01 March 2011

i need to bring something to your attention

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I am not so sure that anyone in Libya was really that unhappy.... I'm trying mightily to stay off the pushbutton revolution circuit, not fall for it and not knock myself out to sniff down every last whiff of evidence to present to you that things are NOT as they seem to those in consensus trance, those listening to the bleatings from headlines anywhere and any way they seep into any aspect of consciousness... usually functionally subliminally. I want to remind you that we are no longer a nation of people who will leap to discern this sort of thing. I want to confess to you that one of my favorite sites has so bitten into this Spreading Democracy 2.0 crap that I cannot even bear to click-in to look at the blather... from a really intelligent bunch....

Don't mistake my avoidance of losing my cookies for apathy, that's all.


Give the money to WikiLeaks for blowing the whistle and for causing the controllers to start pushing buttons to distract us utterly from WikiLeaks and Bradley Manning, before our heads stop spinning.
The celeb-studded shows were part of the extravagant lifestyle of the dictator's sons, whose splashy parties and out-of-control spending have angered their countrymen, many of whom wallow in poverty as the Gadhafi clan benefits from the country's oil riches.
Yeah, well, if they think ousting their goofball dictator and his over-the-top sons is going to improve things, they're in for a shock.

love, 99


  1. Sheesh, no one gets their tunes from the radio.

    Let's begin
    Asalaam alaikum, people of good will
    I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill
    to finally reveal the open-end chapter
    As real as the flesh that you're embodied in
    to the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in
    And there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve
    the course of course I'm cordial when I'm reportin
    I won't distort, I don't contort
    connect conduct collect console or conceal
    In full control of the roll of the wheel
    My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science
    Omitting defiance with the high-tech mic check
    The buttons that flashed I pushed for absolute
    destruction your structure is lifted from the ground
    The foundation mound is broke, so you float around
    I'm embedded in what is known as beat
    Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete
    In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump
    rapidly, heart rate, happily marched
    I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts
    I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow
    .. but it ain't the same though, yo
    The tried and true pros are chasing fool's gold
    sliding through holes, like small rodents
    It's obviously, evident my embellishment
    peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
    Cause Big Ace is the spinner, in the, center
    Inventor, and I plan to be a winner meaning
    I'll be in inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
    overseas hearin oversees more, than the eye can
    I stand, limited primative, sentimentalist, escapist
    The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid
    I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot
    I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit
    Not inhibited, not even a little bit, when I'm inclined
    My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
    and you can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
    My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline
    You can play the sideline, ride rhymes in your spare time
    cause I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose
    And we have only touched on the surface of the serpent
    Consider me part of the dust, in the dusk
    I must collect the samples from the rust
    Penetrate the crust then trust no living
    Driven by the sonic, language passion
    Your ashes spark the flashes, of the neon
    from be-yond, what kind of planet could I be on?
    I don't know, but I'ma be on, for eons, and eons
    While many think that they can never play out
    Get trapped in a timeframe, and never find their way out

  2. I stay off the dramatization, and I balance
    Always seeking the challenge, to show the world
    the incredible talents, I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces
    Worthlessness is just, half of the problem
    I read the greek kid, I did every column
    I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum
    WHYLUM style em, until they get to hit the target
    I mark it on the bullseye, of flies
    and the buffalo wing in the sky
    My architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground
    I suggest that you warn your town
    I inhabit the oxygen, mark off the memory
    You will never forget to remember the lone wolverine
    marine biologist machine with the verbal
    Internal mind fertile, foot, over hurdle
    Tight, like Godel, and my word'll be the last
    I incubate, every other millineuim
    I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of em
    I am potent, untraceable
    No color no odor no taste no replaceable parts
    No heart, no head just a carcas
    The darkest days come, right before the light
    I watch my watch and stand right before the mic
    By the powers, vested in me, I digested MC's
    food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and swung
    Then stood stiff, as if, I was on a cliff
    Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks
    When I walk my footprints end in cement
    I am not practical, nor am I unusual
    Nor am I oblivious to, hideous crimes
    Every city is captured and trapped in my mind
    Given the spinal tap, as the final rap climbs
    My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
    You can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
    My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
    You can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
    Cause I have become the night owl on the prowl
    Master of the freebin pile style
    Cause I'm, om-nipotent
    I'm, some, government experiment that is out of control
    I'm from some big black hole
    I square up, select, and rec'd, every tangle
    I flare up, and you can try, any angle
    Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda
    then I'm, octa-gone in the wind with the pollen


  3. C. now ur rockin'.


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