rife disguises headsets and quick suprises, money will fuck you up, you'll value life because of money, it ain't funny you think of yourself as powerful because you got a wallet full then all of a sudden the real you comes through for a how-dee-do, your jobs through rent's due, your mind feels like poo, shitty ideas in a stinky situation, go back to being a fly on vacation/ a panhandling degenerate bum like a fly breeding in shit/ they don't even tidy the place they sit and ask for change every day/the same guy/ if i hadn't purposely kept my change his kids would be in college, ridiculous shit, i will not acknowledge the need to leech, go to the fucking beach and fish shit out of the sea, jesus christ, sorry god, by bad, you ain't sad? that's rad i'm glad i can start a fad called jesus taxidermy, it's where we stuff dead animals full of things but try to make them look holy, kind of that book that's an oldie...? oh yea, the bible/simplistic libel and instrinsic drivel, sorry this rap ended up being about God, butt for all you sods i say go for it/ abortions in proportion/ extortion and distortion of what we are, because nothing matters after death, not even death itself matters it's the rest/ there here and now, the so called "test"/
sorry i have to end it there, this has been a mind splurge, i had to leave work come back and smoke a few, i was going to lose my fucking mind.
thanks for reading
sorry i have to end it there, this has been a mind splurge, i had to leave work come back and smoke a few, i was going to lose my fucking mind.
thanks for reading
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by MagsJ » Tue Jun 23, 2009 2:11 am
arcturus rising wrote:Magsj wrote:Inner[G] wrote:MagsJ feel free to jump in at anytime.. it's all for fun and you may be surprised with yourself.
...Yes, surprised at how bad I am!
Does this describe Pessimism
No, it's reflective of the truth!
Examine what is said, not him who speaks.
~Arab Proverb
aes dhammo sanantano Pali: 'this is the eternal law'
The Narcissist exists whereby every activity and relationship is defined by the hedonistic need to acquire the symbols of spiritual wealth, this becoming the only expression of rigid, yet covert, social hierarchies. It is a culture where liberalism only exists insofar as it serves a consumer society, and even art, sex and religion lose their liberating power.
~Arab Proverb
aes dhammo sanantano Pali: 'this is the eternal law'The Narcissist exists whereby every activity and relationship is defined by the hedonistic need to acquire the symbols of spiritual wealth, this becoming the only expression of rigid, yet covert, social hierarchies. It is a culture where liberalism only exists insofar as it serves a consumer society, and even art, sex and religion lose their liberating power.
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Three Times Great » Tue Jun 23, 2009 10:14 am
Wonderer wrote:i'm rappin right now, it's true believe it/i swears it/no one cares, it's stupid anyway, i don't know what i'm saying like helen keller/spit be spraying/ blind deaf and dumb, bums askin for change/mental ranges sliding like the American mind set/my rhymes get/ snide bets of failure, like Magellan i lose only 84 sailors/the emperors tailors couldn't fake it like me, take shit light-lee/you might be too close too see/the feminized straw man burning brightly/this banshee guarantees free sprees of glee/we agree so don't flea just abuse this decree, get yours and ram whores/get into that that hookers bourgeoisie thighs like that sham wow guy, what a fucking guise/he raped a girl through cries then kicked her outside, went back in the hotel and sniffed some blow/as the police gathered below/ he said woah, what the fuck are these police doin here, fuck you bitch i found you there, give me my headset and some sham wow gear, look over here/without sneering/it's endearing when people take their jobs that seriously/ career-i-ly dominating life preying on strife with rife disguises headsets and quick suprises, money will fuck you up, you'll value life because of money, it ain't funny you think of yourself as powerful because you got a wallet full then all of a sudden the real you comes through for a how-dee-do, your jobs through rent's due, your mind feels like poo, shitty ideas in a stinky situation, go back to being a fly on vacation/ a panhandling degenerate bum like a fly breeding in shit/ they don't even tidy the place they sit and ask for change every day/the same guy/ if i hadn't purposely kept my change his kids would be in college, ridiculous shit, i will not acknowledge the need to leech, go to the fucking beach and fish shit out of the sea, jesus christ, sorry god, by bad, you ain't sad? that's rad i'm glad i can start a fad called jesus taxidermy, it's where we stuff dead animals full of things but try to make them look holy, kind of that book that's an oldie...? oh yea, the bible/simplistic libel and instrinsic drivel, sorry this rap ended up being about God, butt for all you sods i say go for it/ abortions in proportion/ extortion and distortion of what we are, because nothing matters after death, not even death itself matters it's the rest/ there here and now, the so called "test"/
sorry i have to end it there, this has been a mind splurge, i had to leave work come back and smoke a few, i was going to lose my fucking mind.
thanks for reading
very nice
all that about the sham wow guy was hilarious, and so true
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Three Times Great » Tue Jun 23, 2009 11:29 am
a rap challenge? fuck youve gotta be shitting me
thats a David and Golliath except i crushed you that easily
dont confuse a bazooka i use these high crimes to abuse you
logical dichotomized sanitizing and conceptualized
your poor jealousy exposes a composed Disney fallacy
detracted by acting for the shit life you bought on MTV
but those kids cry for mommy just the same as you do
in dark night terrors just spare us your errors nightmarish
fire back one more liar with his storybook nursery rhymes
its no Special Olympics and i dont give out handicapped parking signs
but ill give you a dictionary and a head start if you think youll compare
'cause i never had to climb my way to the top, bitch i was born there
stare if you want but you cant even carry what youve got
these lyrics you overanalyze hide a sarin-gas homicide surprise
sacrifice decisive cannibal machine of dangerous death
deranged and enraged path of my insane animal wrath
you put society in God's place and think that makes you an atheist?
just another bullshit oversocialized religious liberal appologist
with your instincts of sin you think to blame it all on a God
or his brother, same shit getting just a wink and a nod
from me and mine 'cause we dont roll that way with the blind
truth is proof that there aint no excuse for the noose
delusional self-sacrifice youre life if you want
those magic mirrors of drugs and thugs are all that you got
brain washed in toxic fogs of noxious songs all along
the road known before dont even care youre life is no more
'cause you welcome death smell its scent it begets pleasant nothingness
dreams of passive nonexistence fuck this shit take your metaphysical
wishlists theological philosophical fuck its all just one comical
bullshit circus parade a lazy children's sunday school brigade
your unpaid underage outrage wont outlast the next reality-TV broadcast
its evident not even the president can surpass that shit from Comcast
you just walk and talk soft so you wont have to bleed and sigh and cough
or drown in a flood of careful errant staring, you think youre the one
that i write for? fuck no im not the one lookin down at a gun
held by your own hand sad might be a tragic irony
to see a spree of spray, try and see if you can pray or legislate that one away
guns grabbed lungs succomb to one more stunned sore abhorring
vision funded by none other than Wondering bullshit stories
but better wonder faster your time flies away to disaster
a breakneck epidemic infecting your cold tones of rejection
so go find a Libertarian place to hide just dont forget the cyanide
for breakfast after you curse this shit reflect and see your life is worthless
what, you had no friends now you want forgiveness on the internet?
please spare us your diseased social isolation ressentiment
use ILP for undigested food if you so choose
but dont say i didnt warn you when you end up dead
on the evening news.
i dont play petty games of gotcha tag or rap battle shit
but if you wanna start somethin you better know that ill finish it.
(and btw, that rap battle video you posted was awesome, you should post more of those)
thats a David and Golliath except i crushed you that easily
dont confuse a bazooka i use these high crimes to abuse you
logical dichotomized sanitizing and conceptualized
your poor jealousy exposes a composed Disney fallacy
detracted by acting for the shit life you bought on MTV
but those kids cry for mommy just the same as you do
in dark night terrors just spare us your errors nightmarish
fire back one more liar with his storybook nursery rhymes
its no Special Olympics and i dont give out handicapped parking signs
but ill give you a dictionary and a head start if you think youll compare
'cause i never had to climb my way to the top, bitch i was born there
stare if you want but you cant even carry what youve got
these lyrics you overanalyze hide a sarin-gas homicide surprise
sacrifice decisive cannibal machine of dangerous death
deranged and enraged path of my insane animal wrath
you put society in God's place and think that makes you an atheist?
just another bullshit oversocialized religious liberal appologist
with your instincts of sin you think to blame it all on a God
or his brother, same shit getting just a wink and a nod
from me and mine 'cause we dont roll that way with the blind
truth is proof that there aint no excuse for the noose
delusional self-sacrifice youre life if you want
those magic mirrors of drugs and thugs are all that you got
brain washed in toxic fogs of noxious songs all along
the road known before dont even care youre life is no more
'cause you welcome death smell its scent it begets pleasant nothingness
dreams of passive nonexistence fuck this shit take your metaphysical
wishlists theological philosophical fuck its all just one comical
bullshit circus parade a lazy children's sunday school brigade
your unpaid underage outrage wont outlast the next reality-TV broadcast
its evident not even the president can surpass that shit from Comcast
you just walk and talk soft so you wont have to bleed and sigh and cough
or drown in a flood of careful errant staring, you think youre the one
that i write for? fuck no im not the one lookin down at a gun
held by your own hand sad might be a tragic irony
to see a spree of spray, try and see if you can pray or legislate that one away
guns grabbed lungs succomb to one more stunned sore abhorring
vision funded by none other than Wondering bullshit stories
but better wonder faster your time flies away to disaster
a breakneck epidemic infecting your cold tones of rejection
so go find a Libertarian place to hide just dont forget the cyanide
for breakfast after you curse this shit reflect and see your life is worthless
what, you had no friends now you want forgiveness on the internet?
please spare us your diseased social isolation ressentiment
use ILP for undigested food if you so choose
but dont say i didnt warn you when you end up dead
on the evening news.
i dont play petty games of gotcha tag or rap battle shit
but if you wanna start somethin you better know that ill finish it.
(and btw, that rap battle video you posted was awesome, you should post more of those)
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Jakob » Tue Jun 23, 2009 3:43 pm
As the essence ascends from the depths of passion to freshen
up your complexion in a sessions of disgression from your lessons
I take a minute to thrash your presence and mash it
fill my basket with skulls n bones from last minute caskets
being carried around the equator by terminator globetrotters
thrills form drones on Big Brother, smothering and digging for fodder
for photon cannons, endless rants on plasmatrons
the best offer to revamp your lagging levels of testosteron
whatevaman, come home to mama in your spanish caravan
travelling sweat soaked on the red earth of upper Catalan
come down hard on Christian charlatans like Farrakhan
Cross the distance linea recta like Pheidippides from Marathon
to Athens, the wrath of the perished essence
comes down clashing with petrol-cash and anorexic dressing
up of fleshless bones from the deep of suburban myth
Where the truth comes trickling like blood from a slit wrist.
up your complexion in a sessions of disgression from your lessons
I take a minute to thrash your presence and mash it
fill my basket with skulls n bones from last minute caskets
being carried around the equator by terminator globetrotters
thrills form drones on Big Brother, smothering and digging for fodder
for photon cannons, endless rants on plasmatrons
the best offer to revamp your lagging levels of testosteron
whatevaman, come home to mama in your spanish caravan
travelling sweat soaked on the red earth of upper Catalan
come down hard on Christian charlatans like Farrakhan
Cross the distance linea recta like Pheidippides from Marathon
to Athens, the wrath of the perished essence
comes down clashing with petrol-cash and anorexic dressing
up of fleshless bones from the deep of suburban myth
Where the truth comes trickling like blood from a slit wrist.
" The strong do what they have to do, the weak accept what they have to accept. "
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by strongpersongrrrr » Tue Jun 23, 2009 10:59 pm
im so strong,
im really really strong
my strength is great
it's, like, really strong
totally strong
i'm like, hey! i'm strong
and they're like, yes you are
strong, i mean
i'm all, yes i am
they go, that's what i said
i go, yes, see ya later
im really really strong
my strength is great
it's, like, really strong
totally strong
i'm like, hey! i'm strong
and they're like, yes you are
strong, i mean
i'm all, yes i am
they go, that's what i said
i go, yes, see ya later
My teres minor is bigger than your quadricep femoris
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Wonderer » Thu Jun 25, 2009 10:56 pm
Got off work sick today, that was fun. anyway here is what i have produced in about 2 hours of listening to instrumental hip hop beats.
i'll take that as an acceptance rap Three Times Great, here is my impromptu reply
Time to clear this noise with three great gunshots/pop in your brain
because my disdain with society trifles me into a secluded delusion
where everybody is stupid and confused, contently abused
i'm doing you a favor because that blissful nothingness
is more enjoyable and employable than your current existence
you don't know who you've fucked with when the quiet one eludes you
comes back and screws you, to an idea of sacrifice, yes your own religious tripe
since kindergarten your life, has been an indoctrination of strife
rife with fanatical fantastical shit, straight pedanticalness,
because when you stuff me with straw and blaa about my flaws
you miss the mark like robin hoods neglected nephew
too tired to try too snide to cry like your woman left your bitch ass
it's snitch asses and arrogant dandies making quick passes/like ignorance
your mind flies past anything which gives you pause, using jackdaws and
big sphinx's of quartz/you stare into your own ideas and see a wall
and shortly feel pain designed to distract you, to enact from within
but this chin test got you bested like i molested you with sin
cause in this capitalist game i will blame you, frame and shame you
your blind ideology of trade is fading into a recession, a caused depression,
politics i address, but politicians say bless this mess, buttons causing stress
how the fuck can you play chess if you don't see the board
they reward you for apathy while crappily destroying things like ford
for profits across the board, while the horde of bored who once adored
the elite ward, who abhor our lives, face it we're simply lesser guys,
slaves and thralls, concubines mental toy dolls or army men
"how can we harvest them?" and condemn and then produce Eminems
shit trends designed to enthrall and mob you, of your mind and wallet
so go watch some teletuby news/drink some booze/take a cruise
fuck this ruse go on and use your twisted views/but while you snooze
you don't know who's in control/which defuses power from the people
so get a soap box and stand in front of the christian steeple, of ivory
the irony is that in your confusion you are what you hate, allergic to failure
inevitably leads to cheating, psychotic bleating of narrow minded readings
delusions of fairness impeding awareness you should know that everyone for themselves
leads to all for one and one for all, and yes i know there are plenty of examples
of rags to riches but we know that the majority get's trampled, how many succeed?
how many don't? so end your gloating as you are floating on debris but all you see
is the chance to collect more and sloppily fight a monopoly/an illusion
the enemy in my allusions is none other than you/ the pontificating mentally castrating
fusion of patriotism and football politics, and fucked up murderous dramatics
your kind would have us go feudal with a mascot as a poodle,
one king controlling the kit and caboodle you fuckin pseudonym of ego
leggo my eggo with your dam show of lamb/foe/blood flow just throw
your misconceptions out the door/stop snoring/soaring in your boring delusions of scoring,
you perceive me as lazy yet crazy for swimming up stream
you dream while i scream, while socialism is less obscene
than your finished allegories never employed; destroyed
i don't idolize god or society, i blame you, you lead to people like me.
this shit hasn't changed for decades, while you burn straw men
they make money, and it ain't funny when they invest in distractions
you think you are holier than Mary's contractions, metaphorically
what's metaphysical is your illusion that a free trade system can ever be free
fuck a minority?
i'll take that as an acceptance rap Three Times Great, here is my impromptu reply
Time to clear this noise with three great gunshots/pop in your brain
because my disdain with society trifles me into a secluded delusion
where everybody is stupid and confused, contently abused
i'm doing you a favor because that blissful nothingness
is more enjoyable and employable than your current existence
you don't know who you've fucked with when the quiet one eludes you
comes back and screws you, to an idea of sacrifice, yes your own religious tripe
since kindergarten your life, has been an indoctrination of strife
rife with fanatical fantastical shit, straight pedanticalness,
because when you stuff me with straw and blaa about my flaws
you miss the mark like robin hoods neglected nephew
too tired to try too snide to cry like your woman left your bitch ass
it's snitch asses and arrogant dandies making quick passes/like ignorance
your mind flies past anything which gives you pause, using jackdaws and
big sphinx's of quartz/you stare into your own ideas and see a wall
and shortly feel pain designed to distract you, to enact from within
but this chin test got you bested like i molested you with sin
cause in this capitalist game i will blame you, frame and shame you
your blind ideology of trade is fading into a recession, a caused depression,
politics i address, but politicians say bless this mess, buttons causing stress
how the fuck can you play chess if you don't see the board
they reward you for apathy while crappily destroying things like ford
for profits across the board, while the horde of bored who once adored
the elite ward, who abhor our lives, face it we're simply lesser guys,
slaves and thralls, concubines mental toy dolls or army men
"how can we harvest them?" and condemn and then produce Eminems
shit trends designed to enthrall and mob you, of your mind and wallet
so go watch some teletuby news/drink some booze/take a cruise
fuck this ruse go on and use your twisted views/but while you snooze
you don't know who's in control/which defuses power from the people
so get a soap box and stand in front of the christian steeple, of ivory
the irony is that in your confusion you are what you hate, allergic to failure
inevitably leads to cheating, psychotic bleating of narrow minded readings
delusions of fairness impeding awareness you should know that everyone for themselves
leads to all for one and one for all, and yes i know there are plenty of examples
of rags to riches but we know that the majority get's trampled, how many succeed?
how many don't? so end your gloating as you are floating on debris but all you see
is the chance to collect more and sloppily fight a monopoly/an illusion
the enemy in my allusions is none other than you/ the pontificating mentally castrating
fusion of patriotism and football politics, and fucked up murderous dramatics
your kind would have us go feudal with a mascot as a poodle,
one king controlling the kit and caboodle you fuckin pseudonym of ego
leggo my eggo with your dam show of lamb/foe/blood flow just throw
your misconceptions out the door/stop snoring/soaring in your boring delusions of scoring,
you perceive me as lazy yet crazy for swimming up stream
you dream while i scream, while socialism is less obscene
than your finished allegories never employed; destroyed
i don't idolize god or society, i blame you, you lead to people like me.
this shit hasn't changed for decades, while you burn straw men
they make money, and it ain't funny when they invest in distractions
you think you are holier than Mary's contractions, metaphorically
what's metaphysical is your illusion that a free trade system can ever be free
fuck a minority?
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Arcturus Descending » Thu Jun 25, 2009 11:24 pm
strongpersongrrrr wrote:im so strong,
im really really strong
my strength is great
it's, like, really strong
totally strong
i'm like, hey! i'm strong
and they're like, yes you are
strong, i mean
i'm all, yes i am
they go, that's what i said
i go, yes, see ya later
how many drinks for you to produce that? So your muscles aren't in your brains then right?
~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by PavlovianModel146 » Fri Jun 26, 2009 3:01 am
Since this thread is active, I'll just ask here.
Wonderer, would you mind if I move this thread to Art & Music?
Wonderer, would you mind if I move this thread to Art & Music?
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Wonderer » Fri Jun 26, 2009 11:31 pm
It's a tough choice really. The fact that this thread is in the "creative writing" section i feel induces a more open minded approach. Not that it's not art or potentially isn't music, then again it could gain a different sort of appreciation if it was approached as art or music.
technically they are lyrics, but i fancy it all poetry
i'll sleep on it. try to sell me on the idea
technically they are lyrics, but i fancy it all poetry
i'll sleep on it. try to sell me on the idea
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by PavlovianModel146 » Sat Jun 27, 2009 2:07 am
Wonderer wrote:technically they are lyrics, but i fancy it all poetry
i'll sleep on it. try to sell me on the idea
Fair enough.
First of all, my status as a straight-up, gang-bangin', ho-slappin' Mofo, must be duly taken into consideration. Having acknowledged same, you must also give consideration to the fact that Art & Music (AM) is the most tricked-out, pimpin' ass-slappin, booty-clappin, droppin' it as though it were hot Forum on this here Discussy-Bissy.
After you have considered all of these completely objective and irrefutable arguments, you will be virtually powerless to come to any other conclusion but to acquiesce my request that this be re-located.
Besides, I'll leave a shadow topic, so none of the people whom you are currently serving miss out.
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Re: A Thread for Rap
by Arcturus Descending » Sat Jun 27, 2009 2:28 pm
Pavlovianmodel146 wrote:Wonderer wrote:technically they are lyrics, but i fancy it all poetry
i'll sleep on it. try to sell me on the idea
Fair enough.
First of all, my status as a straight-up, gang-bangin', ho-slappin' Mofo, must be duly taken into consideration. Having acknowledged same, you must also give consideration to the fact that Art & Music (AM) is the most tricked-out, pimpin' ass-slappin, booty-clappin, droppin' it as though it were hot Forum on this here Discussy-Bissy.
After you have considered all of these completely objective and irrefutable arguments, you will be virtually powerless to come to any other conclusion but to acquiesce my request that this be re-located.
Besides, I'll leave a shadow topic, so none of the people whom you are currently serving miss out.
1 to da' 4 to da' 6-OUT
~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”
“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”
A room without books ..is like a body without a soul.”
“I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”
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