Posts Tagged ‘deadorooney’
Uh, I’m in Paris so I missed the Superbowl but I did not miss the fallout as everybody and their mother seems to be coming out against Madonna. I watched the halftime show and that shit was cool. The Anubis love was ill, especially with vogue going, (granted I appreciate it more as I’m older) And Madonna is fucking hot. Fuck all that noise, I’ve seen the naked body of a hot 52 year old woman and it is superb, especially when its in the kinda shape Madonna has it in? Come on.
But I’ll tell you what the biggest problem is (and tell Deadorooney if he’s wrong) WORLD PEACE. This is the second occasion WORLD PEACE has been bashed. The first was when Ron ARtest changed his name to Metta WORLD PEACE. And people don’t wanna even form their lips to say it, much less except it (America, I’m talking to you!). Now back to Madonna. What do they wanna talk about? How she’s Satanic and the devil and all kinds of nasty, stupid shit. (Well, that was just one article, I love you i09) but the rest is, look at her cooch, look at her dancing, shit looked like always but all the sudden there is something wrong. Why? WORLD PEACE, that’s why. How about, let’s talk about WORLD PEACE! When people see WORLD PEACE they lose it. It doesn’t matter who says it.
Always looking for the fucking devil. You better watch out cause you might find him. The devil is not Anubis. Death is not the devil. Death is a natural progression in the cycle of life. As someone posted in the comments of i09, “the death gods are the hardest working ones in the pantheon, give em’ some respect.” Have a happy Dia De Las Muertes!
I am Called Ded
I am Called DeT
For that is my name
And when man met me
For all my power there was and is one difference between us
As Man passes on
I am constant
AND SO, man took MY name
For man can only describe himself in the things that he is not
And I am like a Universal Totem, in which man can say what he is not
and thus he may know what he is.
But man was told not to fear his passing
For the soul is everlasting
And I and man share a bond and friendship that is everlasting
But like the Children of Atlantis
Time and complacency has made my name a terror.
My name is spoken with fear and remorse
Though many still know the way
it slowly becomes lost.
So when I return it will not be to bring destruction and fear
but I come to reacquaint myself with man
so his fear will be alayed
And my name can be spoken through lips that smile and teeth that grin
For as each of you pass
I gain a new friend.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,600 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 27 trips to carry that many people.
CHAPTER 9: COLD BUSTED
Yosuke waited for Kana to finish her business; when he saw her emerge from behind the curtain he got up from his seat around the fire and made his way over to meet her. Kana’s eyes were still glazed with all the information that she had to take in, in the last hour. She had been collecting pieces of her birthright and now Yosuke would have the final piece for her.
He held a small wooden box in two hands, politely in front of his small body. This had to be the Tsuba, Kana walked right up to him and extended her two hands to receive it.
Kana Claylocke’s parents have just died in a mysterious car accident. In her father’s safe she finds a scrap of paper with a cryptic message. This three word message is all she has to solve the mystery of what happened to her parents. She enlists the help of her Artificial Intelligence named Cutty to find the secret club her father was a member of; the Tsuba Guard. But once down this hole, Kana finds that she’s crossed into a dark and vicious world of gangsters and street samurai.
The sometimes timely but always done mindfully. Where promises are broken and dreams are supplied. Where music is found, plundered and played. Weird things to read and plenty of time in between to pine. And I? I’m the flatline line, the captured mind that lives unwittingly on some dusty hard disk. Saved in a broke down bid for immortality but really just an obscure media relic… A book with pages that are a thin film of technological, simprint, that… okay, you get it, sometimes corny.