or does you really mean Ali?
get grilled like Foreman, pally

OooOooOoo, barfed. Which reminds me of an incident on the bus a ways back when Paras and I used to be on the same route....

Fee Fi Fo Fum
Cassius Clay here i come

k so after this rhyme i need to
get on top of tha
essays try to make them all propera
edit rewrite and not afraid to choppera
the lines, words, rhythm
schemes make decisions
knowledge transmission fission
the subject object schism
Roland Barthes says the Author gets deady
when the Reader gets born, alright already?
they make the tragedy become so Greek
the narrative will be inherited by the meek
post-struct says you're not really what you speak
but most forget that it's humanism ain't so bleak

for Jess, and anyone else who's looking for texts that are either out of print or hard to find, check out:
www.powells.com

also Jess, how's the Baudrillard coming? i've been going through "Reading Simulacra" by m.w. Smith and he goes into this whole comparison of Baudrillard's Simulation/Seduction with Nietzsche's Truth is a Woman and Derrida's Veils and it's fuckin' mind blowing.

WHAT THE HELL!?!! That last post is supposed to say "FRESH BAIT PROMOTIONS"... not FISH bait. Damn... how'd I fuck that one up?! I coulda swore I proof-read it before I posted it. shit.

Servin up fresh beats like we're Fish Bait Promotions
Shark Tank servin fresh meat with the power of local commotions
like Dance Floor Disasters they bring us the wonder of the Oceans
all the little fishies like vertices in the interstices of Euclidean space
Props to the Jameses and the Tracys from the clit-eatin' Face.

Damn, we be servin' up some fresh beats here, fo' shizzle!!

Misery likes company eh?

Doin homework still...

working on a month and a halfs worth of work in 3 days

oh joyous fun

no wizzle! no nizzobody sizzle my fizzle
can't touch that the smokin' stanza
datsun shake ya hand like Sir Anthony Danza
no i mean Hopkins, creamed like soft skin
spins heads in 360 degrees please hold your lunch
hunch you'll be makin' room got stomach knots like Brady
cause i gotta mean bunch said curtsey 'my lady
she's a tramp hardly 80
said can't love her, pay me
P says you all is crazy
crunk or even maybe
ready for funkmasta flex
cpu's slow better check for the specs
better get Par to remove that permanent scar
i'm talkin' T.U.B, what kind of girl is she?
is the rust comin' out of the eyes, or can you even see?
that diamonds are forever, ain't 'Nobody' do it better