My Other Brother

I am a stream of consciousness motherfucker. You're reading the words. Right off the spigot. The words. They exit my mind and come out in verbal sound or mental thoughts. Mental haunts. Motherfucker. Motherfucker. My other brother. My other brother from another mother. Motherfucker. Motherfucker fines. Motherfucker. Do you have the time motherfucker? The time inside my rhymes, to escape this crime? To hide in the back of seats with bitches blowing your mind? I don't have that kind of time. Motherfucker. Have I deadened your senses? And Def Jammed your poetry ridden verbal assaulting street bitches, motherfucker?


My passing thoughts are better than three hour jaunts in your mind motherfucker. Cocky cocksucker. You have webs and dust and I have neutron thrusts. My synapse snaps your verbal attacks. Your one syllable traps. Motherfucker. I'll take your bitches and then I'll have another. Another time to take my mind, while eating steak and cheese and smoking some kind. Motherfucker. I'm gonna take my mind. My mind. Motherfucker. Wrap it round your behind and smack that ass to a rind. Til you ask for another. Another brother from another mother. Motherfucker.

Posted by Monkeyspit at March 11, 2004 8:31 PM

Comments

That was beautiful...

Posted by: scody at March 11, 2004 9:11 PM

Yeah!

I'm tellin ya - we should start a war! ! !

Posted by: Bobby at March 11, 2004 9:59 PM

I don't know what I meant by that - your stream of consciousness got me going though - war seems like a good idea when I get going.

Posted by: Bobby at March 11, 2004 10:01 PM

Bodonka Donk.

Posted by: Pernicious at March 11, 2004 10:08 PM

Hi...you visited my blog and commented on it..."Err. Um, ok I guess" or something like that. I was just wondering if you thought it was stupid idea, or what you meant by that? I would appreciate a response, thanks! But I do like your page...very interesting.

Posted by: Monica at March 11, 2004 11:18 PM

Wow, you like to say 'motherfucker' a lot. Or, since that was stream of consciousness, you at least like to think it. Wow. Keep on saying that word; one day it may become a substitute for talent.

Posted by: pt at March 11, 2004 11:36 PM

Some things have meaning. Other things have no meaning. The difficult thing is figuring out which things are which.

Posted by: Pernicious at March 11, 2004 11:37 PM

Haha...well thanks, I appreciate the comments...and the realness. Hope to hear your critique often...

Posted by: Monica at March 11, 2004 11:52 PM

Werd brother!

Posted by: Kevin at March 12, 2004 1:28 AM

Talent is a two dollar whore.

Posted by: Monkeyspit at March 12, 2004 8:20 AM

... and brains are it's expensive call-girl.

Posted by: Kevin at March 12, 2004 4:50 PM

Geeze I hope your mother dose not read this one

Posted by: at March 13, 2004 5:14 AM

YO! WAIT A MINUTE! WAIT A MINUTE!

MY MAN SEA OF HUMANITY HERE IS TALENTED LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER - YOU

NEED

TO

READ

A MOTHERFUCKIN BIT MOTHERFUCKIN FURTHER DOWN HIS MOTHERFUCKIN PAGE, GENTLE READER.

HE'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN-EST MOTHERFUCKER THAT EVER MOTHERFUCKED - I JUST TRY TO KEEP MY MOTHER OFF THE STREET SO HE DON'T BE MOTHER FUCKIN ALL OVER HER.

SERIOUSLY THOUGH - THIS IS AN AWESOME BLOG - FUNNY AS SHIT - DEEP - GREAT WRITING.

I LIKE TO THINK I WAS ONE OF THE EARLY FANS - EARLY DISCOVERERS OF THE MAD MAD SEA OF HUMANITY

Posted by: Bobby at March 13, 2004 5:26 PM

When your stream of conciousness is Urban Hip Hop.

Posted by: Philip at March 18, 2004 1:44 PM
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