26SidedCube

His sister is sorely lacking in the evolution department.

I guess I can see where you're coming from... if you were walking around and compulsively shoving it in your ass. For those of us who hold our beverages like a drink and not an accessory, it's not such a big deal.

Fucking awesome. Taco Bell is still the only chain fastfood that I'll eat. Usually I just fuck with rice from the Chinese spot.

I'm going to use your post a springboard to free-write, Fermentor, so don't take this as some b.s. long-winded attack on you. Your post just so happened to stir up some think. Sure, but I think that a 'media-saturated' culture is of nominal relevancy here. Feeling contempt for a society that one can't assimilate into, and wanting to eliminate as many members of that society as a result, is not a contemporary problem. Being able to kill sixteen people with sixteen squeezes of the index, however, is. Do you really think someone with such deep-rooted problems needs advertising to remind him that he feels like an 'outsider'? IMO: The problem isn't that Western(ized) cultures force you to assimilate into 'star-saturated' success-worship or live in squalor, as the choice to jump ship and live another way is always there if you want it badly enough. To me, it seems that the problem at hand lies in an inability to percieve, and deal effectively with, reality. The kid in question felt that he was living in a hateful, vindictive society where people craved more material success than they needed, and cared not for those that they 'rolled over' on their way to getting more. (While I can see how a confused twenty-something could percieve the world this way, I'm aware enough of the world around me to know that this is not the case 100% of the time, 100% of everywhere you go. Hell, not even 75%.) He felt that if he didn't live up to this way of life, or see the world as they did, he would be laughed at, alienated, socially crossed-out and left to live life alone. If he felt this was wrong, and didn't want to be a part of such a 'shallow' culture, he could have gone AWOL, and let those who were okay such a life deal with their moral dilemmas on their own time. Here lies the problem: He felt that their way of life was 'wrong' and, based on his actions, that he was in the 'right' for ridding the planet of people with such 'caustic' demeanors. Here is the reality: There is no 'right' or 'wrong' way to live a life, and no one is ever forcing you, through ambient means, to be something you do not want to be. There are ways that work for some people and other, different ways that work for other people, and other ways that work for other people still. If he felt that someone was denying him his happiness he should've mustered the gall to find it elsewhere. To turn around and end the lives of those who are finding their respective happiness is to act contrary to his premise - to be a hypocrite while swinging god's gavel, so to speak. In the end, this kid didn't understand something that's pretty basic to most people: That you can live a life however the hell you want to, so long as you're not denying others their happiness, and people (the ones that count, anyway) will be very accepting of you. This kid didn't realize that he was free to do whatever the hell he wanted with his life and as a result, felt trapped. And what does an animal do when it feels trapped? It fights back.

Re: At war with my morals. I don't know about your mom, but I know what I'd say to my kids if it were me who died of lung cancer: I'd tell you to take money because it was my decision to smoke, and not the evil tobacco lobbyists. Then I'd tell you that smoking is delicious.

I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying I play my cards shark style, kings and aces Welcome to New York the illest of all places I never bleed even through this plaza of greed You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh) I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers(?) tighter Them clown kids you dealt never belt I came around swift and got felt That champagne brand name style got melt My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace) Yo yo, Dont give me your swing I got mines and thats the thing Its not your swing Its mines and thats the thing So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings? All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings?

Check it out. I'm all bored at work so I'm going to take this time to ask you about rappers and shit. Well, one rap group in particular (because they're who I'm listening to right now). Where do you stand on Camp Lo? Me? I'm feeling a lot of their shit. Well, more of the shit off of Uptown Saturday Night and less of that newer shit. Why am I feeling their shit? I'm glad you asked. I'm feeling their shit because I don't think they give a fuck what they're saying, and that is something that I respect because I'd rather hear dudes having fun making really soulful shit than worrying about making perfect sense all the time. Sometimes I find myself listening to these guys and thinking 'You know, this is a perfect example of everything that is wack in rap music, but for some reason these guys pull it off.' Then I get all perplexed with an ill Chuck Brownson forehead and meditate on it (and shit). Seriously, though. I think dudes write mad patterns (on some oldschool rhythmic-rapping shit), make sure it's dripping with soul (see: flavor) and then fill in the exaggerated Wu slang later. Beings that they're from BX, and you're from BX, I wanna hear what you think of these dudes. Like, are they what would've happened if Outkast were from out your way? And, is it really okay to sound like a gameshow announcer on a track with the Esham of the Bronx? Should I feel shame for listening to this shit on and off since Luchini dropped? And does it creep you out that I've been hawking on shorty in the yellow t-shirt's myspace profile for like the past two weeks?

Re: VIRGINIA TECH SHOOTING HAS ANYONE SEEN THE MOVIE IDIOCRACY? IT'S LIKE ANY TIME SOMEONE TRIES TO STEP UP AND SUGGEST THAT SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH THE WAY WE'RE LIVING A BUNCH OF LOUD-MOUTH, ANGRY-MOB MENTATLITY, TOUGH-GUY, MOTHERFUCKERING JACK-OFFS STEP UP AND COMMENSE TO DROWN OUT THE VOICE OF REASON WITH WHOOPS OF EITHER 'FAGGOT' OR 'HIPPY'. REMEMBER THE CRUX OF THAT MOVIE? "DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LIVE IN THE KIND OF WORLD WHERE YOU KILL (OR AT LEAST GROSSLY IGNORE) THE PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING TO HELP YOU?" IT'S POSSIBLE TO BE SO STUPID THAT YOU REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT SMART PEOPLE ACTUALLY EXIST - WHAT'S SCARY IS THAT IT NO LONGER SEEMS TO BE THE EXCEPTION, IT'S THE RULE.

Life is an episode of South Park, huh guys?

Re: VIRGINIA TECH SHOOTING There's plenty of people out there fighting for, or at least trying to spread,"logic" and humanity. Pick up a book, walk across a college campus and talk to the 'nerds'. These are the people who are trying to save us from ourselves. Nobody gives a fuck because 'caring' isn't 'fun and shit, dog'.

Re: VIRGINIA TECH SHOOTING :lol: :lol: :lol: YOU'RE FUCKING NUTS, DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've had the same 2nd generation Ipod for 3-4 years now. No problems.

How many CaCashRefunds must be dissed?

My friend gave me 50 red bull for helping his mom move last week. I'm officially bracing for kidney failure. This stuff isn't so bad.

Re: do i want to cut the padding out of my new shoes, or not? Class!

Re: do i want to cut the padding out of my new shoes, or not? ^But those don't even have rocket boosters...

Re: do i want to cut the padding out of my new shoes, or not? It's all about finding that delicate balance between 'poofy' and 'narrow'. I hate lookind down at pointy shoes, or shoes that are so thin that they have to be laced so the adjacent eye-holes touch. AM90's are basiaclly the perfect shoe.

This is going to be kind-of general, but here's how I see it: Regardless of how dilligently we try to paint them otherwise, philosophers are subject to the same flaws, bias and egocentricities as the rest of the us. This should be fully understood before anyone ventures into filling their head with this stuff. To put it another way: No matter how absolute much of it may seem, the simple fact remains that philosophy is, at best, tedious guess-work for the hopeful. Hell, Socrates was vain enough to suggest the proper length for keeping one's fingernails. So pick your value systems and philosophies in accordance for what you think will work for you, and know that yours are just as big of a sham as the philosophies, or religions, that do not work for you. Then kick back, make a wish and watch it unfold.

^I think you wanted to say that JMT (and all similar groups) are nothing but buzzword, shock-value bullshit. And that being able to ride a beat doesnt' automatically make you a dope rapper. Especially when you sound like Oscar the Grouch.

Re: JACK THE HOUSE (ACID HOUSE) I hate to break it to you, but gathering in abandoned warehouses to 'dance' to 'house' hardly constitutes a 'passion'. Maybe I'm a dick, but I like to think that the term 'passion' should be saved for things that require a little more structure than dances lacking steps. That's like 'skateboarders' who never get past learning how to ollie, but love to make sure people know that skateboarding is their 'life'. And, when I think about it, I guess the same thing can be said about banging your dick on an electronic banjo and telling people you're 'passionate' about playing the guitar: "So, if you're all about the guitar, don't you think you should learn how to play a chord or something? Maybe learn about what makes the guitar mathematically possible?" "Dude, whatever! I'm PASSIONATE about playing the guitar! Who are you to judge me!? This is how I express myself!" Fucking assholes.

A guy I knew in highschool drove through a video store in reverse.

JEDI MIND TRICKS/SWOLLEN MEMBERS/NECRO = THE LOST MEMBERS OF ICP (IN SPACE AND READING THE QUR'AN)

Someone needs to do a rap record all about mexican food already. I'd be all over that shit.