Not really. It’s not my cup of tea.
word.
while im here, here’s a lake i found today that was super still and reflective.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGbeF9RgluI[/youtube]
Jesus Christ.
Yo R, this one time the cops arrested me because I was standing in a place they didn’t like in the middle of the night. I didn’t struggle, but I didn’t go limp either. This infuriated them so they tackled me to the floor and pepper sprayed me. So they put me in the car and all the while I’m cracking wise, insulting their pride. They keep trying to come back with something but my intellect is superior. Finally, they crack open the window. I thought, “the wind doesn’t belong to them, the wind belongs to no man.” So I went silent and let the wind soothe my eyes. Eventually we got to my home, I crack wise a few more times, and calmly walk into my building.
Alright, let’s try some of this douchebag gourmet coffee I bought.
[wrong thread]
No, prom.
Right thread.
Actually, once Pedro turns every single thread at ILP into the Corner there will be no such thing as the wrong thread. Every thread will be the right thread because they will all be pretty much interchangeable.
Uh, who first, me, Mr. Reasonable or yourself?
Oh, and speaking of poetry, you might consider shifting from the truly ridiculous stuff you compose here to something more along the lines of this:
God is alive
Magic is afoot
God is alive
Magic is afoot
God is afoot
Magic is alive
Alive is afoot
Magic never died
God never sickened
Many poor men lied
Many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot
God never died
God was ruler
Though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live
Though his words were twisted
The naked Magic thrived
Though his death was published
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe
Many hurt men wondered
Many struck men bled
Magic never faltered
Magic always led
Many stones were rolled
But God would not lie down
Many wild men lied
Many fat men listened
Though they offered stones
Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers
God was always served
Magic is afoot
God rules
Alive is afoot
Alive is in command
Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived
Though they boasted solitude
God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell
Nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe
Though laws were carved in marble
They could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments
They could not order men
Police arrested Magic
And Magic went with them
For Magic loves the hungry
But Magic would not tarry
It moves from arm to arm
It would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
It cannot come to harm
It rests in an empty palm
It spawns in an empty mind
But Magic is no instrument
Magic is the end
Many men drove Magic
But Magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied
They only passed through Magic
And out the other side
Many weak men lied
They came to God in secret
And though they left him nourished
They would not say who healed
Though mountains danced before them
They said that God was dead
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live
This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh with in my mind
This I mean my mind to serve 'til
Service is but Magic
Moving through the world
And mind itself is Magic
Coursing through the flesh
And flesh itself is Magic
Dancing on a clock
And time itself the magic length of God
Leonard Cohen
Real poetry in other words.
Here, I’ll let someone sing it for you: youtu.be/FhmeroR20lc
Hell, if you don’t even know that you were trying to be clever, sure, I’ll leave it at that.
Look, I’m just trying to remind others that from time to time you are more than capable of sustaining an intelligent discussion in a philosophy venue.
After all, it’s not for nothing that I include you on my list of those here whose intelligence I respect.
But somewhere along the line – starting with the poop thread? – you shifted more and more to coming here as though ILP was just another “social media” bullshit forum.
From my frame of mind [and that’s all it is, a personal opinion rooted in dasein] you seem far more interested in reminding us just how great it is to be you. All the places you go, all the things you buy, all the women who want you, all the reasons the rest of us should truly regret not being you.
I really am curious about this women/ho thing with you. It’s like an anomoly [to me] given all your other political opinions.
Verily, I would never pretend to compete with Leonard Cohen.
God is alive
Magic is afoot
God is alive
Magic is afoot
God is afoot
Magic is alive
Alive is afoot
Magic never died
God never sickened
Many poor men lied
Many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot
God never died
God was ruler
Though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live
Though his words were twisted
The naked Magic thrived
Though his death was published
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe
Many hurt men wondered
Many struck men bled
Magic never faltered
Magic always led
Many stones were rolled
But God would not lie down
Many wild men lied
Many fat men listened
Though they offered stones
Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers
God was always served
Magic is afoot
God rules
Alive is afoot
Alive is in command
Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived
Though they boasted solitude
God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell
Nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe
Though laws were carved in marble
They could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments
They could not order men
Police arrested Magic
And Magic went with them
For Magic loves the hungry
But Magic would not tarry
It moves from arm to arm
It would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
It cannot come to harm
It rests in an empty palm
It spawns in an empty mind
But Magic is no instrument
Magic is the end
Many men drove Magic
But Magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied
They only passed through Magic
And out the other side
Many weak men lied
They came to God in secret
And though they left him nourished
They would not say who healed
Though mountains danced before them
They said that God was dead
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live
This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh with in my mind
This I mean my mind to serve 'til
Service is but Magic
Moving through the world
And mind itself is Magic
Coursing through the flesh
And flesh itself is Magic
Dancing on a clock
And time itself the magic length of God
tldr
the last time i got arrested, there were 4 special agents from the state bureau of investigation, and a US postal inspector and i got ambushed coming out of a restaurant in a fancy part of town. they took me to an abandoned bldg that they use for interrogations and handcuffed me to a table in a basement for like 12 hours. got some warrants and raided my house. looted me for about 40 grand. then made up some extra lies and fabricated a bit of evidence so that they could grossly overcharge me. they also tried to seize my car under that civil forfeiture shit but were unsuccessful. i had a little bit less than a kilo of weed, about 7 or 8 guns, 2 bottles of pills, and various other things that they deemed to constitute evidence.
they didn’t even handcuff me until they were walking me into the jail, and they told the people at the jail that they should just give me a signature bond, but my bond was higher than the max that you can sign yourself out on. so i had to come up with thousands more dollars with just a phone call. so i get out, no car, no phone, no computer at like 4am and trotted across downtown and got to home base where i did all kinds of shit that i will never tell anyone and covered my ass on a bunch of other shit that would have gone down the nex day had i not.
hired some lawyers, paid them 26 grand and ended up with a possession charge. took about 2.5 years in court. they were trying to get me on a sentence of 10 to 99 years, and they tried real hard. but i just ended up with a possession charge.
shoutout to defense lawyers who know how to work as a team and who know how to make it happen even when you’re stone cold guilty and caught dead to rights.
like 2 years later the special agents were clearing out the evidence room and called me up and gave me back all the guns they took.
alabama man. 99 years for some weed, but then the same cops return your guns.
not sure if bear bryant or anthony bourdain. both are legends.
We will call this antisemitism.
iambig, im not a party-line type of dude. i know that’s hard for people to understand these days, what with everyone thinking for themselves just up until the point that they pick a side and stick to all the rules of being on that side. but idgaf about any of that. i am me. its my authenticity that’s my biggest asset. something that you might be able to understand is that my views are based largely off my experiences. the great philosopher willy d once said, “let a ho be a ho”. it’s not my place to judge a bitch, or to tell a ho she’s wrong for hoing. if it’s what she chooses then the best i can do is respect that choice and treat them the way they’ve chosen to be treated out of a respect for their personal autonomy.
i know some professional bitches too who have careers and all kinds of shit. they wanna be treated differently so i treat them differently.
let people be who they want to be and don’t act like it’s your right to say whether it’s right or wrong for a ho to be a ho. people don’t like that judgemental shit.
and yes, it is pretty good to be me. but probably not for the reasons you think. im in the same world that you and everyone else are in, i just deal with it differently and in a way that lets me be and feel truly free.
not sure why but it’s your thread you make the rules so i’ll have to go with it
That is correct.