"In the institution, there wasn't much to offer. Dejected faces, only loners took up residence. And they all basked in their own frigid temperatures, you know? Like a collection of bizarre plant cells, who feebly photosynthesize chilly breezes and torrid emotions, creating a byproduct greater than the sum of its parts. But what they didn't realize, what didn't add up at the time, was that the foundation they constructed this spiritual edifice to detached reasoning upon didn't serve only as a framework; it influenced, it designed, it charted the course of their thoughts and dispositions. The beginning of the end came here, when the framework turned self-aware. When consciously, it decided to build upon the fellows working upon it. At that point, we might as well have been garbage dust scattered to the wind, with the only 'living' stemming from the delusions of our minds. It just took a bit of time to cope with the fact."
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Monday, February 14, 2011
prelude
Sunday, January 30, 2011
MICROPHONE CHECK MICRO-MICROPHONE CHECKA
What's in a name? A lot can be conveyed through the title of a fellow who you've decided to size up. Frank? He's straightforward, a reasonably dude, won't take bull shit from any person, friend or foe. Bob? Adrift - sorta lost in the sea, but always afloat and makin' the best of his situation. Noah? Grasp his every word if you want a shot for a spot on that ark...unless you're Bob, who's probably got a contingency plan in the works already!
Who is this punk, you might ask? This Stupendous Menace? Well, that's a little bit redundant to ask; his name says it all!
Crazy, without a doubt; who can be ph-ph-phAN-tastic by stickin' to normal ways of thinking? Aplomb, sums it up alright - molding any conundrum with deft hands, flowing through the motions, ruggedly massaging at the difficult dilemma until it's just the right shape, the right size, the right consistency to pass as a flawless success! Three times repeated, too, which ain't nothin' to sneeze at! But, although perfectly acceptable and completely correct to mention in discussion about the legend's demeanor, what REALLY makes this man astonishing? What aspect causes Carlos Slim to ask him for a personal high-top trim for nearly half of his fortune, and some hoes on the side? How godly must he be to go ghost-ridin' with Cthulhu, literally, across half the Pacific Ocean?
It's dexterity. The gift granted graciously to the MC, they call it gab; it flows from the tongue in abundance, seeping into the saliva, grafting on the gums, blasting back cavities bringing only lockjaw as gifts. They're really assholish guests, and not a single one is welcome in the home of the lyrically inclined. That's what defines him. And he, the Snore de Bliss, defines me, in all aspects. Lose the gab, lose the light, lose the life inspiring the might. Might as well be snatching my soul from my body, makin' me a slender, vacant shell of who I once was.
Looks like we're on and rollin' - expect a review later in the week.
Who is this punk, you might ask? This Stupendous Menace? Well, that's a little bit redundant to ask; his name says it all!
Crazy, without a doubt; who can be ph-ph-phAN-tastic by stickin' to normal ways of thinking? Aplomb, sums it up alright - molding any conundrum with deft hands, flowing through the motions, ruggedly massaging at the difficult dilemma until it's just the right shape, the right size, the right consistency to pass as a flawless success! Three times repeated, too, which ain't nothin' to sneeze at! But, although perfectly acceptable and completely correct to mention in discussion about the legend's demeanor, what REALLY makes this man astonishing? What aspect causes Carlos Slim to ask him for a personal high-top trim for nearly half of his fortune, and some hoes on the side? How godly must he be to go ghost-ridin' with Cthulhu, literally, across half the Pacific Ocean?
It's dexterity. The gift granted graciously to the MC, they call it gab; it flows from the tongue in abundance, seeping into the saliva, grafting on the gums, blasting back cavities bringing only lockjaw as gifts. They're really assholish guests, and not a single one is welcome in the home of the lyrically inclined. That's what defines him. And he, the Snore de Bliss, defines me, in all aspects. Lose the gab, lose the light, lose the life inspiring the might. Might as well be snatching my soul from my body, makin' me a slender, vacant shell of who I once was.
Looks like we're on and rollin' - expect a review later in the week.
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