About Me

Yo man theres alota brothers out there flakin nd purpotratin but scared to kick reality
Thrust out of the cervix de ma mere on the 16th of january.
The bad blood's congealed in my shoes, so ima ditch them old blighters and buss a pair of fresh creps. treadin the globe, eyes flittin like strobe lights.
In a world where dreams are prescribed. Fantasy does not exist and all are confined to a life of scientific reactionism. We move for the programme, to uphold the system. In equilibrium we maintain an android state.
People are easily fooled, manipulated and fucked around with. If you believe politicians whose aims are, in essence, to gain power and control, then you should cut off your feet - you have no use for them.
You have to sometimes wonder what it's all worth. The trivialties; anger, resentment and bitterness consume us all. It should be our aim to let these things go.
When you hear your sanity knocking - don't answer his call.
"All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust."
- William Shakespeare (from Fidele)

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

cakemakers

cokesmokers

crackpackers

Music:

RAH music. Roni Size Jehst - tha monolithic head. SITAR music yungun (essa) the mars volta CAR music wiley any other griiiiime boy better know bout JME. JAH music sizzlah klashnekoff elevaTAH music common birdy nam nam

Movies:

La Haine changed my life. Requiem for a Dream made me crave self destruction The Transformers Movie rekindled my passion of metromorphic trons. Wayne's World helped me maintain metal hair for quite a while. and brought me and jackson that much closer. Alice in Wonderland is brutally amazing. Everything is Illuminated seriously.

Television:

ColumboBernard Black

Books:

ALL barring romantic novels and generally books written by women.

Heroes:

Bill Hicks

Dylan Moran Chandrasekhar and his limit All philosophers, artists, poets, theoretical physicists and pupeteers

My Blog

backwater's playground; the swing.

I have strayed off of the path once again. Now I tread the soil of the minds marshed back waters. The vines that grow from the dank loam confound the trees of Reason and suffocate the pours of Reality...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 09:59:00 PST

Emplore

my head rests upon her supple breast, as my soul stretches upon her chest.my breaths shorten, its time to impress.sweet caress as beauty begins to undress.intertwined like veins, we pulse of the same ...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 11:38:00 PST

the man without you

The lonely walk is, now, in baby steps. A crumpled figure imprints the mud, that's forever wet. Foundation; swallowed whole, submerged in brine. The last stand drops his heavy hand. Hid: ...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 01:34:00 PST

..;;--dd;;..

As autumn leaves began to decay deep in the wood. Mother earth opened the curtains to play. As she should. You stood in the pool, sky grey above, when I became a fool; naive in love. &nbs...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 10:06:00 PST

another.

i desire to retire from this place, wake up with a new face with another case and a strange taste, in my mouth. Alleviation from the drought, and a direction from a youthful sprout, drown out any bul...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 01:46:00 PST

unnamed as of yet.

A ripple of September, from the mist of forever. Dove's wings batter the air infront of your face. Your lips pursed for the first embrace, laced with sadness. Then the world spins; our genesis. The s...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 01:25:00 PST

liquid

A destiny; not found in the stars but found in shards of shattered glass that pass, into the veins time consumes never to divulge again. Liquification turns these shards to sand; transparency ...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 06:54:00 PST

the beast it groweth

A prelude to a mystery &nb...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 08:56:00 PST

its been a long sleeping

another sunny afternoon. its the same as all those long, hot, sticky days before. and there you are, sitting in that chair, a decrepit piece of crap glued together by those who know how. or atleast th...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Sat, 10 Dec 2005 04:45:00 PST

blaze out.

people please start listening to foreign beggars, and if you already do, much respect to you. they are the best british hip hop/i duno what. around. truely need some representation, and theyre gona be...
Posted by ill philth" "neurotic new romantic" on Sun, 20 Nov 2005 02:15:00 PST