doctashock

my last journal will explain the relevance to some of you...
the rest of you will just take it as dissassociative rambling

*edited to make it a little clearer
(I just happened to be listening to El-P when I wrote this entry - but I'm finding hidden meaning in a lot of shit nowadays)

El-P - Fantastic Damage Lyrics

(now the evening has come to a close
and I've had my last dance with you
so on to the empty streets with me
and it might be my last chance with you
so I might as well get it over with
the things I have to say
won't wait until another day)

Shut up
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Check this out


Some will gravitate to the falcon and burn in wordlessness
hangin' with the herd is my joy
we buoy ordertake employ
When the farmers feed the murder rate ploy
we stow collected rebel factions in dirt and just follow
the citizens all love to be loved, we just follow
figure they ate the kids, homey
so f**k em save the adults
Kids are patriotic, robotic, operate catapults
And goose-step over innocence
Vagrant of Reaganomics phasing
Read the books that will burn at the barn raising

(Independent like a f**k) (Oh, Jesus)
You misinterpreted that Funcrush shit
So man, funcrush this

Tyrell took a sabatical but back for the new semester (rockin
that)
class action suit from the Laundromat of velour and pressed
polyester
American history exo-bytes cypher with the tainted offspring,
gimme nodos quick
you need to haul that mega-dumb style to the antique roadshow,
bitch
the system bleeds for the radio angry, rock that wound aesthetic
the name of this routine is live at man you just don't get it
please try to compartmentalize my dick
with a little bit a that bitch hubris
when the ritalin starts to fade I might get lucid
every mindf**k i handout comes with a free month of internet
access
and an updated year 2003 version of the mega clapper (you know
the drill, clap off)
this is the third installment of a prequel that was never
written right
filmed with that classic Brooklyn magic, without Lucasarts
graphics

rendered cuddly comic relief creatures or terrible child actors
get off that jade elephant, you're stoned, and remember
everything backwards

El-P - The Nang, the Front, the Bush, and Shit Lyrics


The half man have orders to burn the village
And come out with both hands intact
I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I catcall with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard form the Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to hang
From the leg of this last chopper


There was this parasite inside my wide intestinal tract
That took over my bark box before I had a chance to take my life
back
And his deformed banter suprised me (where at?)
At the recruiters office, learning how to get a head in
advertising
He said:
'Sure, others have passed, this is a gate to definition
But thats not the singular attraction to the setup
Not the action or the sacrifice of past draftees
Actually more of a layaway ducats plan
For the young get up and go out motivators
See the new soldiers smolder different
From that antiquated taste of stately hatred'
Well I came from melting options on the D train to the lobby
See academics played second in my life
To unmatriculated brain hobbies
And I admire the dedication to you ranks
Plus want the training
Loss is not a big problem it's all about what I'd be gaining,
'Well you'll get power, respect, an audience, a check, a car,
Money for
school, honey with uniform fetish on your tool,
You'll travel, form bonds, be a part of something
have a structure, catch bullets...'
(catch bullets?)
'...I meant cash bonus
See this gold plaque, you could own it
After killing half a million
It's such a good feeling
To earn your country's respect and love
So what do you say son, are you my man?'
F**k it, sign me up

Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang
The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang
Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang
The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang

I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I cat call with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard form the Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to hang
From the leg of this last chopper

Emerson Lake Palmer aka dirty larva spray harder
What a marvelous martyr maker
50 gig tone hold old dusty digital makeup

Melt with me slower this round
Technical retardation sound round one sound the hardest
Heartless
Heartless harvest, farthest, farenheit alotted
The hot shit, hopped up and shifty
Shift shit sickly, monster
ancient makeshift ministry mic on Nervous slur
bomb teleprompter, sights on
Laser head looks like a linguist
fighter lights flurry down Rounds like a ration
Allied force stranded
Stranded like a lord of the bugs and disbanded
Better bring the band aids
Hustle shit fantasy gun talk
Erotic logic walks out of boxes
Dead thug hug slug, metal like molten
De-evolve thug, crawl back in the ocean
Hoppy Horatio choke on broke potion
Broke and most potent to float, flank the facts
Face the f**ks with flak jackets
Jack of all trade
Embargos, faded like '88 Kane fashion
I'm back like packers
Mongoloid melody tracked backwards, broken into fragments
With terpuntine flows that broke down biblical tablets
Broken down handicapped cats leave in traction
The breath of sick death leaves a chest convexed with no F
Six steps to infected waste container misery
Fat thighs chafe in the summer from humidity, humid unhuman
Brains that bloom tulips
Caught between animal thoughts and what was taught by Confucious
B-boy
lucid, ugly motherf**ker for faces of art addicts
Just for my people
Persecute plagiarist dangerous at a close range
Dose brains close to the range
To rope frames for the celebrity roast
Most celebrity aspirations get tossed in the moat
With the mackerel, actual track catapult
Corpses act animate
Walk around the back yard munching on brain cabinets
Sad but erratic
Irregular predator with bad brain magic
Magic is a Siegfried and Roy with boy special
Batter the tapestry with bruises
Born to leak from alpine box in hot cruiser (straight bruiser)
With chain mail coats and bullet proof chokers
The most you can hope is to only get half choked
That's half a joke
I'm adamant, AWOL to the last atom
Active ax handler, handle hurt merchandise
Flirt, with inert word device devised
Formed pertinent ties
Tied to word commando kids, rise
Show me those New York eyes
Isolation eats at the face of phrase biters
Bite bleak void, small world big noise
Swallowed by void, wallow with toys
Hollow metal slugs penetrated
Just demonstrated
F**k your fake face I hate it






(I think I need to start studying Kaballah)