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"THE EYES OF THE UNICORN" by Luis Royo
I can clearly remember the day we met. My slob of a husband introduced him to all our friends as his latest and most valuable acquisition, a great talisman that would convert his deteriorated sexual capacity into a never-ending fiesta of fireworks.
Getting used to his presence was easy. From the first day, with the air of a Greek sculpture, he occupied and brought sweetness to the centre of my bedroom, which was also my little universe. The changing light, shining in through the windows, adorned and caressed him.
He appeared as subtly different shades of color depending on the time when my eyes searched for his curves, from the electric blue bestowed on him by the pernicious, obscene moon to the reddish yellow reflections, which caressed him at dusk.
I got used to waking up in the presence of that beautiful eyeless body, to dress and undress in front of him, and imagine how he might see me, even without eyes, as I moved around the room. In time, I began to enjoy him watching me masturbate, and I invented eyes for him that would watch how the gross figure of my husband mounted me, or how I rode him. He became a necessity in my life; I needed him to be close as I put on my make-up and as I slowly dressed, trying to reveal my body little by little, a millimeter at a time.
As the days passed, I became more confident, walking up to him, sliding my fingers over the smooth cold surface of his skin, strong and deliriously attractive. With my skin needy of his caresses, I slowly approached his fingers, my heart racing, allowing myself to be swept into ecstasy, almost into unconsciousness, as I felt hundreds of orgasms thanks to his fingers, his knee, his whole anatomy. My breasts flattened again his beautiful form. I thought I would goo crazy as my thighs slid over his skin, my sex filled with liquid when it came into contract with that cold, attractive surface. My life now depended on his presence. I needed him daily, took my pleasure from him all the time and I lived every minute for him.
My husband, also delighted with his presence, said that he felt more virile since he was with us. While I lived for his presence and contact, for total pleasure from him during the day, at night, even without eyes, I knew that he was watching me while I was in bed with my elephant of a husband.
There was one part of his body that was particularly special for both of us - the horn in the middle of his forehead. The horn that I sucked, licked and took into the deepest part of my being. The same horn from which my husband scraped off and collected a fine powder, saying it was an aphrodisiac. He tipped it into his drink and took it every night, as if it were some kind of ritual. It was true that, wether by design or magic, my elephant of a husband had more energy to take me, and we made love for hours every night with the white glow of the moon on our skins and the electric light on his. Gradually, I began to need the nights as much as the days.
Every night I sought a different scene for battle, somewhere increasingly close to him, where he could hear my sighs, where he could sense my breath on his cold skin while the grease ball had me. In the mornings I repaid him with uncountable orgasms just for him.
Without noticing I managed to ensure that his skin was against mine while that tireless mastodon inundated the deepest parts of me. It was a great, new awakening of my instincts and my husband, who was also pleased with his presence, said that he felt more virile since we spent our nights so close to him. But I did not discover the enormity of the universe until one fateful night. While I moved around on the same old mountain of flesh, I noticed that my love's horn was rubbing against my buttocks, making them cold. My body felt full to bursting, completely dominated by the two beings that were my universe, at the same time.
I felt my elephant of a husband invade me with his fluids and, at the same time, the horn became warm, and also full of juices. I fell from an unknown cliff, an orgasmic and equally elaphantine precipice. When I returned, drenched in sweat, my eyes full of tears, I saw how my love was also watching me, but this time not with the eyes that I had imagined for him. The eyelids that had appeared as if by magic slowly revealed a warm, sweet gaze, filling the face of my loved one with life. That is when I discovered THE EYES OF THE UNICORN.
Influences: These are a few of the individuals that continue to influence the Hip-Hop Community!
Tupac Shakur grew up around nothing but self-delusion. His mother, Alice Faye Williams, thought she was a "revolutionary." She called herself "Afeni Shakur" and associated with members of the ill-fated Black Panther Party, a movement that wanted to feed school kids breakfast and earn civil rights for African Americans.
During her youth she dropped out of high school, partied with North Carolina gang members, then moved to Brooklyn: After an affair with one of Malcolm X's bodyguards, she became political. When the mostly white United Federation of Teachers went on strike in 1968, she crossed the picket line and taught the children herself. After this she joined a New York chapter of the Black Panther Party and fell in with an organizer named Lumumba. She took to ranting about killing "the pigs" and overthrowing the government, which eventually led to her arrest and that of twenty comrades for conspiring to set off a race war. Pregnant, she made bail and told her husband, Lummuba, it wasn't his child. Behind his back she had been carrying on with Legs (a small-time associate of Harlem drug baron Nicky Barnes) and Billy Garland (a member of the Party). Lumumba immediately divorced fer.Things went downhill for Afeni: Bail revoked, she was imprisoned in the Women's House of Detention in Greenwich Village. In her cell she patted her belly and said, "This is my prince. He is going to save the black nation."By the time Tupac was born on June 16, 1971, Afeni had already defended herself in court and been acquitted on 156 counts. Living in the Bronx, she found steady work as a paralegal and tried to raise her son to respect the value of an education.From childhood, everyone called him the "Black Prince." For misbehaving, he had to read an entire edition of The New York Times. But she had no answer when he asked about his daddy. "She just told me, 'I don't know who your daddy is.' It wasn't like she was a slut or nothin'. It was just some rough times."When he was two, his sister, Sekyiwa, was born. This child's father, Mutulu, was a Black Panther who, a few months before her birth, had been sentenced to sixty years for a fatal armored car robbery.
With Mutulu away, the family experienced hard times. No matter where they moved-the Bronx, Harlem, homeless shelters-Tupac was distressed. "I remember crying all the time. My major thing growing up was I couldn't fit in. Because I was from everywhere. I didn't have no buddies that I grew up with."As time passed, the issue of his father tormented him. He felt "unmanly," he said. Then his cousins started saying he had an effeminate face. "I don't know. I just didn't feel hard. I could do all the things my mother could give me, but she couldn't give me nothing else."The loneliness began to wear on him. He retreated into writing love songs and poetry. "I remember I had a book like a diary. And in that book I said I was going to be famous." He wanted to be an actor. Acting was an escape from his dismal life. He was good at it, eager to leave his crummy family behind. "The reason why I could get into acting was because it takes nothin' to get out of who I am and go into somebody else."His mother enrolled him in the 127th Street Ensemble, a theater group in the impoverished Harlem section of Manhattan, where he landed his first role at age twelve, that of Travis in A Raisin in the Sun. "I lay on a couch and played sleep for the first scene. Then I woke up and I was the only person onstage. I can remeber thinking, "This is the best shit in the world!" That got me real high. I was gettin' a secret: This is what my cousins can't do."In Baltimore, at age fifteen, he fell into rap; he started writing lyrics, walking with a swagger, and milking his background in New York for all it was worth. People in small towns feared the Big Apple's reputation; he called himself MC New York and made people think he was a tough guy.He enrolled in the illustrious Balitomore School for the Arts, where he studied acting and ballet with white kids and finally felt "in touch" with himself. "Them white kids had things we never seen," he said. "That was the first time I saw there was white people who you could get along with. Before that, I just believed what everyone else said: They was devils. But I loved it. I loved going to school. It taught me a lot. I was starting to feel like I really wanted to be an artist.By the time he was twenty, Shakur had been arrested eight times, even serving eight months in prison after being convicted of sexual abuse. In addition, he was the subject of two wrongful-death lawsuits, one involving a six-year-old boy who was killed after getting caught in gang-war crossfire between Shakur's gang and a rival group.In the late eighties, Shakur teamed up with Humpty-Hump (a.k.a. Eddie Humphrey, a.k.a. Gregory "Shock-G" Jacobs) and other Oakland-based rappers to create Digital Underground, a band intent on massive bass beats and frenetic, Parliament-Funkadelic-style rhythms. In 1990, the group released its debut and best album, Sex Packets, a pulsating testament to the boogie power of hip-hop, featuring two classic tracks, "Humpty Dance" and "Doowutchyalike." After an EP of re-mixes in 1991, D.U. released Sons of the P and, the following year, The Body-Hat Syndrome, all on Tommy Boy Records.In 1992, Shakur entered a most fruitful five-year period. He broke free of D.U. and made his solo debut, 2Pacalypse Now, a gangsta rap document that put him in the notorious, high-speed lane to stardom. That same year he starred in Juice, an acclaimed low-budget film about gangs which saw some Hollywood success. In 1993, he recorded and released Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z., an album that found Shakur crossing over to the pop charts. Unfortunately, he also found himself on police blotters, when allegations of a violent attack on an off-duty police officer and sexual misconduct arose. The same year, Shakur played a single father and Janet Jackson's love interest in the John Singleton film Poetic Justice.In November of 1994, he was shot five times during a robbery in which thieves made off with $40,000 worth of his jewelry. Shakur miraculously recovered from his injuries to produce his most impressive artistic accomplishments, including 1995's Me Against the World, which sold two million copies, and the double-CD All Eyez on Me, which sold nearly three million. As his career arc began a steep rise toward fame and fortune, Shakur was shot (most say suspiciously) and killed after watching a Mike Tyson fight with Death Row Records president Marion "Suge" Knight. Though his death was a jolt to his fans and the music community, Shakur himself often said that he expected he'd die by the sword before he reached thirty.Following his passing, Shakur's label released an album, The Don Killuminati, under the pseudonym "Makaveli." The cover depicted Shakur nailed to a cross under a crown of thorns, with a map of the country's major gang areas superimposed on it. In January of 1997, Gramercy pictures released Gridlock'd, a film in which Shakur played the role of a drug addict to mostly good reviews. His final film, Gang Related, was released in 1997, and Death Row is said to have several unreleased recordings in the vaults for potential future release.
Christopher Rios A.K.A. Big Pun. Born on November 9th, 1971. Pun lived in The Bronx, New York. He died on February 7th of 2000 due to heart failure. Pun was best known as the Super-sized Latin rapper...
Big Punisher's debut album Capital Punishment and the single "Still Not a Player" were big hits in 1998, making him the first solo Latin rapper ever to go platinum. He joined other Latin rappers in the group Terror Squad, which released a self-titled album in 1999. Big Pun was a huge man, his weight reportedly varying between 450 and 700 pounds.
He died of a heart attack at age 28. Rest In Power Big Pun!
Born in a military hospital in South America, Immortal Technique was brought to the United States in the early 80's while a civil war was breaking out in his native Peru. The US supported puppet democracy and Guerilla factions were locked in a bitter struggle which ended like most do in Latin America, with the military and economic aid of the State Dept. through channels like the CIA. Although he had escaped the belligerent poverty and social turmoil of life in the 3rd world, he was now residing in Harlem which had its own share of drama. Growing up on the streets of New York, the young man became enamored with Hip Hop culture, writing graffiti and starting to rhyme at an early age. Although he frequently cut school and ended up being arrested time and time again for his wild behavior, the kid still managed to finish high school and got accepted to a state university. Unfortunately the survivalist and aggressive attitude that was the norm in New York City caused him to be involved in more violent altercations at school, whether it was with other brothers, false flaggers or the relentlessly racist population of an uncultured Middle America.
Compiling multiple assault charges in New York State and in other states eventually caught up to the uncompromisingly hardheaded actions of one Immortal Technique. He faced several charges for Aggravated Assault in the tri-state area. Realizing his inevitable incarceration, Technique began to prolifically write down his ideas about what he had lived and seen in the struggle back at home in relation to his visits back to his native land. He came to embrace his African roots that stemmed from his grandfather and understood the nature of racism and ignorance in its role in Latino culture, separating oppressed peoples and keeping them divided. He also began to study in depth about the Revolutionary ideas that had caused a history of uprising in the indigenous community of his Native South America. Although pressured to turn states evidence before and during his bid, he refused the DA and lawyers. He was facing a 5-10 stretch, but the hiring of a pittbull attorney helped him compile the cases without turning snitch like his co-defendants. The result was a 1-2 year sentence in the mountains, 6 hours away from the city. There Technique studied, worked out vigorously, began to document his lyrics, and create songs. Besides the creation there was destruction, and the fights were nothing compared to the verbal battles that he engaged in occasionally. This proved to be a foreshadowing of what was to come...
Technique...
Paroled in 1999, Immortal Technique returned to NYC and began a campaign to claim victory to what he had discovered he had a talent for; battling. One of the rites of passage in establishing oneself in the Hip Hop community is following in the steps of those who made their name in lyrical warfare before you. Immortal Technique quickly became known throughout the underground. His brutally disrespectful style was trademark, and it was not long until he had won countless battles not just on stage and in clubs, but on the streets whenever a random cipher would pop up. From Rocksteady Anniversary, to Braggin Rites, SLAM DVD's and hookt.com's infamous battles, he established himself as someone who could captivate a crowd and who people looked forward to seeing. But it was then that Technique realized what every battle champion had come to terms with before him, battles was just that, battling, and not synonymous with success at making music. Turning his eye to production and touching up some of the songs he had written in prison he now focused on trying to get an album together, but major labels wanted a more pop friendly image and were uncomfortable with his hardcore street style that was complemented by his political views. In response to their lack of vision, Immortal Technique left the battle circuit and released his critically acclaimed Revolutionary Vol.1, which at first moved 3000 copies, but to date has moved more than 12,000. This earned him Unsigned Hype in the Source (11/02) and numerous articles in Elemental & Mass Appeal.
Primo...Christopher Edward Martin (born March 21, 1966), better known as DJ Premier (Premo/Primo/Preem as his fans, fellow musicians and critics call him sometimes), is a prominent American hip hop producer and DJ, and the instrumental half of the duo Gang Starr, together with MC Guru on the lyrical side. Contrary to popular belief, DJ Premier is not a founding member of Gang Starr. Following an invitation by Guru, he joined the 1987-founded group in 1989. Originally from Houston, he has lived in Brooklyn, New York virtually his entire professional career.
He was introduced to DJing while attending school at Prairie View A&M in Prairie View, Texas. DJ Premier's original stage name was Waxmaster C, the "C" taken from his first name, Chris, although he had already changed it to DJ Premier at the time he joined Gang Starr. He chose the name "Premier" because he wanted to be the first to do what he did
Besides co-producing most of the Gang Starr catalog with Guru, DJ Premier has created countless tracks for many groups and solo artists since the early 90's. These include notable tracks for artists such as Jay-Z ("D'Evils", "So Ghetto", "Bring It On"), Common ("The 6th Sense"), Big L ("The Enemy", "Platinum Plus"), The Notorious B.I.G. ("Unbelievable", "Ten Crack Commandments"), Nas ("N.Y. State of Mind", "N.Y. State of Mind Part II", "Nas Is Like", "Represent", "Come Get Me", "2nd Childhood"), Pitch Black ("It's All Real"), M.O.P. ("Downtown Swinga", "Anticipation", "Breakin Tha Rules", "New Jack City"), Jeru the Damaja ("Come Clean", "Me or the Papes"), KRS-One ("MC's Act Like They Don't Know", "Outta Here"), Mos Def ("Mathematics"), Non Phixion ("Rock Stars") and Royce Da 5'9" ("Boom", "Hip-Hop").
However, some of Premier's most lauded non-Gang Starr productions have been his collaborations with lesser known artists. With MC Jeru the Damaja, Premier crafted one of the East Coast's landmark albums in The Sun Rises in the East, released in 1994, and Wrath of the Math, Jeru's 1996 sophomore effort. Another record packed with Premier productions, Group Home's Livin' Proof, although overlooked at the time of its 1995 release, has since come to find similar acclaim. Both Jeru and Group Home were tutored in MCing by Premier's Gang Starr partner, Guru.
Though almost exclusively a hip-hop producer, DJ Premier collaborated extensively with jazz musician Branford Marsalis's experimental group, Buckshot Lefonque, for their debut album. He also recently found himself in the pop world, producing five tracks for Christina Aguilera's album Back to Basics, which included the first single off the album; Ain't No Other Man in 2006. Other non hip-hop artists that appear in Premier's production credits include big names such as Limp Bizkit, D'Angelo and Craig David.
Premier has remixed numerous songs for artists around the world, both inside and outside of the hip-hop realm. He has worked with artists from Russia, Japan, England, Canada, and has even produced a track for former porn star Heather Hunter.
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