I Got an Owie!

I just realized that I aggravated the mat burn on my left, big toe. Cherry red where there's no skin. It doesn't even hurt, but I need some liquid bandage for it...or some shellack.

I did the full warm up, today (running, tumbling, the whole nine). When I left the gym, my shirt was soaked. It was torn, too. So, much for Izod. It used to fit snugger than it does, now. I submitted a guy cuz I got him in a hold and he couldn't breathe because my shirt was so wet. I guess I used a 'gi' move on him. I'll need to get some UnderArmor, I guess. I'm not bad, but Ion't think my body is ready to be displayed like that, yet. Gimme six weeks at this pace, though.

There was a kid rolling today...11 years old. I felt all paternalistic toward him. I showed him how to do a single leg takedown.  (Damn! My nose was bleeding. I did not realize that til I just blew it.) The kid has a good grasp of technique.

There was another brotha there who goes by 'King'. Um...ok. He's a boxer. His arms were very defined and strong. I tell you this not in admiration or anything. It's just that different disciplines have different strong suits. Throwing 10 & 12-ounce gloves around constantly is going to make your arms and shoulders strong.  I submitted him once, but mainly I showed him a couple things, and gave him my basic philosophy: When a guy is moving your arm or leg a certain way or maneuvering you a certain way, don't let him. Cuz, he's gonna do something next that's usually REALLY gonna hurt. So, when he pulls your arm, take your arm back. This was King's second class in this discipline. He seemed to appreciate what I showed him.

I sparred with Pedro, again. Sparring with Pedro is tiring. He's very strong and he's always trying to do something to you that's gonna hurt...a lot. So, I spent a bit of time reversing holds and passing his guard and trying my damnedest not to get the shit choked out of me (literally...that'd be VERY embarrassing).

That brings to mind my last class. One guy asked an instructor, "If a guy shits himself and quits, does that count as a submission." The instructor said, "No...but, if you shit yourself and your opponent doesn't want to continue, then THAT's a submission." LoL...fighter humor.

Anyway, Pedro told me that our instructor TOLD him to wear me out today. It seems that I've already gotten a reputation for being 'big & strong' and this was my second class at this gym. Well, I have to admit it: I gassed. I tapped and I wasn't even in a hold. I was just fucking T-I-R-E-D. Six minute rounds and this was the third? Yeah, the new guy was spent. I'm going to get better, though. Trust me on that.

Anyway, I got it together and then fought one of the 'gi' fighters. See, there's 'gi', traditional jiu jitsu with the belt and the robe (see pic above). Then, there's 'no gi'. (pic right) Gi is a lot more traditional, as you might imagine. 'No gi' might seem like wrasslin', but it like many martial arts is very scientific in its approach to anatomy and specialized forms of personal mayhem.

I'm having a BLAST. Now, to find some liquid bandage.

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'

Mat burn on both big toes, I'm coughing up 4.5 years of phlegm and wheezing like an asthmatic beatboxer who can't find his inhaler. My shoulders feeling like they've been put in a blender on PUREE and then patted back into place. My ass feels like it's going to cramp from jumping rope for minutes at a time. A tattooed Latino is looming over me flexing his fingers and putting both of his hands on my throat to choke me.

And to think: I wanted to do this.

...the fuck?!?

Yeah, I'm back in jiu jitsu. I freaking LOVE this. How come I jump rope better than the Brazilian chicks? (THAT was distracting, by the way. I tripped over the rope a couple/few times trying to NOT watch the jigglage. Eventually, I had to turn and face the wall.) That's another indicator that I'm serious about this stuff. There was a chick fight with Brazilian chicks, no less, going on mere feet from me. (The girls sparred.) I didn't even stop to watch.

I'm so machoor!!! ←← LOL@that

On the plus side, before I gas, I move very quickly for my size. My sparring partner didn't believe that I weigh 253 lbs. Let me lose the 25 like I want. [white girl voice]Oh...my...god! Ohmigawd![/white girl voice]

But, for real, there is more room for improvement than you can imagine. I could not sink a guillotine on that smooth, bald head. My cardio is ass. But, Imma fix THAT.

Can somebody go to Sam's Club and get me one of those Tub o' Ibuprofen bottles, please! Thank you in advance!

Bash de Bunda

Women are appalled by this. I'm amused.

"Would you really let some chick smash her sweaty, musty, juicy booty into your face like that?!?"

Uh...hell yeah! In fact, if you got a big, shapely ass and can do a handstand like that chick without powdering your metacarpals: Call me!

Haha!

Crash and...BURN

Ever feel like you're actually at the point where you'll break if something else doesn't give? I screech up to that precipice at nearly full speed and then brake. It isn't a game of chicken. It's that I don't realize how close I am to that precipice until I'm right up on it.

Shoes smokin' like Frederick P. Flintstone's feet...



Dating...

Y'all been doin' this shit all these years? No wonder half of y'all are completely fucking nuts. Shit. Everybody's looking for The One, while they're hangin' out with The Few; but talkin' shit to the many. The fear is palpable. I can smell it...like a schmear on the bottom of my shoe ill-gotten by stepping on an shitty, unseen Pamper left out in the Georgia sun for the six hottest hours of the day. She's thinking, "If I give one mo' muthafukkah a piece of my heart and he breaks it, it might drive me insane." But, she'll never say it. He's thinking, "If I go out with another chick portraying herself like she's a lady, but she's actually crazy as fuck..."

More later, maybe. I just dozed.

A Return to Chill Civility

No...it's not ABOUT sex. I'm in Atlanta. Look up the ratio of women to purely heterosexual men. Then, factor in 6'4"…240#...employed...reasonably nice looking...intelligent. If it was just about ASS, chances are: I wouldn't be tryna holla @ YOU.
 
It's about companionship. But, I think I get it. I think I realize what I need to do.
 
This should be interesting.
 

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Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
 
The catharsis of "closure" is, more often than not, a selfish need to vent at someone who did not take the course of action that YOU preferred. It is the adult equivalent to a temper tantrum...a hissy fit, if you will. The desired outcome of 'closure' is that the other party/parties know exactly why YOU are dissatisfied.
 
Meh! I just watched a 40-year-old woman throw a complete, fucking hissy fit in her lame attempt to get closure. It highlighted just how petty she actually is. Well, hopefully she got the emotional stabilization she so desperately needed out of that.
 
*smh*
 
This is one reason why I just STOP talking at a certain point. Communication has failed. The other person has already decided in her own mind what the state of reality currently is, normally based on her own mental state, without consulting mine and declared this is the way it is. I get annoyed because I see & know the things that she's failed to consider, but rather than ASK, she declares that 'this is how things are'. So…fine! That's how things are. I withdraw. Then, she gets upset because I didn't respond and argue with her about the shit. So, I put those things she ignored/didn't see in front of her and then she feels silly!
 
Monkeyshines…


Anyway, lemme do some more work.

I Hate Everything About You

8^|

r e s o l v e

Know who's on my mind? 2Pac.

People don't realize that 2Pac on many of his more popular songs was actually a BLUES artist. I've dedicated "Do for Love" to myself for one very important reason: I'm a "sucka for Love". *smh@me* But, listen to the song.



That is the same blues that John Lee Hooker used to sing about. Life is a trap. I've let myself get caught up. I'm going to need to break out of this trap some kind of way. I've considered seriously returning to the ways of my youth.

Despite yourself, you give someone your heart. They hand it back with a sniff of disdain and walk away without ever once looking back. See the failure in that sequence? Giving somebody your heart is akin to a cow walking up to a butcher and bowing it's head before the ax. You have no one to blame but yourself.

F'real, though: the next chick that tells me that I'm not 'being fair' by comparing her to the way other people have treated me because she's DIFFERENT than them is gonna get laughed at and walked away from.

---

The blues...despair, rejection, survival. When he says, "My god!", that's more angst than a little bit. That's why his music hit folks at such a visceral level.

...and, I keep nodding and plugging away at this shitheap known colloquially as "life" until I don't have to. It's time for a change.

Irritable

Personal success does not mean that you're not a fucked up individual.

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How many times have you seen a MAINSTREAM commercial that had five black guys and one white guy and it wasn't about a basketball team? But watch a beer commercial and they always include ONE black dude! So, if you have ONE black dude in your clique, then you must be doing ok, right? Consider, though, that you have never seen the ratio inverted in a commercial for something enjoyable. Folks will immediately roll their eyes and figure, "Oh, lord! Here we go! Another rant about racism! GET OVER IT!!! Your people are not slaves, now!" That reaction proves my point, though.

I was looking at MSNBC perforce, today. One of the plasma displays in the lobby is set to play that channel. I'm looking at how Black folks are represented in the mainstream media. It is all conditioning for the simpleminded and reinforces the stratification and status quo of our society. MSNBC is considered "liberal" media. If so, they're a worse offender even than FOX News. Fox is, at least, blatant about their bigotry. MSNBC discusses money and politics. The imagery they present is subtle. The authorities, sources and personalities they present on what is viewed as important are overwhelmingly White. The advertising for financial information is represented by an overwhelming White base of actors. Diversity is filled by a minority woman, killing two birds with one stone.

But, when something viewed as NEGATIVE is addressed, the imagery that you see is accompanied by Black Male faces.

'Jobless claims rose 2.43% last quarter. *Videos of Black men filling out paperwork in the unemployment office play*'

'The President's Healthcare Initiative hit another snag today! *A Black representative is interviewed who dutifully mentions marching with Martan Loofa Kang*'

...and, you dumb muthafukkaz fall for the okey doke, too.

You're being managed and conditioned by the things you're shown. And, you think this is the 'natural' order of things.

Original thought remains at a premium. Ugh!

Does this mean that minority people are some paragons of virtue and intellect? Hell, naw! What it means is: you need to start learning to think for yourself, you lemming! You might even want to consider NOT patronizing these media outlets who perpetuate these stereotypes.

To be fair, I can't speak a lick of Spanish that isn't profane, so I don't know how reputable Spanish news sources are. But, Black News is ass! Two bomb threats in a week in New York and the headlines on BlackPlanet are:

• Is Toyota Mocking Hip-Hop's "Swagger"?
• LisaRaye's 3 Tips For Single Mothers
• Caption This: What Is Rick Ross Trying To Say In This Photo?
• 5 Reasons J Lo Is Going From GIANT To Medium

Way down the page, you see:

Hot News

• Paper Depicts Obama As Character From "Sanford And Son"
• Police Shoot Man's Dogs In Marijuana Raid With Children Present
• Black Tea Partier Says "Uncle Tom Was A Hero"
• Jon Stewart Pokes Fun At Roland Martin's Ascot
• Man Says Woman Stabbed Him With Scissors Over Bad Sex
• School District Defends Blacks Only Field Trip
• P. Diddy's Sean John Gets Exclusive Deal With Macy's
• Europe Faces Pressure To Pay Slavery Reparations
• Swift Arrest Of Bombing Suspect A Rare Win For Embattled Holder
• Evidence Mounts For Taliban Involvement In Times Square Bombing
• President Of Nigeria Dies After Long Illness
• Higher Percentage Of Blacks Than Whites On Twitter
• Washington Times Times Says Term "Teabagger" Is Like N-Word
• Why Is The Jamaican Prime Minister Protecting A Reputed Criminal?
• Black Leaders Urge Indictments Of Police In Teen's Alleged Beating
• Sharpton And Phoenix Mayor To Lead March Against Immigration Law

*smh* I don't even know who I should kick into a stupor to stop that shit, either.

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They found a suspicious package in a cooler in front of a hotel in Times Square. Somebody's lunch is about to get detonated.

Oh...and the Times Square terrorist is about as much of a terrorist as The Shoe Bomber. Some weirdo goes looking for Al Qaeda training and Al Qaeda giggles behind its hand. "You want to blow up what? Ok, my friend, here's how you make a bomb! Yes, yes! 72 virgins! Remember connect the red wire here! A salaam alaikum! You know, we have this new underwear bomb! Go and show The Great Shaitan the power of Jihad!!!" Then, they send the idiot on his merry way. They've lost nothing but the time it takes to show that moron the basics.

That fool is in there singing like a canary, too...and ain't sayin' shit. They let him pee on himself once and made him sit in it. Now, he done gave them every bit of information he's learned since he was eight years old. *smh* Terrorist, my ass!

Youuuuuuuuu!

So, I'm walking down the hall to get my coffee, minding my own business, when one of the executive admins pops through a door down the hall ahead of me. She's tall, slim and detached. Y'know...cool, but aloof. As she's walking, the battle computer that is my mind was momentarily agoggle, "What th-? Izzat? Is she wearing...Booty Pops?!?"

She went into her office and I went on to the kitchen to clean out my cup. So, as I was in the kitchen sub-audibly remembering something that I'd forgotten, who should walk through but the admin. She asked me who I was talking to. I said, "Myself." I was pouring cream into my cup when she walked past. Using scientific observation methods developed through years of practical research, I was able to determine that the modest bootymeat that I spied was indeed a natural blessing and not an enhancement. Well, all right!

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I made the mistake of clicking a YouTube link that my son sent me. Now, I can't get the screamo version of Crank That (Soulja Boy) out of my head. I'm disturbed that I like that version better than the original.

"Youuuuuuuuuuu!"

As Mentioned Elsewhere
A chick is not qualified to wear shoes from Frederick's until she's been Supermanned at least once.

...and that exhausts all Soulja Boy references for a year...or until he does something ELSE stupid (like release another CD)...whichever comes first.

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Sleeepy!

When I do finally fall asleep during the day, somebody or something invariably wakes me up. My consciousness is tattered right about now, though.

Where's Johny Sabatino?

Close your eyes and listen to this song ("Where's Johny Sabatino?"). You'll hear this...quiet desperation. He's not screaming...yet. But, his nerve is about to fail. He's at the end of his rope.

That's how I feel, right now.

There's a yawning chasm beneath me. Before I splatter all over when I hit bottom, there are lightning-fast monsters waiting to take chunks of my flesh. The rope that I'm holding onto is fraying and my strength is flagging. I'm trying. But, I can't get higher.

* * * * * * * * * *
I gotta get out.
I can't stay here.
* * * * * * * * * *

And, people have a morbid fascination with a person at the end of their rope. They stand just out of reach and yell helpful shit like, "Hold on!" (or, "Jump!")

Fuckers.

The horror in this for me is that every time I think I see a ray of hope...a hand reaching from the darkness to steady me...I come to realize that the issue is my fluctuating perceptions. The problem is what I think I see rather than the actuality of the situation. The hand reaching out of the darkness is somebody flailing about blindly on their own rope. The hand recoils swiftly lest I dislodge its owner into the abyss below. The thought doesn't occur to the owner of that hand that we could possibly help each other until after she slashes my grasping hand...or, worse yet, simply ignores me.

Beneath me, the monsters with quicksilver reflexes and razor-sharp smiles await with unblinking eyes. The logos of my creditors are branded on their sides. Only predators smile, after all.

* * * * * * * * * *
I gotta get out.
I can't stay here.
* * * * * * * * * *

Pysdauf? Gneau! Pysdon!

I'm fuch a sucking fucker.

Self-containment remains out of reach. Ugh! I can't even blame the Universe this time in some lofty reach for grandiosity. This shit's solely on my shoulders.

You sits the fuck down and you shuts the fuck up!

My turn...

I need food and sleep.

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• Counsel ≠ console. When I feel like being fussed at, I’ll let YOU know.

• If it ain’t important enough for you to leave a message, it ain’t important.

• Yes…I am!

• STFU! I got the mic!   <==

• ‘Heck’ is as much of a cuss word as ‘hell’. Stop fooling yourself. They’re both used as modifiers. You think that changing a couple letters is gonna fool God when the communicative thought is the same? “Bloody” is a cuss word in some places. “Puta” is foul in certain languages. “Scheisse” is in still others.  Since you censor your language, censor your thinking. Otherwise, you’re just wasting time.

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Happy anniversary to my parents! 42 years and they're still together. I love and appreciate the example of commitment that they've set for me.

Bilal

It is almost impossible to find all the tracks to the 1st Born Second CD in a format that can be shared. This was another classic R&B effort largely slept on by the (m)asses.

Game! Blouses!

I annoy myself when I don't listen to me.

Re:The Flow...

" Reply #8 on: September 22, 2002, 02:47:46 AM »

It would take an aggressive woman to interest me. I'm not even tryna hear "no" or "I like you for a friend, but..." ever again in life.

Re:The Flow...

" Reply #12 on: October 3, 2002, 12:59:23 AM »

This is the day the earth stood still!

Klaatu verada nikto, muhfukkaz!

I'm not ready for another 'anything'. There's entirely too much free-floating chaos entangled in my lifeline.

Ideally, one adult is not responsible for another's emotional well-being. Reality, being the bastard that it is, often makes one the focus of another's attentions. Having empathy above the level of a paramecium's puts you in the position of either having to be an asshole or responding to that person's demands, requests or desires. The scary/irritating thing about this is that once you start responding, you normally are expected to CONTINUE responding to suit.

Don't feel so put upon, though! You do the same thing to somebody else.

It's weird...women either like me for a friend or they wanna be my "person-to-call-in-case-of-emergency". That whole "fuckbuddy" concept just ain't happening, apparently.

Three Things...

08/21/2006 08:20:59

Three PHYSICAL Things about the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You:

1. Unconscious Femininity - when she does something thats just SO sensually female without it being a planned or intentional gesture

2. Athleticism - she doesnt have to be She-Ra, but if she can do some things its a plus

3. Reciprocated Attraction - I'm never pining over a woman who likes me for a friend, but...again in life

Country Livin' - Esthero

Country Livin' is one of the best musical efforts of the last 25 years. Everything came together on this CD except for the timing. Esthero should be a bigger name than Lady Gaga, Nicki Minaj and Taylor Swift combined.

Rainy Weather Mellow

Temper Temper

I'm not just the monster under your bed. I'm the beast in your closet. Nigga, I will fuck up your WORLD!

Temper! Temper! Nownow!

I want to wreck shop! I want to break some shit that shouldn't be broke...like somebody's arm. I want to sidestep somebody rushing me and hit them...HARD!!!

I'm sick to fucking death of this world!!! I'm sick of working twice as hard for half the reward. I sick of stupid niggaz and snotty bitches! I'm sick of stupid muthafukkaz being in a position to make their stupid choices achieve relevance! I'm sick of ex-wives and ex-husbands! I'm sick of people agitating me and then looking askance because I'm ready to pull their fucking arms off! I'm sick of not being able to afford training! I'm sick of restraining myself!

Mr. McGee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't LIKE me when I'm angry!



You don't have to worry! What's done is done!
Temper! Temper! Nownow!

eMotion

It's FRIDAY, fuckers!

*sip*

Piss uv da Gawdz!!!

I want...

My immaturity played a good part in the dissolution of my marriage. Two years after the final nail was put into that coffin, I can finally admit this openly. Don't get me wrong, there was a LOT of shit done to me that makes people shake their head and mutter "What the fuck..?" But, she wasn't the only asshole in that matrix of madness.

The difference is: I wanted to fix it. She didn't.

Water under the bridge now, eh? It should be. However, the scars from 17 years of not measuring up to this intangible bar...this standard...set for me have left indelible scars upon my psyche. I didn't even realize this until I started trying to move on.

I did not feel free to be myself for years. The things that I enjoyed got the tsk of disapproval from my ex. After a while, I compensated with a measure of dontgiveafuckededness heretofore unknown to modern man. Meh!

Now, when I sense that feeling of disapproval...when someone acts like I ain't shit because of what I like or what I want...then (*slice*) that's it. My emotional ties to that person sever almost instantly. I'm NEVER going to feel like I felt in those months leading up to my separation & divorce again, if I can help it. Is that wrong? So be it.

D o m e s t i c  S i l e n c e

*thinkin' more on this*

I'm too old to be lovesick. Fuck, man! Fuck...

I want...

OK...That ramble helped. That and the piss uv da gawdz restored apparent equilibrium. Resume the poker face. Get back to that space where I take life as it is rather than how it "should be". Feel what I feel, but give no outward indication.

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Politics suck! Highbrow monkeyshines performed by unintelligent ideologues and megalomaniacal misanthropes who've managed to parlay their madness into a working gig and supported by other fools who don't mind sharing a brain. But, have at it, apes!

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Scooter Store commercials are as goofy as Clapper commercials.

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I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out
Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth
Who can stop me? I told shorty I'ma shoot you papi
Caught him in the crapper with the clapper;
while he was doin caci
I'll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell
Either way I'ma lead the way, cause only time'll tell
I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary
I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries
There's no remorse - fuck these thug niggaz, show me the boss
Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin up North
I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein
So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem
I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there
No innocent bystanders to get hit with a spare
Like I really care who catches strays from the Mac
Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track
Nigga you wack - you ain't bringing nuttin for us
I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus
You can't ignore us, nigga you know how we roll
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole

-Big Punisher, Watch Those Lyrics

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...and, just like that: poof! He's gone...

Ugh! A Perspective on Current American Culture

Restating a rule that should be obvious: It doesn't matter WHO you actually sleep with and the gas situation is irrelevant; if you're a grown-assed man and you own & ride a fucking scooter (in traffic, no less), then you're FUCKING GAY!!! You might as well suck a dick and confirm it. 

Nigga, where's yo' 'stache?!? 

If you shave your head, then grow some facial hair. People need some relief from your unrelenting skull. Plus, that'll keep your head from looking like an oversized penis.

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Chick says she's a "political junkie" and she instantly gets crossed off The List.

MSNBC was unrelentingly White until it came time to discuss the Health Care Law. Then, when it came time to show who's responsible for the law, they trotted out some Congressional jigs, who obligingly made mention of the Civil Rights marches that they took part in with Mart'n Loofa Kang!

This system is so fucking disingenuous! I see why The Bible uses "the sea" when it metaphorically discusses people.

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Whose stupid idea was it that news- and sportscasters stand up in front of the camera? WTF, man? Are we supposed to notice that they have legs and then think that network is groundbreaking?

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2010s Newest Zoological Discovery: If you piss off a fucking WHALE, it just might kill you. Whales eat fucking sharks. Now, Sea World is treating the WHALE like it's crazy. LMAO@that! That fucker just got tired of White girls doing flips off of the tip of his nose. He was in the tank like, "Next one of these bitches that fucks with me is gettin' bit! Watch!" The other whales were like, "You ain't gon' do SHIT!"

I guess he showed them.

When are white folks gonna realize that they're made out of meat and stop playing with superpredators? Here's a general rule for you: ANY time you enter water deeper than your knees, you become part of the food chain. Some antelopes die of old age. That don't make 'em bad asses. That just means that they were faster than the fucker behind 'em. Leave them big assed animals the fuck alone, people.

Black folks die of hypertension, shootings and police beatings. White folks are dying of whale attack and stingray spearings. Roy Horne got fucked up by a tiger.

Michael Vick shoulda claimed self-defense. It's a fucking zoological conspiracy & shit.

LoL@that

...and, ladies, if you REALLY want a man (or, maybe it's: if you want a real man), stop buyin' them li'l assed dogs. They annoy men who don't drink testosterone.

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Somebody please tell me what the fuck is wrong with Gary Busey, DMX, and Gary Coleman.

DMX looked like a shoo-in to win this Battle of the Has Been Urban Artists. He called his dogs ("Where my...dogs..at!!!") and the pack attacked. But, Flava Flav was on the hype tip. He had a hype drink and took a big sip. He stopped time with his big assed clock necklace. Then, he had Red Sonja squirt saline from one of her rebuilt titties into DMX's eye and then decapitate him with her sword. Surprising win for the lower seeded rapper in the March Madness. Tevin Campbell fights Cisco in the next battle.

Todd Bridges decides 30 years after the fact to tell everybody that a dude fucked him in the ass. 

That's why he resorted to robbin' muhfukkaz. He needed a new rubber ring for his chair.

*shrug* Ionno! Maybe it's just me. I mean: I got kicked out of high school for throwing a desk at a dude who shot me in the face with a rubberband. I'm relatively sure that I would have KILLED somebody, if he'd fucked me in my ass.

And, since we're on the subject of anal rape, what do you think is gonna happen to the dude that let the King of Pop croak out when he gets to the big house? They're gonna use that fool as a pelvic trampoline. Do you think he knows that yet?

I don't need gaydar. It doesn't matter WHO a dude sleeps with, it'll never be ME. So, his orientation is irrelevant.

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America's last Vice President SHOT SOMEBODY IN THE GOTTDAMMED FACE! Americans are s'posed to be mad at this one because he said "fuck"? Really?

The right wing's spin doctors KEEP foot-to-Democrat-ass. You gotta give 'em that.

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I'm SICK of people! Can you tell? UGH!!!

Throwdown - This Continuum

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Caught between this great mortal divide
Not quite dead but still not quite alive 

(quite alive)
Now go... into the light
But I can't tell you
The reasons why

I'll never join you there
 I can't face this hell alone
Spiraling through This Continuum

...through this continuum...

....through this continuum

Cheating death ain't what it used to be
Agony is all that's left of me (left of me)
Now go... so far away
Cause I can't bear this
Another day

I'll never join you there

I can't face this hell alone
Spiraling through This Continuum

Time has taken all I've known
Smothering the life I used to love

All I've got is time... (4x)

Spiraling! (3x)

All I've got is time...

All I've got is time...

Spiraling!

(2x)

I can't face this hell alone
Spiraling through This Continuum

Time has taken all I've known
Smothering the life I used to love

In This Continuum 

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I love the way he seems to change gears with his voice. Right after he says, "I'll never join you there" close your eyes and downshift from third to first. Then: Imagine you're driving a high-performance sports sedan on a California coastal road with S-curves. Get it?

Son of a King

Diggy - Made you look Freestyle (Flow Stoopid) from Diggy Simmons on Vimeo.

Diggy comes off like a whiny brat on Run's House...but, he has more flow than a li'l bit, right here.