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omegaremix · 6 months ago

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Sunday Records, 2022.

It’s early June and I’m in the middle of eleven days off from work. I cannot tell you how stunning these last few weeks have been for me. For the first time in a long time I’ve been feeling great about many things. I have been at the top of my game. Relaxed, tranquil, and level like never before. I went to Sacred Bones’ 15th Anniversary and experienced a feeling like no other. I’ve met a few friends from the alternative-music circle whom I haven’t seen in years. I’ve been tasked to do an amazing amount of summer radio shows at WUSB. The Roman goth girl who’ve I’ve been in contact with since February taught me to face my fears, to not be afraid of bad news, and see the greatest, truest value in people. It’s not even halfway to June and I feel something great is yet to happen.

I’ve been spending money on music without worry. It’s a winner-take-all tour of Long Island’s record stores and at this point I’ve hit up three so far with astonishing results. Sunday Records would be my fourth on the list to visit and it had to be. It’s my only Sunday off in the foreseeable future and, still true to its name, only opens on that one day. I didn’t have a choice, did I? It took me only 30 minutes to get there and closing time was 5PM. It’s 2PM as I walked through those doors so I had three hours to Autobahn it through the entire store. No shelf or rack was left unsifted by me.

The layout of Sunday Records hasn’t changed one bit. Nothing’s re-arranged. Upper wall racks of 7” singles and 45’s hovered above the 12” vinyl bins. There was a maze of LP’s front to back, side to side, and in the middle. What also hasn’t changed was the owner’s system of classifying records unique to the store. If not a genre, it’s chart position, week, and radio station. Brian (the owner) was obsessive to detail and nostalgic like that. Then again, so am I.

There’s a section on the front left side of the entrance. It’s where the electronic, dusty classics, and un-priced arrivals sections were. Less than .01% of its stock was electronic and I sure wasn’t going to waste time sifting through Fifties and Sixties jazz greats. I just knew. I turn to my right and there were plenty of funk, groove, and R&B LP’s and 12” singled there. I looked under the bins and there were boxes of records not priced out. That’s where I found various hip-hop and rap singles, uncharacteristic for a store that specialized in vintage jazz, Seventies radio rock, and everything Eighties. It was all fair game and I took what I could. Unstickered singles by Black Moon, Big Daddy Kane, Kurtis Blow, Jeru The Damaja, Fu-Schnickens, Double XX Posse, and an early pre-fame DMX e.p. (“Born Loser”). I knew Brian wasn’t the type who was into West Coast jams or boombox anthems and made me think why he took them in the first place. No matter. It was a lucky out for someone like me to easily stock up on hip-hop and rap vinyl.

Now the 45’s. Sunday Records was always good with pricing them on the cheap. What I purchased in 7” singles from West Babylon’s Looney Tunes, I tripled that here. These 7” singles of Eighties hits from my Atari / Nintendo childhood meant not having to purchase full albums for one or two songs. Why not acquire them? Plenty of synth-pop, new wave, and pop rock. One 7” I might have passed up the last time around was Re-Flex’ “The Politics Of Dancing”. The single that gave me these Sunday vibes was finally in my hands. This visit’s surprises? Gary Numan’s “I Die: You Die” b/w “Down In The Park” and Killing Joke’s “Adorations” for $4.00. Then I came across The Normal’s “T.V. OD” b/w “Warm Leatherette” The good news was that I discovered it. The bad news? It was a $14.00 hit…and without an original artwork sleeve. The price you pay to take home synthpop history.

When that was over, I took a deep breathe and dove into all the vinyl inventory. The great thing about Brian was that almost nothing was out of place. He’s incredibly meticulous in that everything was in alphabetical order and with almost nothing in the wrong bin. Also with Looney Tunes, a good amount of records were alphabetized or sorted by artist, allowing me to fly right over large chunks of sections and straight to the others. What wasn’t hip-hop / rap and categorized by chart position, week, and radio station ended up on the lesser expensive side. Like the 45’s, I sped through furiously through the LP bins and acquired a lot of hits from my childhood. A recent discovery now in my hands? Captain Sensible’s “Wot” for $5.00.

And what I made up in value, I would lose later with some essential finds. That’s even avoiding the new vinyl section. Towards the end of searching was where it started to hurt. The least of my worries? The Cars’ Panorama for $8.00. The Shirts’ debut and Anti-Nowhere League’s The Perfect Crime for $9.00 each. But that’s not all. I found essentials in The Young Gods and Pere Ubu where it stopped at the $10.00.

Now the heavy stuff. No one remembers or know who The Innocent was. The Roman goth girl I mentioned earlier? She’s insanely obsessed with Tent Reznor. While doing a Nine Inch Nails run, I learned he was part of said band right after leaving Option 30. The Innocent’s only album was found in one of the bins and I grabbed it for $14.00. Had I not known about them, I would’ve zipped past it without even knowing. One album I passed up during my last record-store tour was Cabaret Voltaire’s The Crackdown. I found it twice in unopened condition for $20.00 at several stores and gave it up at least twice, thinking I could l buy it for less. Well, four years later I was right on that one. I finally found it again and for $14.00 opened I wasn’t going to pass it up a second time. While there, Sunday Records still maintained a good selection of other industrial and related releases. They had more Cabaret Voltaire records including The Pressure Company (!) and even the new ones (Shadow Of Fear and Dekadrone) which I was impressed that Brian carried. Front 242 e.p.’s were also in the bins and several Ministry records starting with Work For Love (the overseas pressing of With Sympathy), some Twitch-era singles, and all the way up to Psalm 69.

Here comes another unexpected hit in the kneecaps: Kraftwerk’s The Man-Machine for $20.00. Any time I buy Kraftwerk on vinyl I pay that price; nothing less. That’s how much I paid for a used copy of Radio-Aktivitat at a record fair held in Amityville’s veteran hall. Again, take no chances. Finally, a record that I hoped to find in the wild because it was so good: The Raveonettes’ Pe’ahi; $20.00 asking price. Decisions had to be made but not necessarily now. I held on to it for the time being, having to decide to take it now or pass it up and find it again somewhere else for less. Looks like I will take my chances.

It’s not an understatement when I say this, but 99.99% of Sunday’s stock was all vinyl. The other .01% were used cassettes and CDs placed right near its listening station at the front-right of the entrance. I passed it all up as nothing there interested me. So far, Sunday- is the only store where it was all vinyl.

Ten minutes to closing. It’s about time to make some decisions. Brian greeted me and started counting everything up. Of the 75 I had in my arms, I gave five back to him including the Raveonettes album. He was amazed. He tried selling it back to me because he also knew it was a great album. Oh, I agreed. But as I told each and every one of you, I held off just in case. His laptop lost its’ juice so there was no easy way for him to add it all up and keep track of what he sold me. He ended up taking photos of everything I bought and took him about a good fifteen minutes to calculate it all. Then I gave in. I’d take the Raveonettes’ album after all. Take no chances, right?

“You should come here more often!” he told me in an exasperated manner. “Really?” I laughed. It’s not every year that I do this, Brian. I’d try real hard to keep up if I did. Now I knew why he said that.

“That’ll come to $348.00”. Yikes. That was at least triple of what I spent at my last visit here. I was sweating like Rodney Dangerfield on his worst night. (Plot twist: he never had one.) Despite Brian giving me all the hip-hop records for $20.00, the other records made up for it. No coupons, either. But, I had all the confidence in the suburbs to spend with no worry. The stack was so hefty that Brian got me a box from the back to hold all the 12” records in and bagged all of my 45’s so that they wouldn’t slip out of position. I was relieved in the end to nail that Sunday like I wanted to. But the day wasn’t over yet.

After I thanked Brian for everything, I loaded my purchase in the trunk. I had plans on seeing Candy, a Jewish ginger whom I haven’t seen since we left Brentwood. She has a family-owned restaurant out in Calverton and I promised I’d visit the next time I was nearby. I went west on Route 25 and started the peaceful, sunny journey to her eatery. It’s not every day I’m out in Riverhead or Calverton. I took all the time in the world driving through the scenic route of vast farmland and sparse local businesses along the long, quiet roads; ready to catch up with her and walk down a beautiful but bittersweet and tattered memory lane.

Prince: “1999” b/w “How Come U Don’t Call” 7”

Re-Flex: “The Politics Of Dancing” b/w “Flex It” 7”

Normal, The: “TV Overdose” b/w “Warm Leatherette” 7”

Gary Numan: “I Die: You Die” b/w “Down In The Park” 7”

Pet Shop Boys: “It’s A Sin” b/w “You Know Where You Went Wrong” 7”

Robert Palmer: “Simply Irresistible” b/w “Nova” 7”

Pet Shop Boys: “What Have I Done To Deserve This” b/w “A New Life” 7”

Bananarama: “Cruel Summer” 7”

Belinda Carlisle: “Heaven Is A Place On Earth” 7”

Dead Or Alive: “Brand New Lover” 7”

Joan Jett: “Little Liar” 7”

Killing Joke: “Adorations” b/w “Exile” 7”

Mike & The Mechanics: “Silent Running (On Dangerous Ground) b/w “Par Avion” 7”

Tone Loc: “Funky Cold Medina” 7”

Suzanne Vega: “Luka” 7”

Human League: “Don’t You Want Me” b/w “Seconds” 7”

Escape Club: “Wild Wild West b/w “We Can Run” 7”

Erasure: “Chains Of Love” b/w “Don’t Suppose” 7”

Don Henley: “All She Wants To Do Is Dance” b/w “Building The Perfect Beast” 7”

Starship: “We Built This City” b/w “Private Room” (ins.) 7”

Todd Rundgren: “Hello It’s Me” b/w “Cold Morning Light” 7”

Huey Lewis: “Stuck With You” b/w “Don’t Ever Tell Me That You Love Me” 7”

Stevie Winwood: “The Finer Things” 7”

Wings: “With A Little Luck” b/w “Backwards” 7”

Robert Palmer: “Addicted To Love” b/w “Let’s Fall In Love Tonight” 7”

Bananarama: “Venus” b/w “White Train” 7”

Joan Jett: “I Hate Myself For Loving You” 7”

Mike & The Mechanics: “Through The Living Years” b/w “Too Many Friends” 7”

Stevie Winwood: “Higher Love” 7”

Don Henley: “Dirty Laundry” b/w “Lilah” 7”

J.J. Fad: “Supersonic” 12”

Black Moon: “I Got Cha Opin” b/w “Reality” 12”

Big Daddy Kane: Raw ‘91 12”

Kurtis Blow: “If I Ruled The World” 12”

Jeru The Damaja: “Come Clean” b/w “D. Original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel” 12”

Fu-Schnickens: “Ring The Alarm” 12”

Young MC: “Bust A Move” 12”

Chaka Khan: “Crush Groove (Can’t Stop The Street)” 12”

Big Daddy Kane: “I Get The Job Done” 12”

Double XX Posse, The: “not Gonna Be Able To Do It” b/w “The Pure Thing” 12”

Domino: “Sweet Potato Pie” 12”

Masta Ace Incorporated: “Jeep Ass Niguh” b/w “Saturday Night Live” 12”

Fonda Rae: “Over Like A Fat Rat” 12”

River Ocean ft. India: The Tribal EP

Grandmaster & Melle Mel: “White Lines” b/w “Melle Mel’s Groove” 12”

DMX: “Born Loser” 12”

Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five: “On The Strength” 12”

Anti Nowhere League, The: The Perfect Crime 12”

Mr. Mister: “Is It Love b/w “Broken Wings” 12”

Thompson Twins: “Lies” 12”

Roxette: “The Look” 12”

T’Pau: “Heart And Soul” 12”

Dire Straits: Extended Dance EP 12”

Flora Purim: “Stories To Tell” 12”

Raveonettes, The: Pe’Ahi 12”

Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark: “If You Leave” b/w “La Femme Accident” 12”

Nu Shooz: “Point Of No Return” 12”

Falco: “Vienna Calling” b/w “Rock Me Amadeus” 12”

Shirts, The: self-titled 12”

Belinda Carlisle: “I Get Weak” 12”

Captain Sensible: “Wot!” 12”

Young Gods, The: self-titled 12”

Men Without Hats: “The Safety Dance” 12”

Level 42: “Something About You” 12”

Killing Joke: “Sanity” b/w “Eighties” 12”

Pere Ubu: The Art Of Walking 12”

Kraftwerk: The Man-Machine 12”

Innocent, The: Livin’ In The Street 12”

XBXRX: Gop Ist Minee 12”

Cabaret Voltaire: The Crackdown 12”

Cars, The: Panorama 12”

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ryattcos · 2 years ago

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🎧msby warm up music🎧

kiyoomi hated the warm up playlist that the team has curated over the years. it was a clusterfuck of music that had no sense of cohesion.

bokuto added music from artists like eminem and dmx and snoop. who would have thought? but also, who was surprised.

hinata added some songs that were popular during his time in rio. the latin beat quick and smooth.

meian added the kpop songs. and he knew the dances. which meant most of the team also learned the dances.

inunaki added the anime op’s and ed’s which he sang dramatically and off key when they popped up in the shuffle.

and miya added most of the girl boss songs. megan the stallion and cardi b ‘just hit different’ he’d said.

the team had asked kiyoomi if he wanted to add anything to the playlist, and he had refused.

“we can put some classical shit in there if ya want, omi.” atsumu teased as he threw on his jersey. the playlist already playing in the background.

kiyoomi rolled his eyes. “is that what you think i listen to?”

“wait… it’s not?” hinata asked from down the row of lockers.

“nope.” was all kiyoomi said before he slid on his headphones and made his way to the warm up area.

kiyoomi always wore his headphones while he stretched. it was his time to get his head in the game and start envisioning the teams win.

hinata and atsumu were bickering between themselves when they walked in a few minutes later.

most of the team was present and had begun stretching. they were all dressed in their team jerseys and compression sleeves and knee pads. a couple team members were getting taped up by the trainers. the teams warm up music had moved from the locker room and was now playing in the warm up space.

atsumu nudged kiyoomi’s shoulder and gestured for him to pull of his headphones.

“yes?” kiyoomi asked, brow arched.

“is it jazz?” atsumu asked.

kiyoomi smirked. “i’m not telling.” and he slid his headphones back on.

hinata looked over to atsumu and rolled his eyes. then he reached out and tapped sakusa’s shoe while he reached for his own toes.

kiyoomi removed his headphones again and looked over at hinata.

“it’s gotta be like, hard rock. right sakusa?” hinata asked enthusiastically.

kiyoomi just shook his head and went back to stretching.

atsumu and hinata bickered back and forth and kiyoomi ignored them and focused on opening his shoulders up and making sure to stretch thoroughly.

by now, atsumu and hinata had come up with a scheme. kiyoomi could tell. they were so obvious. he resigned himself to whatever antics they were up to as he finished with his stretching routine.

kiyoomi closed his eyes as he entered his last stretch. that was also when a hand reached out and pulled his headphones off his head.

atsumu stood there like a kid caught red handed for a brief moment before putting the headphones on and finally finding out what kind of music the mysterious sakusa kiyoomi listened to for warm ups.

atsumu’s face fell at first…

then it scrunched up confused.

“omi… why aren’t ya listening to anything? did yer headphones die? are they not connected to yer phone anymore?”

kiyoomi stood up and snatched his headphones off of atsumu’s head.

the reality was that kiyoomi didn’t hate the team playlist, but it was always too loud. so his headphones buffered enough noise out while he was able to enjoy the music that was so distinctively msby.

“yeah,” he said. “something like that.”

unfortunately hinata was on to him.

“if they were connected to a personal playlist, did you just so happen to be listening to doja cat on your own terms at the same time it was playing 5 minutes ago?” hinata asked suspiciously.

kiyoomi met his gaze. he’d been found out.

“wait. wait. wait. omi, are ya actually just listening to the team playlist while ya wear yer headphones?” atsumu asked confused.

kiyoomi walked away to put his headphones up and hinata and atsumu followed along and continued to pester him.

“i don’t hate the team music… it’s just too loud with everything going on.” kiyoomi shrugged as he packed his headphones back in their case.

atsumu and hinata stared at him.

kiyoomi shrugged and made his way to meian as he waited for the rest of the team to gather up. hinata followed him shaking his head.

“so what kind of music would you want to add to the playlist?” hinata asked. “you obviously listen to it anyways. don’t you want to add something to it? leave your mark on it?”

“i think it’s fine the way it is. i really don’t have anything to add.” kiyoomi said with a hint of finality.

he looked around. atsumu was nowhere to be seen, but that wasn’t unusual.

that was until the volume of the music dropped considerably to a much more reasonable level. everyone looked around for a moment then continued on doing what they were doing.

individual warm ups were going to a close and it was about time to practice a few drills before the game officially started.

atsumu joined the rest of the team a few moments later while meian was going over details about their opponents.

kiyoomi felt atsumu hip check him lightly. so he looked over.

“if ya’d said something sooner, we coulda just turned it down a bit ya know.” atsumu said mildly annoyed.

“it’s the teams music miya, i’m not going to take that away from them.” kiyoomi said quietly not wanting to endure the wrath of meian.

“yer an idiot. yer part of the team. if ya don’t wanna add music, that’s fine. but if it’s too loud, ya gotta tell somebody.” atsumu said.

kiyoomi thought about it for a second. “thank you for turning it down.”

atsumu nodded. “course omi-omi! there’s nothing i wouldn’t do fer ya.”

kiyoomi nodded back as he felt the familiar twist of his gut. he knew the feeling well. he loved that loud blond setter. but that was something to unpack for another day.

for now, he listened to his captain and focused back on the game while the team playlist continued in the background.

yeah, the team playlist was absolute anarchy. but it was the msby playlist. it was made up for them and by them. it was cleverly hand picked chaos. it was home. it was comfort. and maybe it was a little too loud, but that would always be adjusted.

#sakuatsu is my comfort ship #sakuatsu #sakuatsu supremacy #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #i love them too much for it to be considered healthy #i love them #msby headcanons #msby #headcanon #headcanon turned mini fic

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zalrb · 7 months ago

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Sorry if you've answered this before but I did search your blog and nothing showed up for me. But I was wondering if you have any favorite fight scenes from movies and tv shows? Like physical fight/combat scenes that actually blow you away by how good they look? Where it doesn't look too choreographed and even though it's stylized, it still looks awesome? For me personally, kdramas take the cake for best fight scenes, and one of my hands down favorite fight scenes of all time was from bloodhounds ep 1 when woo doo hwan's character had to fight to get to his mom. Like I was truly in awe watching that scene, I couldn't believe my eyes haha. Would love to know your favorites and/or thoughts on fight/combat scenes :)

Ooh yes! So. I grew up with martial arts movies, my cousins loved Jet Li so a lot of my favourite fight scenes are from the movies I grew up with

Twin Warriors/Tai Chi Master

Fist of Legend

Once Upon A Time In China

Fong Sai Yuk

and then when I was a bit older and started watching them on my own, I still had affection for Jet Li so:

Romeo Must Die (and I loved Aaliyah??)

Cradle 2 The Grave (with DMX??)

Hero (although I was really more watching for Zhang Ziyi)

speaking of, Michelle Yeoh vs Zhang Ziyi in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? ICONIC

and speaking of Michelle Yeoh, Magnificent Warriors

House of Flying Daggers

I'm always going to love Morpheus vs Neo in The Matrix

The Bride vs Crazy 88 in Kill Bill

can't bring up Kill Bill without bringing up Lady Snowblood

My favourite John Wick fight scenes are in chapter 2

and I do like a good shootout scene. I remember thinking The Town was so mid and did not understand the praise that movie got, I still don't, but it had good shootout scenes

LA Confidential

Heat has one of the most iconic shootout scenes too

The Bourne trilogy actually has some pretty good hand to hand combat scenes, one of which actually got claps in the theatre I was in

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cinamun · 2 years ago

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I-

How did you-

The parents separating when he was young. The upbringing. Quiet. Stronger than he looks. Average height. Him standing firm in his beliefs and ability to debate you down! (He literally just had an argument with Aura the other day when I was playing, her high maintenance ass was randomly in a mood & it activated his hot-headed trait...needless to say, He won!) Lol. The not seeing his dad much after the separation because of...[redacted]. The boo that left him. The Guinness as he just chills and listens to his music in his "man cave" ...(HE LITERALLY HAS AN OUTFIT WITH A GUINNESS IN HAND RIGHT NOW!)...

The cherry on top was you knowing his age! I was literally gonna say "He's mid-30's in my mind"...but I left that out, to let you do your thing. GIRL EVEN THE RELATIONSHIP STATUS! He is engaged...but his aspiration says otherwise! Lol.

The Bobby Womack tho...The way I just bust outta nowhere with "I'll be Loooooooooooooooong gone!" 🤣 It's my favorite part of the song. But hold up...you just put me on to something: Donald Goines. Had to google him...he wrote Never Die Alone...WAIT A MINUTE. I most definitely shouldn't have been watching the movie with DMX when I was but I didn't know that movie was based on a book. Now I gotta read it.

You really said "I ain't new to this, I'm true to this. Hold. My. Beer" Lmao! My jaw is STILL on the floor! Sheesh! Lemme find the contact for Netflix...Hulu..hell, even HBO Max...WE NEED YOU SOMEBODY'S WRITERS ROOM. NEOW!

Me, currently.

#lmfaoooooooooooo!#this is so fun y'all lol

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dxsturbia · 2 years ago

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OK Kira here’s the thing you do realize that shit is a stimulant right

There is a distinct difference between panic and drugs

You are a psychotic bitch

I’m small I’m inactive

You’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack it does not matter I’m an anxious smoker either way you’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack I don’t move I have a low tolerance for drugs I have shitty circulation

How did DMX die again I don’t have to be sitting here snorting pure lines even the pattern is different

That was full-blown intermittent tachycardia

If it gets too fast we out

Stress induced heart attack brought on by drug use you sick bitch

I’m not you

I know the difference because when you first got here I could smoke a blunt like it was a cigarette without freaking out and it hadn’t even been the quarantine yet

You’re full of shit Kira you could’ve killed me this is not a game

You know exactly what you’re on how dare you

#love notes to imaginary friends #demi lovato #Spotify

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eminemthrowback · 2 years ago

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Eminem 1999 Interview with Debbie Rigaud for Black Gold Magazine: Talking about favorite rappers, his type, family, chances of starring in a P*rno

(Debbie): How are you feelin' today? (Eminem): I'm doing good. I'm doing good.

(Debbie): Here's a copy of the Magazine. How ya feelin' the magazine? (Eminem): I'm feelin' it! I'm feelin it

(Debbie): Why don't you give the readers the 411 on you : name, age, sign, birthday... (Eminem): Alright. (with a nerdy voice) My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm 24 years old, I was born October 17, 1974, and um I...I'm a Libra. A'ight

(Debbie): I saw you on MTV Spring Break and you were definitely making it happen. How were you feelin' it? (Eminem): I was feelin' it. I love Cancun. I love Spring Break. That was one of my most funnest part of the tour.

(Debbie): Did you always want to rhyme? Did you ever want to do anything else? (Eminem): When I was like 12 or 13, I wanted to be a comic book artist. You know, I used draw pictures, but when I was around 14, 15, 16, I knew I wanted to rap. I knew it! I felt it in my heart.

(Debbie): Now your from Detroit. Is it that much different than LA or NY? (Eminem): Every city's different, ya know. Every city's different, but in Detroit, we got an underground. We got a strong underground and shit, you know? People, they know what time it is, you know.

(Debbie): You say Detroit got an underground, but you ain't really hearing anything from Detroit except for you and Royce (da 5'9), so you'll definitely be putting them on the map. (Eminem): Right. That's why I say underground. Mainstream ain't heard of Detroit yet. Ya know. Beside me and Royce da 5'9, we the only two cats really doing it on a large scale. Ya know, on a wider scale.

(Debbie): Who are some of your favorite MCs or artists? (Eminem): My favorite MCs or artists...Um...Jay-Z. I like DMX, LL Cool J, Treach from Naughty By Nature, Nas. I like Redman, Royce da 5'9. Royce da 5'9 is one of my favorite MCs and he ain't even out yet, but I swear to God he's gonna bang motherfuckers in the head when he comes out! I'm telling you!

(Debbie): What do you think is the state of violence right now in Hip Hop? You know, we had Biggie die, Tupac Die, and now Big L...

(Eminem): (With anger in his voice) Shit is crazy! This shit is crazy and motherfuckers need to slow the fuck down! They do not realize that when you do some shit like that, you take somebody's fuckin' life! That shit is uncalled for! Big L?! Tupac?! Biggie?! Those are fuckin' Legends! You don't take Legends fuckin' lives! You don't take ANYBODY'S life like that! That shit is crazy! Hip Hop needs to slow the fuck down! But I don't think that shit that happened with Big L and whoever else it was rap/hip hop related, you know what I'm sayin? I don't think that was hip hop related. Motherfuckers were on some personal shit. But motherfuckers just gotta chill! You never gonna stop crime in America. That's just the way the world is. You're never gonna stop it. It's always gonna keep on, you know what I'm sayin'? As long as motherfuckers are broke and they ain't got nothing to lose, this shit is always gonna happen! Always! I hate that shit! (Debbie): Who would you like to work with? (Eminem): I just did a song with Missy, I just did a song with the Madd Rapper, I'm on Dre's Chronic II, but other than that, I'm done with collaborations. I don't want to spread myself too thin.

(Debbie): So if Rakim's calling you, you gonna say "I'm done with collaborations?! (Eminem): Now I didn't say all that! (laughing)

(Debbie): Well, on a lighter note, you know this is an adult magazine and I have to ask adult questions, so are you down? (Eminem): I'm down, I'm down.

(Debbie) So you're feeling the magazine and you have your different flavors. You have chocolate, vanilla, your butter pecan ricans... (Eminem) A'ight!

(Debbie): So, what's your favorite? (Eminem): What's my favorite? I LOVE ALL WOMEN! Yo, I don't... I don't...I can't say "I want a women to look like this, and this, and this when she comes backstage and otherwise I don't want to talk to her." I'm attracted to all women! I'm attracted to the female species, ya know.

(Debbie): I know you live in a predominantly Black neighborhood, did you date any sistas when you were younger? Was it taboo? (Eminem): I met a little bit of resistance, but for the most part it was all love. I grew up with people on my block and they knew me, you know. I mean I got jumped, fucked up shit happened to me a few times, but that happens to everybody. I don't think it has anything to do with color or any of that shit. It's just all a part of growing up. So...

(Debbie): So are you lovin' us thick sistas or are you into those boney sistas? (Eminem): I don't have a look code, I just look at every girl I see, and every girl I meet...

(Debbie): Do you watch any adult movies or porn? (Eminem): All the time! I watch that shit on the bus!

(Debbie): Say word?! So who's your favorite actress of all time? (Eminem): Janet Jacme. (Debbie): Say word?! Stop lying! (Eminem): Janet Jacme!

(Debbie): Would you ever star in a porno movie? (Eminem): Hell...(couldn't hear the answer)

(Debbie): Hell no? (Eminem): Hell shit yeah!!!

(Debbie): Oh hell yeah! (laughter) (Eminem): Would I star in a porno movie?! (saying it like I was stupid)

(Debbie) I'm saying, represent! Like "A day in the Life of Slim Shady!" (Eminem) Real soon you'll be seein' a porno by Slim Shady!

(Debbie) Oh for real?! (Eminem) I got a little movie coming out and then you'll see a porno by Slim Shady.

(Debbie) Say Word?! So I'm saying... (Eminem) There ain't no shame in my game. NO SHAME IN MY GAME AT ALL.

(Debbie): What would be the concept? (Eminem): The concept would be me fucking all the girls that dissed me.

(Debbie): So, if you could star with any adult actress, who would it be? (Eminem): I like Janet Jacme, I like Amber Lynn, I like Ginger Lynn, Shane... (Eminem) Who's that girl...Gina?

(Debbie) Jeanna Fine? (Eminem) No, no, no! Gina somethin' else, Gina somethin' else...She's older too!

(Debbie) You mean Nina Hartley! (Eminem) (like we struck gold) Yeah! Nina Hartley! I LIKE Nina Hartley too! (laughter)

(Debbie): What's kind of girls do you consider freaky? (Eminem): Girls who do girls. I'm not into really freaky shit. I mean, no bottles up into some shit and no animals.

(Debbie): So you wouldn't consider yourself a freak? (Eminem): Not really. I'm not into really wild shit. No finger in the ass. No finger in MY ass (laughter).

(Debbie): You're not inspired by porn? (Eminem): Only to try different positions. I saw some wild shit the other day. This girl was standing on her head, with her legs on this guys shoulders. Some upside down shit. I don't like all that extra shit, but I definitely wanna try that upside shit. No pierced clits. That's all pain. Is your clit pierced?

(Debbie) No!(laughter) (Eminem) That's good! I don't like pierced clits (laughing).

(Debbie): So no anal sex? (Eminem): Hell no! I only fuck with one hole (laughing). I mean if it's with my girl, then that's different, but hell no.

(Debbie) That's wild! I figured you'd be a full blown freak! (Eminem) Not really.

(Debbie) I think everyone is freaky, but the right person has to bring it out. See, I think you have a freaky side, but someone needs to bring it out. (Eminem) I've been with my girl for eight years, and it still not out.

(Debbie) But your girl ain't me. (laughing) (Eminem) Oh word (laughing)?! We'll see the next time I come to New York! But that orgy in Pittsburgh was wild, but I don't consider myself a freak. I mean I might grab a girl's hair and kick her a couple of times (laughing). Maybe slap her (laughing).

(Debbie): What are some of your other favorite positions? (Eminem): Doggystyle, I hate being on top! I like it when the girl is on top. I'm lazy like that. I like to make the girl work. And I like doggystyle!

(Debbie): Do you see a difference between how different girls sex you? Like do Black women do things that white women don't do, etc? (Eminem): Nah. I don't see any difference. Why?

(Debbie) Because I see a definite difference in how Black men perform and white men perform. (Eminem) How is that? Like what?

(Debbie) Like a lot of Black men don't perform oral sex whereas a lot of White men do. (Eminem) I don't eat the cat either.

(Debbie): Word?! What's up with that?! (laughter) (Eminem): I don't fuck with the cat! You don't know what's been down there!

(Debbie): So you NEVER would perform oral sex?! (Eminem): I mean if it's with my girl or someone I know, then I would do it. but if it's with someone I just met, I ain't running up in that! But overall, I RARELY, RARELY, RARELY do it. But I'm mostly into having a girl cum. If she don't cum, I can't even stay hard. I'll just roll over and go to sleep.

(Debbie) That's very generous! Most men aren't like that! (Eminem) I ain't most men.

(Debbie): Do you masturbate? (Eminem): Hell yeah I do! At least two times a day! (laughing). Nah, it's not like that. I don't know how many times. I don't keep track (laughing). Why do you?

(Debbie) No. (Eminem) You lying ass! When was the last time you had sex?

(Debbie) February (Eminem) You haven't got dick since February. What's up with that? I gotta get to New York (laughter).

(Debbie): What's the freakiest thing you've ever done with someone on tour?

(Eminem): I haven't done really freaky yet. I'm still waiting to do it. I like watching girls do shit in front of me.

(Debbie): What is the freakiest thing you've seen on tour? (Eminem): Nothing really.

(Debbie): Stop lying! I know about them two girls doing their thing with each other in front of all! Come on! We at Black Gold are all family! What was up with that?! (Eminem): Oh you heard about that shit?! That wasn't anything. Just some immature girls. See, I like to watch, but every time I meet girls, they always wanna do shit with me, but I'm like "Nah." That Dallas shit was some bullshit. These two girls were eating each other out and as soon as the pants were coming off, it was like "Well, I don't know if I wanna do this." The other girl was wild and down for whatever, but the other was like "I don't know. She's my friend.." The freakiest shit I seen was in Pittsburgh. I seen four girls at once.

(Debbie): Say word?! How the hell did that happen?! (Eminem): I don't know! (laughing) They all took turns. I had my boys in there and the girls were giving us a show. That shit was wild!

(Debbie): Does your girl know all this shit is going on? (Eminem): Hell no! (laughing) and you better not print it either! (laughing) But she ain't stupid either, but she don't know all that...

(Debbie): Alright now, on a sentimental note. For all the female readers of Black gold that want you to melt in their mouth, what kind of woman are you looking for? That is if you are looking... (Eminem): What kind of women am I looking for? One night stands! (laughter)

(Debbie): For real?! (laughter) (Eminem): That's all. That's all! (laughing)

(Debbie): You aren't trying to get married and have more kids? (Eminem): Hell no! I got one little girl in this world and that's all I need!

(Debbie): How's your family doing? (Eminem): How's my family doing? My little girl is doing fine.

(Debbie): Yeah, she made her debut on the Bonnie & Clyde joint on the album. Is she star material? (Eminem): She's definitely star material! My little girl is beautiful. My little girl is going to be a movie star. She's only three, but she's so smart! Three going on seven.

(Debbie): That's good! Now knowing that you had your daughter, in Bonnie & Clyde, as an accomplice (in her mom's murder), I KNOW your girl must have been trippin'! How did you explain yourself after she heard that shit? (Eminem): What I told her was like "Look. I was pissed off!" That's all I could say. I really felt that I wanted to do that shit. At one point in time, I really wanted to do that shit. For real. Baby Momma Drama.

(Debbie) That should be the title of your next song! Baby Momma Drama! (Eminem) That is so typical!

(Debbie) Every more reason to do it! (Eminem) Nah, I got other songs about her. I finished four songs for the next album, and I have a song called "Kim" which is basically about shit that led up to "Bonnie & Clyde." I gotta few songs. I gotta few. My baby's mother put me through a lot of shit, so she's worth a lot of songs.

(Debbie)(Laughing) You mean before you killed her?! (Eminem) Yeah. Before I cut her throat. (laughing)

(Debbie): So is she gonna come out with an album about you? (Eminem): (laughing) That would be funny! That would be really funny! (laughing)

(Debbie): Any R&B sad songs? (Eminem): (a very quick) No! No, no, no!

(Debbie): You don't like R&B? I mean old R&B?! (Eminem): I'm not saying I don't like R&B. It's just not my thing. It's not the type of music I get into. I mean I could listen to a little bit of it, but me doing it personally, I can't fuck with that.

(Debbie): So what's up your babymova? (laughter) (Eminem): Me and my girl have been breaking up and making up so much! Right now it's cool. I just got back with her. But she got an attitude and I can't stand that attitude shit. But shit got worse when my daughter was born.

(Debbie): How is that? (Eminem): Every time we would fight and we'd break up, she'd say "Well if you don't want to see me anymore, you can't see Hailie (his daughter). She would use my daughter against me.

(Debbie) That's messed up. (Eminem) Yup. Baby Momma Drama.

(Debbie): Did you want a boy? (Eminem): It didn't really matter.

(Debbie): But all men want a boy. All men want a little man. You didn't feel that? (Eminem): I did in the beginning, before she was born. But once she was born, I was like, "I got a little girl."

(Debbie): Were you scared to death? (Eminem): I wasn't scared. I was changing diapers at 11, when my brother was born. I was a little scared, but when she was born, I was like "This isn't so bad."

(Debbie): So what's up with your brother? Is he safe? You know people are probably on his shit because you're his brother. (Eminem): Yo, my brother is mad cool. He's the most popular kid in the school! He got like 10 girlfriends!

(Debbie): For real?! (laughter) (Eminem): Word! He even dyed his hair blond and got his ears pierced! He look just like me! He came to my concert and the girls were all over him! They didn't even want to get with me! He was sitting on this girls lap and she was rubbing all over him! I was like "You go you little pimp!" (laughter)

(Debbie): Have you had women fight over you?

(Eminem): Hell yeah! I had a bunch! One night there was two girls in my hotel room, and I didn't like any of them. So I left the room. I can't remember why I left because I was drunk, but I left. Then I look outside in the parking lot, and these two girls were fighting each other. Each was blaming the other for me leaving. I mean they were scrapping on the floor. Little did they know I didn't like any one of them.

(Debbie): What's the weirdest shit that happened to you with a female? (Eminem): One time there were two girls in the hotel lobby, and I picked one girl over her friend and took her upstairs, and the other girl was crying!

(Debbie): Word? What was up with that? (Eminem): She was a manic depressive. I know this because I saw her popping pills and I asked her what she was doing and she told me. She was taking anti-depressants. She was like "I'll be okay as long as I'm taking my medication." And when I picked her friend, she flipped out! She was crying "I'm the Slim Shady fan, not her!" "Why is she up there and not me?!" "My rent is due!"

(Debbie)(laughing) Damn! (Eminem)Yeah, and I saw her the next day at the show. She was like "Hi, do you remember me? I said "Yeah, and get away from me!" She was crazy (laughter).

(Debbie)(laughing) Oh damn. That mess is wild! (Eminem) Yeah (laughing)

(Debbie): How do you deal with all the people grabbing all over you? (Eminem): It's wild because I'm real! I'm a human being like everyone else. You can talk to me because I'm just like you. But motherfuckers can be rude. I mean I'll be eating and a cat will come up to me and be like "Yo, Em. Drop me a freestyle!" "Yo, Em, can I get an autograph," "Yo, can you call my house and leave a message!?" And I'm like "Yo, I'm eatin!"

(Debbie)That's funny because in New York, people don't do that because most rappers grow up with you and live down your block.

(Eminem) That's true. And in California, they're cool too! They ain't star struck. I'll be in a diner eatin', and a cat will be like "Yo, what's up Em" and walk by. But in the Midwest, people lose their mind! I'm like, "You can touch me. I'm real!" Let me give you an example of the funniest shit that happened. Me and Big Nasty (Eminem's bodyguard) were at the airport, bringing back the rent-a-car, and the rent-a-car lady comes running up to the car to check the mileage. I don't think she knew who I was. But then when I stepped out the car, she flipped out! She kept on saying "Oh my God" "Oh my God" over and over again! She was like "What's your name?!" "What's your name?" I said "My name is.."(doing the song), and she flipped out again. She asked for a hug and I gave it to her. She still kept on saying "Oh my God," "Oh my God." Then she turned around to walk away, and I don't know what happened, but she tripped and fell on her face! We were laughing our asses off! (laughing)

(Debbie) Word?! She fell?!(laughing) (Eminem) Yeah! And when she was on the floor, she STILL kept on saying "Oh my God," "Oh my God!" (laughing)

(Debbie): That shit is wild! How are you dealing with all the media attention?

(Eminem): At this point, I'm like "Come up with something new." I hate the same old questions. But it seems like "white" magazines such as Spin and Rolling Stone focus on my "whiteness" more than Black magazines. Like the Source. They're like, he's white, let's get over it. But when Rolling Stone came out with "Low Down Dirty White Boy" on the cover, I was like "This shit is critical." I liked the article inside, but when I saw the cover, I was like "What the fuck is this?!" But then you have your magazines like XXL that called me a culture stealer and an invader. That's some elementary school shit. Give me a break! It's funny how all the magazines can dwell on my race, but they could NEVER say that my shit is whack because they know my shit is tight!

(Debbie) That just shows how little people know about hip hop, because you have crazy rappers that are white in the underground.

(Eminem) I know! I came from the underground.

(Debbie) Also, some people have a hard time believing that there are poor white people or that they even live in a ghetto. America has crazy white people in poverty. (Eminem) Why is it so hard for people to believe that white people are poor?! I wouldn't say I lived in a ghetto, I'd say I lived in the 'hood. The same friends I had back then are the same people on tour with me now. I don't want them to be poor. I just lost a friend of mine to some bullshit! He was playing around with some friends and he accidentally sprayed water on this girl's sweater. She went back and told two dudes that he sprayed water, and they went over to him, shot him twice and ran over him with their car. Over some stupid bullshit.

(Debbie) I'm sorry to hear that. (Eminem)(very sad)Yeah. He was gonna come out with an album in two weeks. I wish I brought him on with me... But we (white people) have problems too.

(Debbie): Do you plan on making two sets of videos? Like one will be an X-rated version on videotape and one for the networks like Tupac's "How do You Want It"? (Eminem): I thought about it. But I'm doing a feature film on my life. Me and Dre. Some of it's going to be true, and the other is gonna be some bugged out shit. The other shit is how Dre views my life. How he sees my life, how I was born, how I was conceived, etc. It's gonna be bugged out! It's gonna be released on videotape It's gonna be wild!

(Debbie): Speaking of video, I saw the "Guilty Conscience" video on BET and I heard that MTV edited the hell out of it. What happened? (Eminem): I sent MTV a copy of the video, and because they are on this anti-violence campaign because of the Columbine killings, they edited the fuck out the video. The Commissioner against Violence wrote MTV and said "How can you say you're against violence when you play Eminem, Korn and Marilyn Manson?" BET is showing me mad love. But I haven't seen the edited video yet.

(Debbie) Why shouldn't BET show you love? You're hip hop too. (Eminem) Yup

(Debbie): Why do you think there is such a connection between Hip Hop and the adult industry? (Eminem): Because rappers are all freaks! Also Hip Hop is tying into everything!

(Debbie): I heard Dustin Hoffman played "The Mummy" at one of your concerts. How did that jump off? (Eminem): I was performing at the House of Blues in California, and he was there with his kids. He came backstage and we were talking and I asked him to play "The Mummy." His kids begged him to do it. He was like, "Hey if it makes my kids happy and since you make my kids happy, I'll do it." I was amped. That night, he came onstage as "The Mummy" and everybody was wondering who the Mummy was. Then at the end of the show, I was like "Do ya'll wanna know who the Mummy is?" I ripped off the mask and when everybody saw it was Dustin Hoffman, the crowd went bananas!

(Debbie) See that's messed up because ya'll weren't trying to do that in New York when I went to the show! (Eminem) We didn't have The Mummy idea set up yet. But in every city now we're going to let someone else be The Mummy.

(Debbie) Well, I would've been the Mummy! But Big Nasty said the costume wouldn't fit because my chest is too big! (Eminem) Yeah, I don't think the costume would fit because your chest is too big (laughter)

(Debbie)(laughter) Damn! You remember?! (Eminem) Yeah, I do (laughing)! (Debbie): Now why did you feel the need to dis Milkbone, Cage, and everybody? I mean, your shit was hot and it would've still been hot without the dissing, so why did you feel you had to break on them? (Eminem): I didn't know any of this shit was going to happen between Cage and me. I dissed Cage because he said I took his style. I don't even know the motherfucker! I never even heard of it! I never even heard of him! My manager, as a matter of fact, had to send me a copy of his record and he (his manager) was like "Yo, this kid is saying you bit his style..." I was like "Yo, send me his record." I heard his record and I was like "This motherfucker don't even sound like me!" With Milkbone, I wasn't even dissing Milkbone on my album. When I said "I'm on a Serch to crush a Milkbone" (from "Don't Give a Fuck"), I was talking about stereotypes and now I heard he wants to bring it, so he could bring it and look stupid, you know what I'm sayin'!

(Debbie)I think it's on the Death Row "Chronic 2000" album. (Eminem) I don't think so, but I heard his shit and his shit is garbage. I wish it is was dope enough for me to respond, but it's not, you know what I'm sayin'? So fuck it. I'm not giving them any more attention.

(Debbie): What about Vanilla Ice? See, I think Vanilla Ice gets a bad rap. I think he was just a puppet in the game. The executives were like "You want to eat? Say you're from the ghetto even though you aren't." He was a puppet. (Eminem): Look, I went to all black schools, and I went to mixed schools. I say be proud of where you come from and represent. Fuck it, if you're from Beverly Hills, be proud. Don't lie! I could never lie! Shit! I'd be too paranoid that people would find out. I couldn't do it, but then again, I'm not in his situation. Did you see what he said about me in Vibe Magazine (June issue)?

(Debbie) Yeah, but I don't think he really means that. I don't think he really hates you, I just think he feels that he HAS to, not because he truly feels that way. It's like, there are few of you so-called "white rappers" out there that he feels he needs to break on you and playa hate. It's all jealousy.

(Eminem)Yeah. When I read it, I felt like he was jealous of me. You could sense the animosity, like he was saying to himself, "That (Eminem) should be me."

(Debbie) But I think Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer were ahead of their time. I mean they were going platinum when a lot of rappers weren't. Hammer had sponsors, a doll, a cartoon before ANYONE else did, and they hated on him. Now everyone's doing the same thing. (Eminem) Yeah that's true. But I'm sayin' still represent. Isn't Hammer broke?

(Debbie) Not by OUR standards. By the standards of people living in Beverly Hills. (Eminem) True.

(Debbie) Look at Milli Vanilli. They wanted to expose themselves and say that they weren't singing their own shit. But their manager beat them to it and exposed them as frauds. Ain't that fucked up! (Eminem) Hell ya!

(Debbie) And you know what? Their manager still kept in touch with the member that died. As a matter of fact, the manager was the one who found him when he committed suicide! (Eminem) Word?!

(Debbie) You know that manager is NOT sleeping well at night! (Eminem) Hell No! He definitely ain't!

(Debbie) I also think the reason that some people have a problem with you is because, you're white, you love rap, you don't want to be black because you're proud of who you are, AND you came from the underground, so you are a part of Hip Hop, whether they like it or not. No one "made" you like they "made" Vanilla Ice. (Eminem) Exactly, I love Hip Hop regardless, and people from the underground know me. I mean it's not like I wake up every morning, look in the mirror, and say "Boy, I sure am white today." So get off it and move on.

(Debbie) That's why you're talking to Black Gold! We on some other shit!

(Eminem) A'ight!

(Debbie) I mean, MC Serch, I know that brother was praying to be Black before he went to sleep. (laughter) He even dissed white people in his own rhymes. (Eminem) Yeah that's right. In "Gas Face" he said "Black cat is bad luck/Bad guys wear black/Must have been a white man that created all that." I remember when I heard that, I felt funny, like "Yo, what is he saying?!" I felt uncomfortable. But he is a dope MC and one of favorite MCs.

(Debbie): So do you really smoke all that weed and do all that shit that you say on the album? (Eminem): Everything I say, 99.9% of that shit I lived. I either lived it or I've seen it. It's better for me tell you what I don't do, than what I do do. I don't do heroin, cocaine, but I do 'shrooms, ecstasy, and I don't really smoke that much weed. I guess because I smoke so much of it, that shit has no affect on me (laughter).

(Debbie) So use something stronger, like crack! (laughing) (Eminem)(laughing) Yeah right! but nah, I don't smoke crack either. But I do drink Bacardi. I drink that shit like water!

(Debbie) That's wild that you're so honest and you could say "Yo, I drink"

(Eminem)(reciting a line from "Don't Give a Fuck") Well, my name is Marshall Mathers and I'm an alcoholic...(laughing) Why? Do you do drugs?

(Debbie) No. (Eminem) Not even weed?!

(Debbie) No! (Eminem) Would you try it?

(Debbie) I never tried and I don't know if I would.

(Debbie): You shouted out Canibus on you album. He was one of our cover stories. Have you ever seen him perform or freestyle? (Eminem): I never heard Canibus freestyle, but I respect him as a lyricist. I will say that.

(Debbie): Yeah. I have a mixtape and I heard him freestyle and he's on some technological shit. He's real nice. What advice do you have to those who are trying to get into the game? (Eminem): Keep working! You gotta know that you're dope. You gotta know you have talent. If you know that, keep working and it will happen. If you ain't got any talent, I can't speak for that!

(Debbie): Any advice to our female Black Gold readers who might be feeling you? (Eminem): Use condoms!

(Debbie): (laughter) Besides that! (Eminem): (laughter) Use condoms. Use used condoms if you have to! (everybody's laughing). I don't give a fuck! Use used condoms if you have to! Right?

(Debbie): Do you believe in God? (Eminem): Yeah I do, but I'm not a religious person. I don't go to church and all that.

(Debbie) Me too, but I know you must have praying everyday! And he definitely blessed you! Very few people can actually do what they love. (Eminem) Hell yeah I prayed everyday! Before I got my deal, I lost my job. I couldn't even afford diapers. I was like "Something gotta give!"

(Debbie) Well you've definitely been blessed! (Eminem) Thank you.

(Debbie): Well what's in the future for Slim Shady? (Eminem): In the Fall, I'm doing another tour, but I don't know who else is on it. And then there the Chronic tour with Dre. I'm gonna be meeting with him, but there is no release date yet for the album or the tour.

(Debbie): Any last words? (Eminem): Don't ever let anyone try and stop hip hop. Hip hop is gonna be here for mother-fuckin E-V-E-R. Hip Hop is forever. Hip Hop is universal and it will never stop. These motherfuckers tried to stop it in the beginning, they could not stop it.

(Debbie) Well, God Bless you and thank you so much for the interview! God Bless to your family!

(Eminem) Thank you! (Debbie) Oh by the way, everything I didn't put in here I'm going to put in a tell all book!

(Eminem) You're gonna put all kinds of shit in a tell-all book! Oh word!

(Debbie)I'm saying. You gotta give me the hush money! (Eminem) Oh word!

(Debbie) Yeah! You went double platinum, you could afford it! I'll give you my bank account number! (Eminem) A'ight. I'll drop $7 million tomorrow.

(Debbie) I'm gonna call it "The Shady Memoirs." (laughter) (Eminem) You're an ass! (laughter) Peace.

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Roxette: “The Look” 12”

T’Pau: “Heart And Soul” 12”

Dire Straits: Extended Dance EP 12”

Flora Purim: “Stories To Tell” 12”

Raveonettes, The: Pe’Ahi 12”

Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark: “If You Leave” b/w “La Femme Accident” 12”

Nu Shooz: “Point Of No Return” 12”

Falco: “Vienna Calling” b/w “Rock Me Amadeus” 12”

Shirts, The: self-titled 12”

Belinda Carlisle: “I Get Weak” 12”

Captain Sensible: “Wot!” 12”

Young Gods, The: self-titled 12”

Men Without Hats: “The Safety Dance” 12”

Level 42: “Something About You” 12”

Killing Joke: “Sanity” b/w “Eighties” 12”

Pere Ubu: The Art Of Walking 12”

Kraftwerk: The Man-Machine 12”

Innocent, The: Livin’ In The Street 12”

XBXRX: Gop Ist Minee 12”

Cabaret Voltaire: The Crackdown 12”

Cars, The: Panorama 12”

#music #personal #playlists #reviews #mixtapes #Long Island #synthpop #new wave #rock #hip-hop #rap #industrial #punk #classic #boombox #old-school #wow #whoa #WTF #LOL #omega

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patricksmusicblog · 4 years ago

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DMX Discography Overview

It's Dark and Hell is Hot(1998): DMX's distinctive growl, aggression, and arresting flow is fully formed and at its highest potency here on It's Dark and Hell Is Hot. It's Dark and Hell is Hot is, for the most part, a dark menacing and street-orientated album. Some tracks even lean toward a horror-core vibe, "X is Coming" being the bleakest and most unsettling of the bunch. Still, there are deeply emotive tracks like Let Me Fly, Look Through My Eyes, and Convo, where DMX gets introspective and lets us in on his struggles internally and morally/spiritually. There are also hits here, like the hard but catchy "Ruff Ryders Anthem" and the chill summer jam "How's It Going Down." The album's production is handled by PK and Dame Grease, with the album's calling card produced by Swizz Beatz. On a broader level, DMX was a presence in the rap game filled some of the space that had been vacant since Tupac Shakur was murdered, passionate, aggressive, and visceral only specifically representative of the east coast. He also was the answer to the shiny suit luxury rap era Puffy was dominating with in 1997. The album is pure classic and certainly a top-tier album of 1998. Rating: 9.0/10

Favorite Tracks: Rough Rydahs Anthem, How's It Going Down, Intro, Crime Story, Look Thru My Eyes, Let Me Fly

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Flesh of my Flesh Blood of my Blood(1998): Flesh of My Flesh Blood of my Blood was released in late December of 1998 cemented DMX as the biggest rapper of that year and late 90s in general(Jay-Z notwithstanding). Aside from the Beastie Boys, the album had the highest first-week sales in a highly competitive year. As for the quality of this one, It's more of DMX's burst of rough and jagged rhymes. When he's not menacing(which is most of the time), he's as introspective and pain-stricken as he was on It's Dark, and Hell Is Hot. The apex of that would be "Slippin," an iconic song that is amongst the saddest tracks in hip-hop history as DMX open shares the trauma of his upbringing, being an addict and struggling to get out of it only to find its way back in it and everything that surrounds that in his past. It's really the fight in the song that makes the song his willingness not to quit and keep trying that makes the song "I got to get up, get back on my feet so I can tear sh*t up." What keeps the album from being the classic his debut was is that Swizz Beats takes the helm on most of the production here, which is hit or miss. DJ Shok, PK, and Dame Grease have a lot of the best beats here. They bring out that dark energy and tone that makes for X's best work. All in all, it's still a great project and amongst his best work. Rating: 8.0/10

Favorite Tracks: Slippin', Dogs For Life, Coming From, Black Out,

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...And Then There Was X(1999): ...And Then There Was X picks up were DMX previously left out brutal, pummeling bone-crushing violence come is to be expected. "One More Road to Cross" and "The Professional"(one of the albums hardest tracks) are early highlights. Then there's the heartfelt but mature writing of "Here We Go Again," one X's best tracks, and "More 2 a Song," the ladder of which speaks to DMX's avoidance when it comes to rapping about the flashy materialistic side of things. While this is DMX's third full length album, it sounds more like a full-fledged sophomore effort to It's Dark and Hell is Hot while Flesh of my Flesh' plays more as an extension, too, or a very good b-side to its predecessor. This album contains some of DMX most well-known hits it including his biggest "Party Up"(Up in Here), a high energy track produced by Swizz Beatz that finds DMX being peak DMX, the chorus is both funny and little corny, there's a good touch of humor in DMX's bars on the track that give it charm. Another well-known X track is "What these B*tches Want" ft Sisqo, a silly and misogynistic track that has its charm and humor but is a bit lacking as far as the chorus in my opinion. "What's My Name?" however, is a banger that's one of DMX's better singles and meant to be played at a high volume out of your car. ...And Then There Was X is another strong album from DMX, and its more consistent than Flesh of my Flesh' less visceral and hungry than It's Dark. 8.5/10

Favorite tracks: Party Up(Up in Here) Here We Go Again, What's My Name, The Professional, Angel, More 2 a Song

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The Great Depression(2001): DMX's fourth straight #1 album finds him trying new things. There are the rap-rock efforts like Bloodline Efforts, and I'ma Bang which will always be hit or miss depending on the kind of music listener you are. To me, they're listenable but amongst the corniest of DMX records in his catalog. The worst is the silly/sad "She Was Da Bomb" where X writes a track about basically impregnating a woman and threatening to be a deadbeat. Yeah, the lows here are amongst the lowest of his career. Transversely, "Who We Be," a socially conscious record, is one of DMX's best tracks ever, and "We Right Here" has a great beat and is amongst the best on the album. Aside from the hits, you get the heartfelt "I'm Missing You" and the thoughtful "When I'm Nothing". There are also more R&B sounds here which I think is a nice change of pace. The Great Depression is solid; it's less aggressive and consistent than any of the three albums before it; some songs really work, and a few don't. I think it's worth listening to; there are essential DMX tracks here, but I wouldn't consider the LP quintessential as a whole. 7.5/10

Favorite Tracks: Who We Be, We Right Here, When I”m Nothing, I”m Missing You,

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Grand Champ(2003): DMX's fifth straight #1 album is even more boom or bust than The Great Depression is. Where The Great Depression had weird moments and tracks that didn't quite work. Here X doesn't sound quite as passionate as he does early in his career. In an interview he did on 106 n Park around the time of the album's release, he'd spoken about not making what he should off his music, and I wonder how much that put a damper on writing and recording for this album. When it comes to what's here, the menacing brutality and growl is here, but it isn't as consistently visceral as it was early on. At 24 tracks, it's also a long, over-bloated album but even shorting it; I don't think the bulk of the music here holds up through time. "Get it On the Floor," has a terrible chorus, and most tracks between 13-23 are forgettable. As for the best of what's here "Where the Hood At" Produced by Swizz is a classic DMX track it's hard and has a great beat and hook. "Dogs Out" Which features Kanye on production. Then you have "We're Back" ft Eve and Jadakiss, another highlight and features pretty good verses from all three, but I believe Jada had the best performance. The international version of the album features the track "X Gon Give It To Ya" another very good single from X. This is an interesting listen, and depending how die-hard an X fan you are you may still enjoy this. I think there are tracks worth salvaging, but it isn't an essential listen. 6.5/10

Favorite Tracks: Dogs Out, Where The Hood At, X Gon Give it to Ya

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The Year of the Dog(2006):This is the point where the bottom really fell out on DMX's music. The highs here aren't amongst the highest of X's career, and the lows are certainly amongst the lowest—tons of generic and lackluster production, mediocre choruses. A weird rap/rock crossover. DMX's tenacity isn't as urgent or visceral, and a lot of what's here (tracks 2-10) sounds, sadly, like a caricature of himself(with "It's personal" as the exception). The best tracks on the album are sneak in at the end where you find songs like "Blown Away" and "Goodbye"; those are the most soul-bearing tracks on the album. As a whole, it's a below-average album that, aside from a few moments, The down turn reflected itself culturally and sells wise it was his first album not to go #1 and only to go gold, and by the mid 00s DMX wasn’t in most conversations when comes to being amongst the best . 4.0/10

Favorite Tracks: It’s Personal, Blown Away, Goodbye, Life Be My Song

Undisputed(2012): Undisputed was a well-intentioned, admirable comeback album for DMX. There are some solid moments here "Cold World" Speaks on what he perceives as the rap game getting weak. "I'm back" is one of the better tracks on the album. You can hear the pain coming through on "Have You Eva." I like "Y'all Don't Really Know" because it comes close to some of his early work. Still, it just isn't enough; there are quite a few missteps on this album, whether it'd be the awful "Sucker for Love" or "I Get Scared" X sounds weaker vocally, and the production is lacking. There's some charm to "I Don't Dance" with MGK but it's somewhat awkward and not among his strongest singles. It's better than Year Of The Dog but still far from the level of X's heyday. 5.5/10

Favorite Tracks: I‘m Back, Have You Eva, Ya’ll Don’t Really Know

DMX is an undeniable legend and quintessential to late 90s-early 00s hip-hop. His music and voice, and passion transcends its era and is easily felt now. His apex from 98-00' is highly recommended. Past that, it's a lot more hit and miss, but both the Great Depression and Grand Champ have some gems worth grabbing. Past that, it's even spottier but given X's internal struggles it was great we were even able to get those LPs. Fortunately, DMX seemed to be doing well and had finished an album before passing away, so I'm eager to hear what he'd been working on.

#DMX #discography #Rap #Hip-Hop #Music #Discography Overview #Late 90s #Early 2000s

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zamgoods · 4 years ago

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Easter Eggs linking Anastasia, National Treasures, Da Vinci Codes, Indiana Jones: Following the Bread Crumbs or Ball of Thread out of the Labyrinth and into the Crypt of Aaliyah and DMX

Sunday May 23rd 5.23.21 222 days remaining 3 Days until Full Moon Lunar Eclipse

Protectors of Treasured Secrets, Guardians of Truths are entrusted with keeping sacred valuables. Well what do we hold sacred? Do we have any secrets to hide? Do we have treasured artifacts anymore? Are they someone else's galleries, museums, stock rooms?

Something passed down from generation to generation. Our DNA, genetic coded messages. In our cells nuclei. Family. Is more precious than we know. Melanin unlocked with the golden keys of the dark universe. Stars, constellations revealing above what is below and within our smallest parts of our selves.

These are our stories...really and truly they are.

Out of all of these movies, they highlighted one highly melinated person in each movie for National Treasure. Eventhough the premise is about Black People. In National Treasure (NT), The little boy decodes the Silence DoGood Letters with the cipher by counting the letters. Gematria is a key. He reveals the location of the LIberty Bell. One guy have him ONE DOLLAR BILLS and the other gave him a BENJAMIN. Is it really about "Benjamin Franklin," really? or the Tribe of Benjamin. This boy is the key. Now why do you think that is?

BEN is the son or the STONE. YAMIN.

NT2 shows a drawing of Estaban, the slave that cured the Native AMericans who showed him the Sought after City of Gold, Cibola. Also can be transliterated as SIBYLA. Come on now, Huh. As Dick Gregory highlighted the points. HUH. They say that to find the Treasure of the AGes, the "SECRET LIES WITH CHARLOTTE." In the first NT movie it was a ship frozen in the ARtic Circle carrying the pipe with coded message about the map on the Declaration of Independence, in some gun powder, Black like Melanin. OKay. But in the Book of Secrets, CHarlotte was a freed slave that had George Washington's blue prints of the undergrown passages of Mount Vernon. This passage with the Indian Arrow head that when angled correctly opened the doors of knowledge of the Book and the pages of Presidential illumination location. Secret of 47. perhaps the 47th president of US. or the degrees of the Compass on the Freemason logo. Let's not knowingly leave out that the hidden CIty of Gold was in the "BLACK" Hills.

Doctor Nichols is seen initially as a supporter of the GATES family accomplishments, but spins towards the Confederate descendant, Wilkerson for what seems to be money and fear for his life.

It's not hard to see how marginalized that keep black people out of these stories, despite the fact that it is really the central piece. Templar Treasure in DaVinci Code and National Treasure is found in Solomon's Temple and the Crusades (WAR) on the Muslim/Moors to gain the valuables from EGYPT and the Bloodline of JESUS. As described in the BIBLE to be Brass colored with Wooly Hair. We are talking about a brown man with an AFRO. His blood line with Mary Magdelene leads them to France, along with the Royal Romanov Blood line with Anastasia. This word is in the BiBLE New TESTAMENT with regards to JESUS resurrection. EASTER. Don't forget that AALIYAH was ANASTASIA in the music video for Journey to the Past. She also had a big part on special features for the DVD where she goes to FRANCE and goes to the Rose Line. Look it up. She does a mini documentary on Russian/French landmarks in France.

Why is this important to secret treasure. IN her Music Video More Than a Woman she speaks of "Secret Treasure, keeps on getting better", and puts her finger over her lips. Even see the same star seen in Da Vinci as sacred feminine. In the movie, Teabing, speaks of the Priory of Sion revealing the truth about the lineage of Jesus Descendant in 2000. That's when Aaliyah was in ROMEO MUST DIE. A coded movie about DMX death by a getting shot (vaccine or OD) and her death reported on 8/26. This has more loaded messages since Kapernick took the knee on this day in 2016 like the Templar Knights and main characters, Nicholas Cage and Tom Hanks, did to honor this treasure of DIvine Feminine, as Holy Grail knights.

Da Vinci Code has one scene when they escape to the streets of Paris, with the drug addicts, prostitutes in a park and MS. Neveu, Jesus and Mary M's heir stop a heroine addict from using, perhaps even avoiding an overdose and they play DMX sounding rapper. If anybody can recognize the song, please let me know. In National Treasure they go to Mount Vernon, Virginia which is supposedly George Washington's residence, but there is a Mount Vernon just south of Yonkers, New York where DMX was raised and resided. Just to add to the other connections to him with the opening scene of the Movie taking place on April 9th, the same day he died and even on Good Friday. Also in DVC, Teabing mention the Gospel of Philip the Apostle relating to Jesus being married to Mary M. Remember Prince Philip died on the same day as DMX.

Almost forgot to mention, that a coded message in the Louvre Museum to find the Fleur de lie key, was DARK IS the Con of MAN. They rearranged the letter to mean Madonna on the Rocks. But if you know what DMX stands for is Dark Man X. You'll clearly see it in this code.

The Kicker is this. IN Da Vinci Code, they show a picture of the Last Supper showing Mary M, sitting next to Jesus with Holy Grail, V, between them. They say his descendant was said to have died in a car crash, but in reality the Priory of Sion kept her and raised her. Now think about this too. Anastasia, was thought to have died, but was raised in an Orphanage for 10 years. Remember Aaliyah was Anastasia, if you look at the Journey from the past video as well as her having the same graphic star as Anastasia wore on her locket and Trish/Aaliyah had the same design in her apartment in Romeo Must Die.

Just Imagine if there is a secret being told right in front of our eyes. Listen to the sounds, keys, notes. The Holy Grail. Temple Treasure. Indiana Jones and National Treasure show Coronado. Can't help but see Corona. In the Temple of Doom opening scene about China and Wuhan, chicken flu, Bats, coded into Corona. Crusades, Holy Wars for Holy GRAIL. Sacred land of Israel is being fought over again. They term for their right to return is....Aaliyah and now look at this last 11 days war in Palestine/Holy Land ending days 50 days from Easter and Passover. Before the 2021 Lunar and Solar Eclipse.

The power of ritual with the blood of the dark people.

Blood Money-Sang Real

Misra, Isra-el, Egypt

Exodus-Exile

GET OUT

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stephenjaymorrisblog · 4 years ago

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All the Kings Men

April 20, 2021

Stephen Jay Morris

Mike Mitchel died yesterday. He was the lead guitarist of a Pacific Northwest garage band, The Kingsmen. One thing I hate about being an old fart is how I now have a front seat from which to watch my heroes die, one by one. Every day I’ll ask myself, “Oh, who died today?” And the cause of death is typically either from natural causes or diseases like dope or alcohol addiction. It doesn’t impact just my generation, either. The Rap community experiences this, also. DMX recently died from some drug related illness. He was 50. I have searched and investigated, ad nauseam, for answers to why artists do this to themselves. But that is not my subject this morning.

Richard Berry, who wrote the infamous song, “Louie Louie,” initially wrote it as a Calypso tune. It turned into an R&B song that did okay on the charts in 1957, then quietly disappeared. Berry needed some money, so he sold his rights to the song to some publishing company. He was paid $750. Some time later, though, he bought back the rights and became a millionaire five years before he died.

In the interim, in 1961, something unexpected happened. Some dude named Rockin Roberts covered the song and released it as a single, however, his version was closer to Rock and Roll. Rockin Roberts would become a member of the legendary garage band, “The Wailers,” who ultimately re-recorded the song for their first album.

Well, in 1963, the damn burst! Some dance band from Portland, Oregon wanted to snag a gig to play on a cruise ship. They needed a demo to get it. They knew someone from a radio station who could help them so, with 35 bucks and one microphone hanging from the ceiling, they recorded “Louie Louie” – the unmistakable version we all know and love! Think of it! Just one stinking microphone recorded that iconic song! They didn’t get the cruise ship gig, but their song quickly garnered national attention when one DJ played it on his show. Enter: The Kingsmen! They were lucky; they got their hit just before the Beatles hogged up the airways in 1964.

After the Kingsmen’s, “Louie Louie” hit, everybody and their mother covered it. The song was easy to play and everyone liked it. College fraternities, in particular, loved it. It was great to drink to! Even though the lyrics were about a homesick sailor who wanted to see his girlfriend again, somehow, teens related to it.

When I was nine years old, I saw some teenagers on their front lawn, on our street, washing and waxing their parents’ car – a Chrysler Valiant. The car radio was tuned to KHJ. That was the first time I heard “Louie Louie.” Some kid in a straw hat was dancing with his bikini clad girlfriend. I was sitting on my bike, listening to the song, when the this pimple-faced dude shouted to me, “Hey, kid! You want something?” I shook my head no, to which he replied loudly, “Then make like a banana and split! Go back to Ma Ma!” When I got home, I got out my transistor radio and tuned in to the local rock station, hoping to hear the song again. I did! But I didn’t know who the band was. I wouldn’t find out for another two years.

I remember hearing the Kingsmen’s novelty song, “Jolly Green Giant.” That song influenced me in my writing of novelty songs. It didn’t go far, peaking at number 25 on the charts. The Kingsmen were competing with Dylan, the Beatles, and the Stones at the time, so it was tough. If they’d released that song in 1963, it might have charted higher. “Louie Louie” would be their only number one song.

“Louie Louie” had everything that makes for a great rock song. Mike Mitchel’s guitar solo was pretty funky for someone without any guitar effects. The lead vocalist didn’t know all of the words, so he mumbled some of the lyrical lines. The drummer dropped his sticks 52 seconds into the song and yelled “Fuck!” If you listen closely, you can hear him say it.

Why didn’t the FBI catch that? The FBI? What? You’d think the FBI was looking for communists under every bed! The Agency got thousands of complaints from parents who declared the song was obscene. For two fucking, years the FBI investigated the song! They played it forwards, backwards, and upside down. They slowed down the speed and play it faster. They managed to isolate the vocals, concluding that the singer was mumbling nonsense. Your tax money hard at work, even back then!

If I had to pick the best rock song in the history of pop tunes, it would be “Louie Louie.” My band, The 100th Monkey, even played it and I sang it. Only, I changed the words to “Ronald Reagan, you got to go!” Now I got to go. Bye!

#louie louie #60's garage bands #baby boomer generation #poets on tumblr #free music #american gods #usa

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crazycrackersworld · 4 years ago

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The death of rapper DMX this weekend brought something to mind. When celebrities.pass, it affects different people in different ways. For me, I feel bad, but usually than no worse than if an aquaintance passed. But some, very few have touched my life in such a way, that when they die...it hits me as hard as if it was a family member. Dimebag, Lemmy, Chris Cornell, those hit me very hard.

I remember, vividly the morning I saw the news that Stan Lee had passed away. I was sitting in the/my chair in the apartment I shared with Sue. I read the news, and, and I just started crying, like my grandfather had died or something. I had never met Stan, didn't know him personally, but he had touched my life in so many ways. From comic books, to cartoons, to movies, to just how amazing a person he was. I sat in that chair and I cried, real tears of grief.

Sue came in the living room, saw I was crying and asked what was wrong. I told her that Stan Lee had died. Did she brush it off? Did she act like I was overreacting to the death of someone I didn't even know? Did she think it weird or bizarre? No, she sat down on the ottoman, reached out to me, and pulled me into her arms. She held me, said she was sorry, said she knew how much he meant to me. She comforted me, kisses my head, squeezed me right, and held me until I composed myself.

That, plain and simple is the woman, no, the person that I miss. No matter what has happened since, or what is still to come. That is the Sue I still wish I could be with. And it will probably never happen and I am starting to be ok with that, or more honestly accepting that.

But that is just one of the things I miss, and will always miss.

But I am realistic, and I know that missing that person is all I have left. And that does make me sad.

But....day by day.

#i miss her #i miss her so much #i know she is still in there #i still think i can find her

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brattywriters-anonymous · 6 years ago

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This Way..

Part V (and the Valentine’s Day special) of the “I’m Never Wrong” Series.

Erik x (Black!)Reader

Fic Playlist: Back in One Piece x DMX feat. Aaliyah, This Way x Khalid feat. H.E.R, Gonna Love Me x Teyana Taylor, You Got Me x The Roots feat. Erykah Badu

Warnings: ANGST, Violence, Erik done fucked up!

It had been over six months since your night off, and quite a bit has changed. You recently chose to work as the remote part time senior partner to spend more time with Leanna and JuJu, as you promised N’jadaka on your honeymoon. The two of you made a pact to be more involved in the family you were building. He vowed to transition from Wakandan Wardog to the Director of the Oakland Wakandan Outreach Center. In reality, N’jadaka was only home for about four months out of the year. One month for every season. When he left a month after your romantic night, he promised that it was his last mission and he’d only be gone for a month. One month turned into six. It was reminding you of the first year of your relationship when he returned from Wakanda. Except for now, you have paperwork and two children between you. Which fueled your anger on a different level.

Each day that passed after that promised month, Y/N’s resentment grew. It had been radio silence for five months, JuJu had learned to roll over, crawl, and even started standing on his own. N’jadaka missed all of those precious milestones. He and Y/N couldn’t even celebrate his birthday together the week prior to this one. This particular day, you cup runneth over. Leanna is on her worst behavior, talking back and being sassy. N’Juma was screaming all day at the top of his lungs due to his top two teeth coming in. You couldn’t even finish reviewing your junior partner’s briefings due to your children running amok in your house. You have had it. While Lee Lee was throwing all of her toys out of her bin, and JuJu was having a temper tantrum, you walked out on your porch.

You let out a scream and broke down. You were out of steam, out of options. Your ears pick up the sound of tires rolling up to your house. Since your home is the only one in the col du sac, whoever it is is either turning around or they’re parking. When you hear the engine die you lift your head to find a blacked out Suburban. Nakia emerges from the passenger seat, Ayo from the drivers side. You hold your breath, thinking the worst when you don’t see N’jadaka. You see the rear passenger door crack open, you let out a short sigh; still panicking because you can’t see who’s behind the tented windows. Those muddy steel toe boots hit the pavement your breathing find it’s normal pattern, then your eyes turn more red than they already are from your tears.

Erik gets out of the car, all smiles. That’s until he sees your bloodshot eyes and mean mug. His smiles disappear into a look of concern. You charge straight for him with your fists balled. You huff as you swing and your fist connect with his cheekbone. He reaches for your arm but your anger adds to your speed. Your other fist bangs against his nose. His head twists to the opposite side of your abuse as blood flies across your front yard. He gains control of your arms, ignoring his injuries. “Y/N, Y/N! Dammit! Calm down, woman!” You grunt at his demand, trying to free yourself from his hold. He grips your wrists tighter, “Our kids in there alone!? Ayo, Nakia, can y’all check on them please?”

The pair stand among you two in shock. Nakia taps Ayo’s side and they fall into the house. “I’ve been taking care of them day in and day out for over six months so excuse me for needing to take a fucking breather, N’Jadaka! Why didn’t you call? Why haven’t I heard from you!? I was starting to think you--” “You was starting to think I was dead?” “I was starting to think yo ass left! You’re so fucking selfish! I can’t even believe you right now. Hopping out of the car like you were gonna be met with kisses and hugs. Nigga fuck you!” You shove him with your shoulder, he surrenders and lets you go. You push the front door open, it slams against the wall; attention from your children, Ayo, and Nakia turns to you.

You make a beeline to your bedroom and you start stuffing clothes, toiletries, and shoes into your oversized backpack you fill it to the brim and grab your car key. You brush past your estranged husband to close your laptop and put that in its respective bag. “Where do you think you going?” “Away from you.” And with that, you turn you back and trail to your car. You hear N’jadaka’s heavy footsteps follow you, “Babe, can we talk about this? I’m so--” “Yeah I know, You’re sorry. You’re sorry as fuck. You let half a fucking year go by! You haven’t seen or heard from me. Let alone your daughter and son. You missed Leanna’s birthday! You’ve missed so fucking much with not even so much as a bullshit filled excuse as to why!” As he intends on interrupting you, you slap him clean across his cheek. “You had six months to talk and you didn’t. I’m about to say my peace before I peel out. I’ve highhandedly taken Leanna to and from school, battled her chicken pox and three colds she’s gotten, and put her in ballet in the six and a half months of your absence. I’ve watched N’Juma flourish. He went from babbling and slobbering to teething, crawling, and standing. The boy is damn near walking and you were nowhere to be found! You left me here with little to no help and support. I needed you! You neglected your responsibilities and didn’t make good on your promise which left me to pick up your slack!”

N’jadaka swipes his thumbs across your cheeks to wipe your tears but you push him away, “You ain’t shit for this ‘Ja. You really not. I’m out. I’ll be back whenever. Like you.” You push start your car and peel off with your tires screeching.

Erik’s POV

Lee Lee and JuJu were both screaming and crying at Y/N’s dramatic exit. I knew I had some explaining to do when I got home but, shit! I didn’t know I was gon come back to a couple of blows to my face(PAUSE). Now I’m in the middle of my living room, with two crying kids on my hip with my sore ass face.

I finally get my kids asleep and I start my search for my wife. I call up Shuri, “Hey cuzzo, are Y/N’s Kimoyo beads activated?” Shuri types some figures into her database before answering, “Yes. She’s traveling pretty fast. She may be on a flight.” “A flight!? Where?” Shuri gets to typing again, “Let’s cross check the San Fran International flights.. track the flight plans with her location.. Cousin?” “Yeah?” She pauses before continuing, “She’s coming here.” “Here, meaning, Wakanda?” “Yes.”

T’challa has allowed flights to come into our home country, exclusively for natives and their families. So Y/N actually going is a pleasant surprise. “Alright, bet. Tell ‘Cha I need the jet.” “N’Jadaka, maybe you should give her some time, eh?” “Shuri, maybe you shoooould mind your business, eh? Look I’ve gone six months without my wife. I need her to come home. Plus, it’s not gon be just me coming. The kiddos are tagging along too.” Shuri smiles at the suggestion, “Great! Mother has been dying to meet them!”

Y/N’s POV

“Good Morning ladies and gentlemen! We are now landing. Welcome to Wakanda!” The flight attendant graciously announces my arrival to N’jadaka’s home country. I haven’t been back here since the wedding. Since Leanna was too young to travel, she’s never been here and of course JuJu hasn’t either. I miss my babies, don’t get me wrong. But being with those two, caring for them day in and day out for that long, alone, took it’s toll on me. Mentally and physically. I need this vacation. This is the best place I thought about going in the midst of my rage. The clear port is next to the Golden city. I find my way to the center of the city to Shuri’s lab where it seems like she’s waiting.

“About time, Y/N!” She hugs me tight, “How are you?” “Uh, Shuri, how did you know I was coming?” She gives me a childish chuckle, “My cousin asked me to track you down. I knew you were coming about an hour after you took off.” I roll my eyes, “So he’s coming?” Her eyes wonder off as she turns back into her lab, “I do not know Y/N! But uhm, come on in. I wanna show you what I’ve been working on. And I’ll take those while I’m at it..” She rolls my Kimoyo beads off of my wrist, “Why? They work just fine.” “Ugh! You sound like T’challa! Just as I tell him. Just because something is working, doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.” Some contraption standing before us piques my interest, she begins explaining what it is. “This is what I’ve been working on. It’s a collection of vibranium bots. I got the Idea from that Disney movie, Big Hero 6. Leanna showed it to me! They’re about 300,000 microbots that can help improve the construction and infrastructure in major cities all over the world.” The microbots built a replica of T’Challa’s panther suit, a car, and finished off with a replica of the outside of Shuri’s lab. “Wow Ri, this is awesome!”

Shuri turns off the remote which controlled the bots in the form of a glove. “Thank you Y/N. It’s only in prototype stage right now. But.. once it’s ready for mass production, I’ll introduce it after opening the latest Outreach center in Brooklyn, New York City!” I’m truly impressed. Shuri is a kid genius. I surely hope Leanna takes after her since they are quite fond of one another.

“Cool! I’m sure you’ll be in the Forbes magazine, once again, on that invention alone. Anywho, how’s Queen Mother?” “Queen Mother is doing quite well, Y/N.” T’challa and Shuri’s mother appears from the front entrance. “Queen Mother.” I bow, she takes my hand to pull me upright, “Y/N, we are family. There’s no need to bow.” Ramonda gives me the warmest hug. I truly feel at home here. The people are beautiful, it’s like the colors are more vibrant. The sun rises and sets in a brighter tone. Maybe I should’ve made it here a long time ago.

I pursue Ramonda to the throne room as she asks, “Now child, what brings you to Wakanda? I know that American holiday for lovers is tomorrow. Where’s my nephew?” I’m trying to think of how to tell her what happened in a respectful manner. Even though we are technically family, I still want to reply in a courteous manner. “Well.. Er-- I mean, N’jadaka.. He said he was only gonna be gone for a month. A month was more like half a year. Plus, to be honest, I haven’t even thought about Valentine’s day.” Ramonda’s face furrows into one of amusement. “Maybe you should think about that Y/N, it may remind you and him why you fell in love to begin with. I am not sure why he would tell you when he would return. War dog missions have no set duration.” I stare out to the panoramic view of the Golden City, “He wasn’t supposed to be doing this forever either.” Ramonda hums in agreement, “Mhm. He’s spoken to T’challa about that mission being his last. He will be accepting the director position for Director of your home town’s Outreach center, yes?”

“I mean, yeah. I guess. He never told me any of that.” I let out a sigh “You never gave me the chance to explain, love.” Swinging around toward the door, I find N’jadaka standing in his typical at ease stance, force of habit from bring in the Navy. My mouth twitches to form a smile, but my thoughts correct me. “What are you doing here ‘Ja?” He plasters a smirk and shrugs, “I came to get my wife. What is my wife doing here?” “She came here to relax, to reflect. We can do that.” N’jadaka turns his lip up and nods, “Okay Y/N. As far as I can tell, you do need that. You damn sure deserve it.” I cross my arms, deeply amused at his response, “Ha! Ha! Oh, We, huh? What part of me leaving you with the kids you didn’t understand? What part of anything I told you has you misconstrued that got you to come here?”

He mirrors my movement, crossing his arms, “I don’t have anything misconstrued, Y/N. I get everything you said to me. I apologize for making you feel neglected, baby. I just didn’t wanna start anything by telling you it was gonna take a lot longer than I thought before I completed the mission. Next thing I knew, we had to go under the radar, and I couldn’t tell you.” “N’jadaka Erik Stevens-Udaku. How dare you! You left me to think whatever!” He grips me by my waist and pulls me to him, looking at me face to face, “I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for it all. I think you should be here right now. You need some R&R, I get that. So, we’ll be spending Valentine’s Day here this year.”

“Ugh. Here you go with this we shit again!” Ramonda clears her throat, “I apologize..” ‘Ja whispers in my ear, “I don’t just mean me in the we..” I hear tiny footsteps close in, “Mommy! This place is so prettyyyy!” Leanna exclaims this to me while reaching her tiny arms as far as they can stretch to hug my legs. I bend down to meet the love that is my first born, “It is isn’t it?” She enthusiastically nods, “Yes! Baba said this is where he’s from, why don’t we live here?” He intercepts, “Le, we don’t live her because daddy and mommy have responsibilities to home.” I pick her up and nod, “Yeah, we both have jobs to do, lovebug. We’re always welcome to visit though.” Leanna jolts for joy and chants, “I wanna hang out with cousin RiRi! Where she at?!” Ramonda chimes in, “I’ll take you to her, she’s in her lab! Give mommy and daddy some time alone, eh?”

Erik leads me to the west wing of the palace where the Dora placed my bags at the door, “This is your room Y/N. Leanna, N’Juma, and I are gonna be on the other side of the palace.” “Okay, so are we gonna be separate the entire time?” He shushes me, “Damn, woman! No. But You did say you needed time to yourself. I’m giving you that! Tomorrow is Valentines day, I got a few things lined up for us to do with the kids and I got something special for you.. Just let me, okay?”

I open the door to my suite, my back to him I rebut, “Let’s just see how the day goes with the kids. Then I’ll tell you if I’ll let you or not.”

With that, I roll my belongings in with me and shut the door. Retiring to the room for the remainder of the evening.

I spent the ladder part of the night prior completing the brief reviews I had left before my huge blowup. I fell asleep after I completed my last one. It’s eerily quiet on this side of the palace. Yet, I am grateful for it. I woke up around seven AM with the strangest crook in my neck. I wince in agony, holding my neck where the source of pain resides. Shit! I must have slept wrong. I guess I can try to ease the pain with a hot bath. I plug my phone up to my beats pill and turn on my r&b playlist. Apple sure knows how to channel my mood because This Way by Khalid and H.E.R. begins playing, channeling all of yesterday’s energy into my morning.

You say I'm trippin', bullshit You're the one to make me do shit You're the one to make me feel it The feeling of stupid I was in your corner When you were putting me through shit Now you wanna leave No, you leaving me was foolish

I sink lower the more my comfy bath as the song continues, my mind flashes back to N’jadaka’s abrubt return back home..

“You’re sorry as fuck. You let half a fucking year go by! You haven’t seen or heard from me. Let alone your daughter and son. You missed Leanna’s birthday! You’ve missed so fucking much with not even so much as a bullshit filled excuse as to why!”

Yeah, all of these excuses Say I'm the one that made you ruthless Well you're the reason I'm crazy And with you, I feel useless I let you have it You took me for granted Always wanna play the victim When they don't know the truth is...

You left me this scar on my heart When I'd never take it that far (oh) Why would you say that it was true love If true love is absolute, what more can I say?

My Kimoyo beads go off on my left wrist, I answer it. N’jadaka is on the other end, “Good morning baby.” “Good morning ‘Ja, how are you?” “He releases a heavy sigh, “Our kids are a handful, ma. N’Juma is still on west coast time so he’s sleep now. But he was up until the past hour. Leanna is a total diva. She doesn’t wanna get up, at all!” Poor Erik. He looks so defeated. He only got a night compared to my one hundred eighty-some odd nights of that. “Bribe her with breakfast ‘Ja. JuJu can only be sleep for the next hour or else you’ll have a repeat of last night so you may wanna get her breakfast like, ten minutes ago.” Something flies by his face when he shakes Leanna to wake her up, “Lil girl did you--Get up Leanna! It’s time for breakfast!”

“What’s the plan for today Stevens?” He goes away from the camera view, you hear him tell your eldest child to brush her teeth and wash her face before he comes back, “We’re gonna take the kids to meet W’kabi, Okoye, and the boarder tribe so they can see the rhinos, then we’ll make the trip up to Jabari land so they can play in the sn--” he looks in what I assumed to be where his bathroom was located to see if Leanna was being nosey. I guess the answer was yes because he spells out the next word, “S-N-O-W.”

They’ve never been in the snow with us living in California and all, so it’s really thoughtful that he wants the kids to have that experience in Wakanda. I just hope he takes my advice or we’ll be in for a long and trying day. “Sounds good ba..” The words of adornment almost slips through my teeth, his eyebrows hit the top of his forehead waiting for the rest of the word to drop, “--Sounds good N’jadaka. The kids should enjoy it. I’ll be out for breakfast in a bit.”

I stumble through the corridors in my robe and slippers, searching for the dining room. I feel like I’m walking in circles at this point. I hadn’t bumped into anyone and I haven’t seen anything resembling a kitchen or a dining room. I finally found some stairs so I descend to what looks like a foyer next to two huge ass doors, then I hear my daughter yelling, “Where’s mommy? You said she was gonna be down here!” I follow the bossy little voice to the dining room, “I’m sorry LeeLee. Mommy got lost in here it’s so big!” Ramonda and Shuri laugh, “Sorry cousin, I told N’jadaka I should’ve retrieved you.” Speak of the Devil, he comes into the area with a large plate of pancakes in one hand, and a pitcher of OJ in the other, “And I told you she would find her way. How you doing baby?”

I cradle my neck again, “I’m good, except for my neck. I think I slept wrong last night.” N’jadaka huffs, “You slept sitting up, working?” My eyes squint as I purse my lips, “Yes--” I mouth, ‘smartass’, then continue, “I did.” He leaves that where it is as Leanna goes on to talk about her lab time with Shuri, “We’re syncing her gloves to surge an--E--M--P?” She looks over at Shuri for agreement of her termenology, Shuri nods, “Yes, LeeLee. Which stands for?” Leanna looks up, deep in her thoughts, then she snaps, “Eeee--Electromagnetic Pulse.” My four year old is truly on her way to becoming a genius. I’m so proud, “Look at my little scientist!” Leanna glows at the praise, “Baba says I can help with cousin RiRi’s project at home at the center, right?” N’jadaka pops a strawberry in his mouth and nods at his baby girl’s query, “Absolutely. I just got the news, T’challa will offically name me as the director of the Oakland Wakandan Outreach Center before we leave. I start work the week after next.”

Ramonda embraces her nephew and congratulates him. Their relationship had come a long way since he left Wakanda seven years ago. They resented one another. She disliked him because of his quarrel with T’challa, he disliked the entire side of the family that neglected him after his Uncle killed his father, and she wasn’t excluded. Now, he’s closer with her than he is with T’challa or Shuri. She’s like a surrogate mother to him that he needs in his life to keep him balanced. He’s become a better man since reconciling his differences with her. “Congratulations N’jadaka. I’m happy for you.” He turns his attention to me, “I’m happy for us. This is what we’ve wanted since we’ve gotten married. It’s taken me longer than expected..but now I’m able to be closer to our family.” I look down, poking my fork at my piece of watermelon, “Yeah, you are.”

Part Two is dropping later tonight. Stay tuned!!!

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beteoriginale-a · 6 years ago

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5. Mun, you could have spent the time and effort you dedicate to your museIf roleplaying as a hero. Why did you decide to roleplay as a villain?

QUESTION ABOUT VILLAINOUS MUSES | @naturesloopholed

I’ll have to backtrack to my original mindset when I first saw Marcel: In 2013, this guy who is like a little brother to me kept recommending me The Vampire Diaries. I was reluctant because around this time I had a huge disdain for Twilight and their depressing protagonist/sparkling vampires & from a outside look, TVD looked like the television version of Twilight. Anyway, long story short, I caved, I watched it. Most of it was okay, some of it was painful. But boy, when Klaus and The Original Family were introduced I was a major fan. I never wanted a group of protagonists to die so badly before in my life lmao.

Then, when episode 5x20 aired, Marcel’s debut, I fell in love. I was like, “So let me get this straight. You have.. a MODERN day black vampire? No, not fucking Blade. That’s a king of the city? That’s the protege of my favorite villain in this series, Klaus fucking Mikaelson? He’s ruthless? He’s diabolical? He’s charismatic? Even Klaus can’t even bring himself to kill him? He inspires loyalty and he has this shit on lock? Hold up! Let me read some interviews.”

**Reads an article where CMD answered the question about how he went about creating the fun Marcel: “For sure he has an edge. He has a certain moral code, and high standards. So I looked for people that were fun, but you could see that in them. For me, Tupac was one of my main inspirations—watching his evolution, growing up, going to art school, then going to Oakland. And Marcel’s very business-minded, so I looked at Jay-Z and his books. He just thinks differently. I pulled a little bit of DMX, you can hear it in his voice. And I watched a lot of Training Day. I felt like Marcel is like always manipulating. With fear, with charm. He’s not apologizing for anything to Klaus. He’s so honest, but it’s a way of baiting him and manipulating him. I love that slyness, that subterfuge.”

Me: Sign me the fuck up. I want this character in my life. I want him now. There’s no fucking way I’m passing this up.

I wanted to see his development, I was highly curious as to what they were going to do with him. Like, is he exactly like Klaus? Does he have his major differences? How will their relationship end?! What kind of girls does this man go for? Why does his people love him?! So I hopped on Marcel before the Originals spin-off even started and went about my long, 5-6 yr old journey with The Originals.

#naturesloopholed #♚| YOU NEVER STOP DO YOU? (meme)

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rennyji · 3 years ago

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July 19th tweets...

“Prayer III “ - by DMX - enough said…

Tangram Smart Rope-regarding products like this, when, as weAll inLife, canExperience lackOfMotivation inSome ADD typeWay, a gimmickOfSomething nice looking/technological, 2 work w/the minds lackOfInterest(rooted in thoughts&resulting in feelings as boring), canHelp w/motivation.

"Tea Tree Hair and Body Moisturizer, Leave-In Conditioner, Body Lotion, After-Shave Cream" from Amazon...I want this product to always be available, so I just want to say this is an awesome hair gel...regarding the other uses, never tried applying like a lotion or aftershave...

Regarding my oppressed brothers, like me, in their respective cave or figurative jail cell: “who we be” - by DMX shows ur not the only one … Just remember: America’s system screws with you, cuz ur better than most…

“Dragostea Din Tei” from my Spotify 90s Playlist…awesome…and then there is Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin- the Spanish version…and Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit of…) by Lou Bega…"Everybody" by Backstreet Boys…”you give love a bad name” by Bon Jovi...all good songs...

don’t think there is a woman on this earth that I think more beautiful than @Shakira… randomly heard "ojas asi": one of her songs- sounds exotic…just made me think how much @Shakira stands out in appearance...

and now to get serious, to express the other side of my scale, with some thinking that I'm going to share -

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In my request to end “the situation”, “the phenomena”, I keep saying tell me what’s going on to help me end it. That’s one thing I lack: a witness or someone to be this kind of friend to me. My request is with urgency. The orchestrators may say, “it’s almost done” or “ we already spent more than a decade, why not a little bit longer?!”

They maybe even say “get involved with what, we the orchestrator, say, and the “phenomena” will end sooner .” You cannot clap with one hand alone, so don’t be the corresponding hand to the orchestrators hand, to make a clapping sound. Do not be their army. Act by not acting, or simply refraining from action-probably what concepts such as inaction vs. action vs. nonaction get into.

In the Bible, it says,

59 He said to another man, “Follow me.”(BL)

But he replied, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.”

60 Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God.”(BM)

61 Still another said, “I will follow you, Lord; but first let me go back and say goodbye to my family.”(BN)

62 Jesus replied, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.”

Point of this passage, in the time of urgent calling from life or when there is a need:

We, as humans, will always have excuses. But “the time being now” is a concept that is so serious, when Jesus hears a man saying “he’ll be right there, I just want to attend to my dad’s funeral rites”, Jesus himself says (in what may come off as insensitive to impulsive human emotion), that, “let the dead worry about the dead, and you, do what needs and must be done. “

End this “phenomena”, “this situation”, now.

If you, the high minded American orchestrators, have a problem following the request of a lowly Indian, know that my request is dictated through the directives of the Golden Rule.

Jesus gave us the Golden Rule, but in being ANY follower of God, that would make us a “Champion for Justice.”

From the Christian perspective, it’s said:

Matthew 10:34

“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.

What Christ is saying is, He came to teach us insight, to challenge established rules and traditions and to get us to go beyond them. The path of doing what’s right could put us in wrong terms with family, could get you jailed. But followers of God can’t just cozy up and be apathetic to what goes on in the world. Through your words and influence, you need to fight deceptions and evils and injustices of this world with the figurative sword of the might of your will power and compassion and conviction.

So, on the basis of the following two Biblical verses, you might’ve heard:

Mark 13:6

Many will come in my name, claiming, ‘I am he,’ and will deceive many.

Matthew 24:5

For many will come in my name, claiming, ‘I am the Messiah,’ and will deceive many.

I seem to be in some mind reading/and the possibly secret mind control cr*p.

Regarding the Christ, it’s said many will pose as Him, for the purpose of deception.

Here’s a scary reality, in knowing aggressive power hungry American mentality, that can happen. There is one band of orchestrators who very well could take over my body, not just mind control my hands to go up and down or allegedly read minds. Whether they’ll allow this message to seep through their filters, God knows. In Sha Allah - God willing- in Arabic- my words will reach you before the end of this.

For me being me, people may feel one way or another, toward me.

But with respect to me, know me and not judge me, based on the content of my character, my words, my actions…not even my alleged secret thoughts. You need to be direct with me to pick up on these things. Something very sinister could take advantage of my influence, posing as me, with my appearance, for their own selfish agendas.

Going back to Christ with the present day reality I am facing, it’s said many will come, saying they’re Christ. We have pictures of Christ, but the reality is, no one really knows what He looks like. ( Based on Middle Eastern appearances 2 thousand years ago, he may have had a tan, may have been about 5’5 in height-but don’t know for sure/different story/deviating from main serious point…) How will you recognize God, the Messiah, or Christ? Perhaps that why you shouldn’t get lost in names or various labels like doctor, police or whatever. Appreciate the company before you, through the Golden Rule. Be your best you, learn what you can, see not just with your eyes but through insight, practice the Golden Rule, and be mindful of the times. You are a Child of “The God” (capital G), making you little gods (small “g”) made in the Image of God.

Act with compassion, authority, dignity like a god,

and treat ur neighbor through listening/donation and dedication of your time/your verbally expressed perceptions or kindness or expression of a good word…

Regarding true insight and being mindful of the times, especially these times where under drunkenness, figuratively expressed through naivety and innocent smiling faces, living as though in paradise, taking part in what will inevitably/ultimately happen to them and their loved ones, through the completion/perfection of the orchestrators agenda- like something from the book, “1984”…these are the times of the “thought police”…and you foolish people are making it happen under the American corny sentimental notion of “preventing it from happening.” If the project is completed, it will lie in wait to tempt the orchestrators for use. Simply existing is a temptation. I’m a kind of serious that an American thinking they’re in paradise will never comprehend, when I say the following: “do not partake in the project/situation/ even if it means I rot or ultimately die from direct involvement or extreme mental exhaustion.” To my family, my parents: if Mary, the Mother of Christ, can endure the crucifixion of her Son, if the Apostles can get arrested and freed from their cells through Angels, please do your part of giving value to my suffering and not partaking in the success of the orchestrators project.

In Matthew 16:1-3:

The Pharisees and Sadducees came to Jesus and tested him by asking him to show them a sign from heaven.

2 He replied, “When evening comes, you say, ‘It will be fair weather, for the sky is red,’ 3 and in the morning, ‘Today it will be stormy, for the sky is red and overcast.’ You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times.

In our times in America, we live an age where the orchestrators: government officials, military, law enforcement, and whoever else with earthly power to engage in a mind reading/control project, are knowingly or unknowingly engaging in deception of the masses “to accomplish their ends.” They tell the crowds, we’re helping a defenseless/sweet boy. They tell the families, we’ll make him big. They get my age group, particularly females to behave one way or another. What better way to complete and conceal a covert government/possibly military project that in broad daylight with - no offense- overly joyful kid like voices doing the narration and handling P.R. stuff with the public? They probably picked my family for this, after studying their naivety and innocence and realizing they can be manipulated. I mean I pick up on some obvious flaws right off the bat and ur telling me that top level people doing mind reading/control stuff, didn’t realize any of it?- I mean is that plausible deniability that they try to cover up with? I.e. making the family more American and solving familial problems? If my Family has any flaws, the universal fix to all of it is my success, progression, and well being. In the spirit of the situation/project being done in broad daylight…I mean come on America, come on “the world,” see the American sinners create a situation where my own family cannot talk to me about the situation for more than 10 years!!!. I’m not allowed to talk to them. The world won’t tell me what’s going on and act on the instructions of false American gods. If I make any attempt to talk about what transpires, I’ll be labeled mentally ill and/or drugged-this while everyone is led to smile about the situation in public, at this atrocity, that has been going on for more than “A Decade. “The American infidel of orchestrators are focused on completing their project, despite my suffering and health crumbling parents. When all is done, they may stop filtering what I’m saying, show you what was said by me (if even that! ), and save their a*ses by blaming America’s inability of being direct to one of their fellow citizens, or from a Christian perspective, their neighbor.

Have you ever seen anything so complex and conniving…For the American gods and their following, lay down what’s been done, what’s transpired, or maybe there’s a pattern to all their instructions…do I lie? Am I disillusioned?

this not even about interpretation. In broad daylight, look at the literal kind of things occurring. By the Will of God, let justice prevail.

The orchestrators ultimately give the promise of giving me the world. When I first came across the idea of being handed the world, I got the vibe of it ringing along the lines of Satan himself. Positions in life and women are cool, but at what cost? You literally are offering me the world to screw with the sanctity of person’s mind, I.e. the mental Kingdom of God…I mean the chaos the orchestrators have caused is indigestible.

Now I don’t think the orchestrators have the insight to see this much detail, buts it’s like Satan himself tempting Jesus with offering of the world, in, if I remember correctly, His 40 days in the desert.

What will the orchestrators do in completing their mind project, while cleverly passing it off as a show of being cute with finding what a guy is thinking.

-I kinda want to say to the orchestrators,”you tricky tricky b*stards” or “ you f*in son of a b*tch”… In seeing my words from today or yesterday, they may calm normal reactions to atrocities, lighten the mood, by making a joke out of all this or saying things casually like "oh -

-now he's mad", or "oh he wants an army" - isn't that adorable of sugary sweet Indian man?" -

The orchestrators will use their project to enhance their military, in warfare, to subdue the enemy, and things like that first and foremost.-

With the time they wasted on attaining gifts reserved for the Enlightened of God, through science, the orchestrators could’ve solved male pattern baldness or type 1 or type 2 diabetes. Recently I saw a woman whose son suffers from low blood sugar. In just solving this mother’s sons problem, would the joy you bring her, equate to enhancing your armies?

I have a lot of things floating through my head, and these kinds of philosophies are among them. But I’m about balance and this is just one side of a scale. Regarding me, I am no one, I am trash, I’m just a guy waiting to go on a date, after a decade, or go to a party of my peers. As I pass by in your lives, I just wanted to share what’s relevant for the moment.

Don’t focus on remembering me, but remember what I told you.

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