thread for crowley's wu tang clan opinions and stories

luka

Well-known member
"he came on here giving it all the big i am and when we called his bluff all you could hear were the excuses"
 

luka

Well-known member
protect your neck
cream
4th chamber
verbal intercourse
wu gambinos
shadowboxin
bring the pain
guillotines
all that i got is you
snakes
 

craner

Beast of Burden
Ok, quick KP 10:

BIBLE
From Then Till Now
One Step
Atoms to Adam
Clyramids
Street Opera
New Reality
Quantum Spirit of Creation
C U When I Get There
Maccobean Revolt
 

sadmanbarty

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nice like citizen's advice when i touch the mic
in 2 oh oh 4, stll backed the iraq war
neo-conservative, that's the word for it
have you heard of it, kicked to the curb with it
but i degress, refresh,
welsh tigress, empress, complement her dress
i'm starting to regress, cause she's not 25 yet
 

luka

Well-known member
craner you gota do a verse for him now or everyone will say youre soft and you backed out the clash
 

sadmanbarty

Well-known member
zizi's in cardiff where i sparked it
we split the bill, halved it
took her to the farmers market
disastrous, heartless, don't know who my father is?
sun ra did, a drummer better than any other
could play jungle with one hand while changing the douvet covers
 

luka

Well-known member
tell him craner

my yoot dont act rude
i had a big blog before you had pubes

dont let him get away with it. stand up for yourself lol
 

luka

Well-known member
im teetotal. when you were his age youd already written a time for fear. famous blogger. no need act humble. you were precocious once lool
 

luka

Well-known member
As for good shoes, that's not simply a right, it's a duty. The problem with Western democracy is that finding a good pair of shoes involves a kind of quest, and a mortgage. It's the sort of detail that Thomas Paine did not forseee. All shoes should be good! All commodities should be good quality, because that's their only justification (dialectical materialism, by the way). This is not a question of taste: it's a question of craft and personal dignity. It's not that I'm opposed to sandals, flip-flops and espadrilles (except when worn off the beach); it's just that I am opposed to, say, leather loafers that start to lose their colour after a month. Leather's not supposed to lose it's colour. Hair is, but not leather.

I have a modern outlook; I suppose you could say I'm against the forces of reaction (strict Marxist critique, obviously). I don't necessarily concur with Norman Mailer's utter distaste for plastic, for example. Ambivalence is sacrosanct, nevertheless there's something elemental about plastic. It's the only man-made substance that has the longevity of rock, and maybe exceeds that. Its capacity for immortality demands a certain basic respect. Another example: litter infuriates me, but I'm also impressed by its persistence. In an empty world light years into the future there will still be Top Shop bags and empty cans of Vanilla Coke scraping the ruined pavements of Oxford Street. It will be the final triumph of trash. Another thing: helium balloons that escape the hands of upset children. For some reason, millennia from now, I imagine empty skies full of drifting balloons. Then I feel humbled, as if God had just pushed me off a chair.

Air travel is the great joy of now. If you ever see me on a plane you won't, because my face will be stuck to a window. I'll be dribbling with joy. "Clouds! The sea! A flock of geese!" Really, it's pathetic. But I'm not ashamed. Should a plane I was on be hijacked, I wouldn't notice until the very last moment. On a plane, I have no concept of death. A surge of immortality colonises my soul. I'm like Leonardo da Vinci on a night flight. It's my only genuine moment of vision. Flying to New York last March, I watched the sun set, and felt truly omnipotent. "I'm Icarus, but you won't melt my wings!"

craner at bartys age
 
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