We are on parade. The highest levels of lip service.Big Dicks, Big Tits, Big Trucks, Big ass TV's Big is a way of lifeThe world is watching us consume. The world is watching us destroy.There is no such thing as environmentally friendly. Thats a fucking oxymoron. Some back door action, guilt complex, booty on the side, punk ass justification. Lessening your imprint? and for what. If you drive a subaru or an escalade your ass is still driving. Might as well feel good with your mistress.Shit comes and shit goes its that easy...The Consumer Index, We are on parade.Remember this. %
Ass kickers, creatives with focus and some sense of urgency. I hate cliches and that especially goes for artist types, I dont have time for suckas... As I was saying I'm open to pretty much any creative endeavor, hit me up and lets make this world a better place. I enjoy collabo's I feed off of the creative energy, so if you wanna make some moves shoot me a line.View All Friends | View Blog | View Pics | Add Comment
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Some prefer the figurative translation to everyday meanings, its cool because a buffer to the literal is like riding on oxycontin, Literally.About the Kill Box, there are certain zones that we have been conditioned to ReCognize, places where we should exercise caution. We have all had our Boaz and Jachin of which we have respected our through-fare (figuratively); and even as individuals attempt to deface the Pillars (literally) one comes to realize that the Kill Box lies not between manmade constructs (figurative and literal) that can be opened and closed by some manipulator / facilitator. No, the true Kill Box is omnipresent, always on, never off. Proceed with caution...Remember this. %
Recently I was summoned to a place, summoned to speak upon things vaguely familiar, summoned to speak upon familial trust, and as I spoke with my counsel at my side, in this predisposed engagement area:speaker phone, recorders, long tables, and leather chairs.I saw the sentinels, the sentinels of those who wished to deny me and mine of this trust. I saw those who wished to make my interrogation a facade, those who whished to intimidate via the settings. And while many a strategist will say that victory comes to those who are prepared, one must never overlook the settings of the environment no matter how much they are in your favor...So as the inquisition took place and those who wished to ask questions both present and not proceeded, I began to change the effect of the "setting".Most interrogations follow a simple premise; The indirect leads to the direct; you set up the environs which allow you to envelop that which it is that you desire.So in the middle of my deposition I asked one of the sentinels If he understood why people jump from burning buildings, shocked by my apparent "out of the blue" inquiry he replied no.So I followed with;I was thinking about that as well, especially since there are only two exits in this room and if the building was on fire both of those would result in death. He looked perplexed and said "No sir there is only one exit in this room".This is when the room got quiet... and I said so If I was the fire that was blocking the only exit in this room would you die in my grasp?His response: No I would take my chances out the window. Me: So then there are 2 exits... Him: Well since you put it that way, ok there are two exits Sensing the shift in the room my inquisitors then asks well what would you do... So I said, running from death is a fools task, facing the flames or leaping to your own demise still leaves you with the same result. Death, but to answer your question in this instance when the overall intent cannot be changed by my own actions, I would face the challenge head on with all of my fury, every bit of my will. His response: So you would walk thru the door? Me: I think thats obvious...Shaken, my inquisitor no longer maintained the arrogance brought about by his surroundings, and his position, and his numbers, or his distance. The sentinels as well as those on the phone far away learned something that day.There are no exits... %
The purest form of ownage is manifested in the moment, the way, the force, its the qualia, the structural couplings that link us to reality, link us to our souls. True ownage occurs when a subjects regime comes under a a sudden violent, comprehensive, absolute change. Usually leading to a reboot, the literal CTRL, ALT, DEL.The mind, the true inhibitor knows of ownage, its the reason we are equiped with certain natural means to aid us in the event of its appearance. It prepares us for that split second before you get fucked, the few helpless moments before you shit your pants, and it is precisely these moments that let you know you aint ready. Its complete, undisputed, visceral, its ownage...H4t3r$ G3t pwnd
They give you glimpses into the format. Passing moments of flippancy, my mother and I'm sure many others called it being a smart ass. The structure, the architecture, the parameters are given to you. Right straight smack in the face, amidst all of the clutter, all of the noise, taunting your blindness. Such audacity should not go unpunished. Remember this…3X Saddam,Friend, Foe, Fucked.Imposed to stop the spread of another ideology.Bitch got greedy.Ass whuppin ensues?Hollywood elevator pitch, history 101 (Saddam shoulda stopped burning those books, or was that Hitler?). Anyways why do all of our "Villains" look like morphed out Orwellian/Zamyatin knockoffs?How you gonna loose a country? This is some serious Columbian ownage. A long time ago somebody already knew the outcome of this scenario:We'll put this goon in to stop this -----> (%) Why? Because we can control him---->(!) What if? Then we remove him-----> (#) For what? Don't ask stupid questions------> ($)Ownage, Recidivism, Regime Change. Go study now.Friend, Foe, Fucked.3X Saddam
This is the result of great minds coming together, Blair Black, Naro%. Of my many collabo's my work with BB always comes to the front, his work compels me to elevate my own production, many layers one pool of energy.