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.Twitch in Stereo · 09-02-2005

.. lol. I might as well take a stab at this, but in a more comedic angle. I've got nothing else to do, especially since my pants aren't around my ankles. ;]

Making rhymes about mundane things, straight from the corrupted mind of the corrupted soul. Mundane means common, of lower-class, like my ruined Warrior Within; I need to fill that hole.

What have I done with my life? I spend most of my time using my wit to prod at the less fortunate, yet I could be applying it to something more important. Something that doesn't involve blowing time with you insubordinates.

There needs to be another Renaissance; rebirth of knowledge and learning. It seems all people take stabs at earning now are ultimately worthless social standings, waiting for others to breathe worth into them through help-handing.

Ruled by an era of apathy and shame. No shame on me, though; I'll find my place in the world, high above everyone else on a mountain made of the pro-abortion girls, with their aborted fetuses using the pages of a brand-spanking new bible to furl their defenseless would-be children in.

That, children, is a tongue-lashing of the sorts; picking apart your emotionally insecure fort you call social groups. Pick a broader spectrum; become an atheist, or just consider yourself "religious" with no particular stand-point in the entire race. I say race, because I hear of people wanting to go to that special place in the sky.

No, I don't mean that old sitcom that's probably still on T.V., I was talking about heaven, with that almighty cloud-enshrouded deity. There's no need to turn this into another religion debating, though; I'm just saying things how I see them through my jaded mind.

So what's the lesson learned today? Your raps can be about nothing in particular, but don't let the weak rhymes get in your message's way. Let it hang out like it's your birthday; tickle your pickle with the icing of your cake, or even take a break from this tense world and stroll along the lake, kicking rocks and dead fish moving at anti-break-neck speed.

Speed? I suppose we can talk about drugs, for the sake of all of our members stricken with pure inebriation. That's the basis of this nation, and probably the people who think up the shows on your favorite television station.

Seriously, One Piece didn't come along through sobriety, and shows like FLCL are obviously influenced by rat poison-soaked weed. It's true, all true, and you'll see what I mean if you get involved in such things, running into the dealers that lace their leaves with something other than what you gave them twenty dollars for.

I've experienced it first-hand, and although that isn't good for you, I've got to say it was one of the most enjoyables experiences I've had, to tell the truth.

Sitting in a make-shift biodome, in the shape of my friend's car, breathing in more smoke than the oxygen, by far.

I should have died that night, laying at the bottom of the seat in a puddle of my own puke, carefully eyeing the pieces of meat that I hadn't digested the entire week.

That's the kind of things those things will do to you, so to continue being sober and walking a straight line, I suggest listening to Postal Service from time to time; the lyrics and needle-like beat will throw your mind into that endless pit we call a 'natural high' ..

.. which doesn't even exist.

09-02-2005	#38 (permalink)
.Twitch in Stereo (17) Super Saiyan Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 747 Rep Power: 4	Joot's Raps/Poems .. lol. I might as well take a stab at this, but in a more comedic angle. I've got nothing else to do, especially since my pants aren't around my ankles. ;] Making rhymes about mundane things, straight from the corrupted mind of the corrupted soul. Mundane means common, of lower-class, like my ruined Warrior Within; I need to fill that hole. What have I done with my life? I spend most of my time using my wit to prod at the less fortunate, yet I could be applying it to something more important. Something that doesn't involve blowing time with you insubordinates. There needs to be another Renaissance; rebirth of knowledge and learning. It seems all people take stabs at earning now are ultimately worthless social standings, waiting for others to breathe worth into them through help-handing. Ruled by an era of apathy and shame. No shame on me, though; I'll find my place in the world, high above everyone else on a mountain made of the pro-abortion girls, with their aborted fetuses using the pages of a brand-spanking new bible to furl their defenseless would-be children in. That, children, is a tongue-lashing of the sorts; picking apart your emotionally insecure fort you call social groups. Pick a broader spectrum; become an atheist, or just consider yourself "religious" with no particular stand-point in the entire race. I say race, because I hear of people wanting to go to that special place in the sky. No, I don't mean that old sitcom that's probably still on T.V., I was talking about heaven, with that almighty cloud-enshrouded deity. There's no need to turn this into another religion debating, though; I'm just saying things how I see them through my jaded mind. So what's the lesson learned today? Your raps can be about nothing in particular, but don't let the weak rhymes get in your message's way. Let it hang out like it's your birthday; tickle your pickle with the icing of your cake, or even take a break from this tense world and stroll along the lake, kicking rocks and dead fish moving at anti-break-neck speed. Speed? I suppose we can talk about drugs, for the sake of all of our members stricken with pure inebriation. That's the basis of this nation, and probably the people who think up the shows on your favorite television station. Seriously, One Piece didn't come along through sobriety, and shows like FLCL are obviously influenced by rat poison-soaked weed. It's true, all true, and you'll see what I mean if you get involved in such things, running into the dealers that lace their leaves with something other than what you gave them twenty dollars for. I've experienced it first-hand, and although that isn't good for you, I've got to say it was one of the most enjoyables experiences I've had, to tell the truth. Sitting in a make-shift biodome, in the shape of my friend's car, breathing in more smoke than the oxygen, by far. I should have died that night, laying at the bottom of the seat in a puddle of my own puke, carefully eyeing the pieces of meat that I hadn't digested the entire week. That's the kind of things those things will do to you, so to continue being sober and walking a straight line, I suggest listening to Postal Service from time to time; the lyrics and needle-like beat will throw your mind into that endless pit we call a 'natural high' .. .. which doesn't even exist.