| Author |
Message |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 12:41 pm: |   |
Keep it locked....on WHP, Ypsi's all whiteass hip-hop and R+B.
Tickets to JayZ coming up in the next owah. |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 12:40 pm: | |
This is how we roll it. |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 12:38 pm: | |
He's a little sumpin' bout a prosthesis like me,
never should's been let out the elementary,
H-P would like to say that I'm a lazy motha'
fucka' from around the way...
...with a right, left, right, left, you're toofless and then you'll say GODDAMN DEY ROOFLESS... |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 12:30 pm: | |
Rythm, man, check out the rythm. |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 12:14 pm: | |
That din't flow real well. |
Louched_Liver
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 12:13 pm: | |
Shut
The
Fuck
Up |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 9:01 am: | |
SO ARE YOU UP TO THE TIDES RUN THRU AND I LOVE YOU AND ILL BE DANCING SUNSHINE UP WELL AU NATURAL FROM KNOWLEDGE OF LOVING KINDNESS TO THE CROWD FROM YOU AND YOURE DANCING SO AND I LOVE YOU AND I BE INTO THE CHILD IN YOU IN ANY KIND OF STYLE ARE YOU NO GETTING SANE THEY SO THAT YOU KNOW SO CAVES I TRAVEL INTO THE ATMOSPHERE OLD SCHOOL TRADITIONAL UP TO THE FRESH FIELDS LETS BOLT OUT THERE |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 8:41 am: | |
Morrisey flys along side Santa in his sleigh of acidic pulp,
with Ray Ban spectacle and Hornrim Horror,
under shade of paper parasols and polaroid pictures of the inner sanctum,
carrying an empty flask and sharing a toast of air,
to the tune of, wee wee wee wee wee wee wee DIRTY wee wee wee wee wee FILTHY,
If I go to bed with you Tom if I make love to you,
IT'S A WEDNESDAY MORNING 12:02 12:02 12:02... |
Admin
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 8:29 am: | |
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won't cry)
-MORRISEY |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 1:52 am: | |
Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
-MORRISON |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 1:45 am: | |
SHE SIGHS
DONT GO
I LOVE YOU |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 1:39 am: | |
SHES OUT THERE |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 1:30 am: | |
...feel the groove "G" ...bust a move... |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 1:30 am: | |
snap, snap, snap, snap, |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 1:22 am: | |
SO ARE YOU UP TO THE TIDES RUN THRU AND I LOVE YOU AND ILL BE DANCING SUNSHINE UP WELL AU NATURAL FROM KNOWLEDGE OF LOVING KINDNESS TO THE CROWD FROM YOU AND YOU'RE DANCING SO AND I LOVE YOU AND I BE INTO THE CHILD IN YOU IN ANY KIND OF STYLE ARE YOU NO GETTING SANE THEY SO THAT YOU KNOW SO I TRAVEL INTO THE ATMPOSPHERE OLD SCHOOL TRADITIONAL UP TO THE FRESH FIELDS LETS BOLT OUT THERE |
Marccampbell
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 12:19 am: | |
talk about green fairy. |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Saturday, April 6, 2002 - 12:13 am: | |
Little buddy is down for the count. |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Friday, April 5, 2002 - 11:54 pm: | |
BRISK |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Friday, April 5, 2002 - 11:51 pm: | |
free verse, Amnesiac. Don't let semantics bog you down... flow man, flow... |
Gettingsane
| | Posted on Friday, April 5, 2002 - 11:48 pm: | |
THE BARE TALL TREES BRANCH
ABOVE WATERFALLS
CASCADING A HUNDRED HUES
INTO THE SPRINGPOOLS BELOW
WHERE TROUT SHONE MOTTLED
AGAINST THE MURKY STREAMBED
WITH THE BRAZEN CHORUS OF SONGBIRDS
ALIVE IN THE GROVE
SINGING SONGS OF GENTLE HARMONY
REVERENT AND RITUALIZED |
Amnesiac
| | Posted on Friday, April 5, 2002 - 11:45 pm: | |
Kick me ass, mate?
I think not.
Holly berries,
christmas trees (evergreen and all),
not a thing can stop the masses of
Christian Zombie Vampires (My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult)
Umm...
Right on. |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Friday, April 5, 2002 - 11:44 pm: | |
Bring me your bored, your wired, your drunken masses,
I'll lure them in and kick their asses... |
Amnesiac
| | Posted on Friday, April 5, 2002 - 11:43 pm: | |
I'm really going to bed now. I'm sorr I cnt y up and play.
SHit, man, I feel so dumb. drunk and werint. writing. Not a goo d combo. Shite.
Well, ummm....
Free verse...
seven deep sea sharks...
drinking bllood of the ancients...
ancestors forever living on...
eat the frenzy of the worst hurricane...
goodbye my god... |
Amnesiac
| | Posted on Friday, April 5, 2002 - 11:40 pm: | |
Hahah. La Fee is shite, man. But it screwed me darned hed up real good.
Gotta say- fun, fun, fun, till daddy takes the T-Bird away.
Beach Boys rock!!!!
Head- love ya man.
Goodnight. |
Head_Prosthesis
| | Posted on Friday, April 5, 2002 - 11:36 pm: | |
The floor is all urine, pee pee... |
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