I know, it’s a hard one to sink in. Especially when your religious because then it hurts even more.
That some people are just dumb empty vessels that live briefly, irritate the shit out of everything around them, and then die and go back to nothingness.
It’s discouraging at the deepest levels. Also, the fact that it very well may be the case that we (elites, not you) are just a little better version of this pointless wretched thing reminds us that we too may be pointless things bound for oblivion.
It’s the profane nature of lower humans that discourages great men from having any ambition or designs for life in general. He’s reminded everywhere that humans may not be special at all, and he’s just a lucky stroke… not an older soul or a more powerful soul. Not with any more lasting significance.
Maybe that’s why the greeks were so full of themselves at those symposium joints. Everyone present adorned beautiful robes, knew Aristotle like the back of their hand, could probably play an instrument and throw a disk like fifty yards. When you’re around people like this, you forget your only human for a sec.
Hey, that staff isn’t raps. At least I assume it isn’t meant to be rapped.
Please keep this topic for rappy raps only.
Just for that I’m going to turn some of what you wrote into a rap.
It’s profane the nature of humans
ambition at lower levels
discouraging greatness
with designs of the devils
life in general is trouble
I’m reminded everywhere
that humans are not special
just some luck and a prayer
not old or more powerful
yet my soul is a lion
everlasting in significance
with the mind of a diamond
My first response was to cover over a certain amount of awkwardness. It’s kind of how I deal with the weirdness of life.
I’m kind of putting myself out there right now. This is embarrassing. However…let’s play a little game: Coincidence or fact?
When weird shit goes through my head, sometimes it’s so weird, I make note of it.
This is part of why I’m half convinced we’re in bizarro world, or there are spies that feed information to people. Or it’s just a complete coincidence. Or something else. This happens to me all the time. I’m not on drugs, and I haven’t been diagnosed with any mental illness. If I have undiagnosed mental illness, it’s functional, because I have a full-time job, have regular conversations with my children, pay regular rent/bills, and I’m not an asshole to my mom.
If you’re spying on me, you’re probably not going to admit it, right?
Check what time you wrote the sandwich thing. Check what time you actually did the sandwich thing.
So… coincidence… or fact? Are you spying on me? Did you even treat your mom to Subway? Or am I just making a big deal out of nothing? Honestly, I was gonna move past this (with my last snarky reply), but … for some reason … here I am not.
If it weirds you out just as much as it weirds me out, maybe you should be nicer to your mom? Just a suggestion. @promethean75
The proper thing to do when you feel there are coincidences at work and the spirits 'n shit are trying to tell you something by setting them up is to ignore them.
The lesson you teach them in doing this is that they need to show themselves immediately and completely, or they can go play in the road.
Every time we do this, we contribute to sealing the rift between worlds and keeping the fairies 'n shit out of it. Bascially, we’re taking the world back from god, and this is how you do it. Refuse to play games with the spirits.
I can get away with murder
because you don’t even follow my posts
you block me
but imagine if you took it further
then I’d have to murder you in my toasts
you got me?
Bro im’a libertine shock-writer
Sometimes i go hard like knight-rider
Sometimes i drink apples without cider
Sometimes i cut wood on a slide miter
Sometimes im’a prize fighter smokin’ herb with a bic lighter
And some ho on a first nighter
In her much wider trailer
Like Norman Mailer
if he met a gay jailer
Or even a hay baler
I’m like “damn, Layla”
Why didn’t you say ya
Wanted half of the fries?
I ain’t like other guys with eyes on your thighs
In fact i despise highrises because planes be runnin’ into em 'n shit. That has actually happened before.
Incorporate and develop the following characters in a rap: Leonardo da Flinchy and Leonardo DiCap-a-ho.
A quick how-to guide: Leonardo da Flinchy. He’s flinching… so either he’s high or somebody swung on em. DiCap-a-ho. Debt collector for a pimp or a one of those serial killers that hates prostitutes, etc.
BriBri is just an average Joe
in Spanish, he’s just an average ho
oh, don’t worry he’ll shake it off, he likes it.
that’s why he dishes it out — because he wants it right back
that doesn’t rhyme and it’s gonna drive him insane and that is exactly the point here
Drive yourself or somebody else will
unless, of course, you’re already there
bro
I recorded this verse. It isn’t A.I. generated but it’s processed through autotune. Edit: The full take verse wasn’t the greatest but this sounds like the beginning of a track:
