The novelty has worn off. This young thug is nothing but a cigarette thief.
THIS IS REVERSE ANIMAL CRUELTY. That bastard stole my menthol. Bibbey The Beetle and me tongue kissed later. It stung. Was it love? Maybe it was just poison from the pincers. Is there a difference between love and poison? I don’t know. But I love beer’s and cigarettes.
Bibbey is of the Earth. This is his favorite song.
Found this old song. It was right where I left it.
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This is the cover to a note book I wrote poetry in over the summer.
One time a bee flew between the cover and the first page, so I squished him, then glued him there, and named him for his sacrifice.
Listen to this song and you’ll really understand the name.
Want to get back into playing music. It will sound like these four songs combined.
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Haven’t been able to get enough of this shit lately. DEATH GRIPS. EX-MILITARY. Raw. You can check out some of there music by clicking the image below. If you scroll down there is a free download of the album too. Get that. Death Grips.
Just got this book on Leadbelly today from the library. I once did a report on him for school. All I wrote was this.
“He slept with a bunch of white girls. Moved to New York, knifed a bunch of people and then died.”
We’ll see how accurate I was. I got an A so I can’t see how I could be wrong. I also wrote the report in blood, so maybe the mark was just favouritism, anyways, what the fuck does Mrs. Scott know anyhow? She doesn’t know shit. Me neither.
I shot this video of some friends rehearsing in Montreal. KUBA CAIN instrumental. Their first show is coming up soon. Their opening for The Clipse.
I just read an ODB bio. It wasn’t great (written by a hippy white girl from B.C.) but here are a few quotes/statements from it.
“I have no feelings towards the future because feelings are emotions and I don’t have those.”
Unidentified associate regarding ODB (near the end of his life.)
“Dirt was on pills for schizophrenia or multiple personality syndrome, I’m not sure which. He would get scared of stuff, there was a gay ghost that always fucked with him named Christoph.”
An old manager on ODB.
“Before Wu-Tang signed they were performing at corporate events for executives. There was one event at a retirement home in Connecticut where ODB came out with a stocking mask pulled over his face and singing ‘Over the Rainbow’ as loud as he could.”
“Notorious ain’t dead. Tupac ain’t dead. They exist within me…I went to the next dimension and I saw a poet in the land of nobody.”
“I’m too good looking to be in magazines for free anymore.”
Robert Shapiro on defending ODB.
“He’d come into court with two different shoes, labels with price tags attached, but still looking neat and clean. The judge actually liked him. Some days he showed up to court so loaded, with his hand up to his ear and talking to himself, just having a full conversation by himself. One time he had his hat on backward, had on two different shoes, and he stood with his back to the judge with his hat facing the judge as if he was looking at the judge. And the judge still liked him.”
Another lawyer on defending ODB.
“It was tough to maintain a “not guilty” plea after ODB fell asleep, then stared blankly at a female prosecutor and asked her “Do you find me horny?” and then shouted at the same prosecutor “SPERM DONOR!” while he picked his nose.”
“Hey Daily News, tell New York, ‘Fuck them’ and tell the world, ‘Fuck them too’.”
“You know, the whole fuckin’ world is after me. Y’all know, I’m still surrounded, I’m going to become a bird, and live on birdseed, you’ll see motherfuckers, you’ll see. Y’all better leave some birdseed on your windowsills, because I may be flying by your home.”"
“I don’t like going back in history, because then I’m exploring the Devil. He likes to climb mountains and go all up into our bodies and learn what type of frequencies we got, and what type of frequencies he can make, to cancel out our frequencies. It’s fucked up when you got a helicopter over your head almost every day. People all on your back. Every time you turn around, somebody’s winking at you, or there’s a white man in a car or a black suited guy in the car looking at me. Every day I see the same cars, and different days, there’s different cars. It’s kind of scary. That’s all, man. I don’t like it. I’ll be staying in the house sometimes. I’m tired of this shit. This is what happens to me every day. They came up to me personally and told me who they was-they work for the government-and that they tried to kill me three times already. I’m just tired of this shit, for real, I want peace. I don’t want no war, and that’s all they’re about it seems like. That’s all they do: plot, scheme, and scam. Not only me, they’re going to try to kill my kids. Every body thinks it’s a fucking joke and funny. It ain’t happenin’ to the rest of them niggas, the Wu Tang members. It’s only happening to me. They think it’s a joke. This shit is real. That why I ain’t happy to get on the phone just to be talkin. If I die, the CIA killed me. That’s real.”
NEW SONG. NEGATIVE FORCES.
Drew, Hart, Lord Gord.
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