So julmust still rhymes with must, I guess I shouldn't have cussed, but I censor myself with asterisks like an Olympian pulling off hat tricks, faster than a day laborer laying down fat bricks, quicker than VicariousE goes through the comic Asterix. You may have not a single fear: but you know how I feel about a genderqueer, moreso a guy that doesn't shave his neck-hair, and uses his time to get turned on by a cartoon mare, and wears silly anime underwear, or a Neverland-ranch Michael Jackson fair, which costs a very high fare, but atleast the tickets come with a juicy apple pear, but as bowel health promoter I fear most a painful rectal tear. Sorry...today I seem to not be all there. My mind's not clear. My brain's missing an axle, I think I'm going to go home and pop a Paxil, I just cannot live up to the great Bob Axell.
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Ehh hmm, maybe didn't syllabalize that right. Here: http://www.forvo.com/word/julmust/
That was pretty random! Like Excel Saga fandom! I slalom through these tandem rhymes with signs I cannot fathom! But suddenly... I have got... writer's block. Guess it might be mind vs clock, my deadline, it's telling me "you're up way past bedtime". Soon as I hit my bed I'll be high in Redline. Dreams they seem the high way, the Highway dream is my way, a ride and I'm alive, though if life's a dream then why wait? Survival is for primates, we're past those, we're shy apes - with clothes instead of fur coats, bad noses and sometimes migraines. I wonder if apes have headaches, I wonder if they have cancer, I'll perch in trees in dreams serene and sleep deep for an answer.
Do you have any info on BBS awards 2015?
Haven't heard anything since Cordyceps announced he was making the Flash, think it was supposed to be out.. the 4th? No idea what happened. :/ If he's not interested in the Flash version any longer I'd be happy to take over, was all set on doing this thing back when NekoMika was in charge anyway...
I mean 2014.
Got it. :)
Nice. :)
Is that Excel Saga fandom the one where Bill Gate's Microsoft Excel makes a spreadsheet of 100 dice rolls that are random? Have you ever rode a bike that seats tandem? If the girl's pretty enough in your dream will you be a slave to her femdom? Good night, sleep tight, may your dreams be free from fright, I promise the bed bugs won't bite, though they may try oh yes they might, never fear you eat chairs like a termite. Well have a great sleep, despite the monsters under your bed that may creep, and the haunted ghosts in your room that silently weep.
I already checked that link, the internet is like my personal shrink, what's next is it going to fix my sink? Is it going to fix my rhymes where the scores drop lower than fat chicks breaking the ice rink? Sure, my raps stink, but my pronunciation of Julmust is close enough, as if making good lyrics weren't already so rough- don't like it? Tough. In the words of the famous internet .gif dog, "deal with it". I can't deal with the crit, I flinch before I take a hit, my words are two-bit, the quality at best is 8-bit, I've been at this since games were released in 16-bit, and the computer processors maxed out at 32-bit. Ahhhhhhhhh http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_qfm9U1jO4. Gotta split, gonna revel the day that I reach that ultimate level, the one which contains the almighty Cyberdevil.
I don't know it's just a metaphor, but looks like he did settle scores! And nope I haven't rode a tandem bike, in dreams though: self-implored. Femdom's not my kind of score, might get me kind of sore and more, warped into a deplorable form like a dwarf with reddened warts in this enbedded war, but then again in dreams I might just... not tell how I morph my norms! Sleep was cool, no monsters cruel, no foul creeps crawling in my drool, no haunted ghosts at least not noticed, and none I see now as I post it. Forgot about the apes though, focus!
I've never seen that famous Internet gif dog, find it a bit odd, I thought I'd seen all memes that siege this scene but I guess... Rick Ross. lol, a new original meme unseen, scenic scene! You bout to flee to dreams and leave this mortal sleeve of sleaze and greed for greener seas and fields of cheese? That's a hell of a level to have yall!
Happy new year! Good on you for having a productive 2014.
Yeah you too, thanks! And all this in the final phase of the year. ;) All of it wasn't so efficient.
I barely did the 1969 expansion. And TBH, I never played the full Doom! Only the first few levels, since the demos were plentiful... wish I still had mine, it was a cute cardboard foldup case...
Aaaaaah just the first few levels!! That's how I started with the game, the shareware edition with only one available episode. First time I played it I was probably enthralled most by the violence, got into the gameplay much later. Man I wish I had a cute cardboard foldup of that game... I hmm don't think I even have an official version of the first two, if you don't count remakes/ports for GBA and N64. Hard to get now. How was the 1969 expansion though, from what you played? Not that captivating?
Pff, yeah Doom and Quake sharewares I gave away, to folks to had in-house internet, where they surely found unlock codes.
After half a dozen missions, it just didn't impress me. Music was definitely period and location specific to the UK, nothing really raunchy on the air waves back then, save for pirate radio.
Gave away? Official copies?! :O
Mmm. Pirate radio sounds interesting.
Mmm cheese...I scarf it down with ease, but I'm gonna have to ask you to freeze: N***a please? How you gonna be the devil of the cyber-world yet you've never seen that meme? I guess I shouldn't talk, my theme gets rejected like I'm at the rim by Hakeem, hey have you seen that Bruce Lee scene where he kicks the @ss of the 7 foot 2 Kareem? I would let you see it, if it were available on Steam. But to stick with my conclusive theme- atleast you're living the hip-hop dream, my rap attempts were a failure, or so the experts deem, and out the window goes my self esteem...like a women during menopause. The cause? Bad DAWs, Mozilla Firefox killing off Mozz, being distracted by Eve's chest tattoos of animal paws, my creativity restricted by overly PC laws, a lack of time spent at the finest spas, and not getting my problems solved by the Wretched Wizard of Oz.
That Kareem scene I've seen, on my 17' screen! There's not a single Bruce Lee scene I haven't cindered through, even the Green Lantern interview, where he wears a suit and shows oldskool dudes Kung Fu. It's in black and white, like there's a lack of light. Steam's not my scene, better try GOG! I'm an oldskool OG who doesn't play with homies! Go solo, go offline cause YOLO nogo is in Godmode, an oddmode where you fight demon fiends, IDDQD their screams. I wouldn't say I'm living the hip-hop dream, I mean it... so far this hip-hop dream I dream it. Self-esteem is too low but it's cool though, it grows when I do flow, to the point where I think I could even school folks. Who's that Eve you speak of that seems to lethal? What's up NewGrounds-acronym-that-be-confused with Negro! That kind of rhymes with: pen a verse. I tend to surf if I'm not mending penned appends that didn't end with urge.
Cheese is also a cheap pain remedy.. opioids, apparently...
Pirate Radio (movie in the US) or https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Boat_That_Rocked is a very good movie.
Nice! An edible item that can be gluttonously consumed without concerns of conscious! :) I'm assuming this applies more to aged cheese btw?
Ah yeah, heard of it, haven't seen it yet. I did watch WarGames a while back btw, since you mentioned it, even with the oldskool equipment it didn't seem that outdated, and a plot that probably holds more relevance now than ever. I hear AI is becoming a real concern now.
Fuck I'm back. After a lot of Team Fortress 2 playing, I might be on this site sometimes.
Welcome back! :)
I kinda miss the old NG rank icons.
They were kinda one of a kind! :/
Sure ain't imitation American cheese, but real cheese http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheese#Casein
Ah, only Bill Gates and Stephen Hawking are worried about a Rise of the Machines. Like any entity, it all depends on how it was raised, and if we were raised correctly, we should embrace all forms of life :3
Hey... ngads works now, I went next door and pulled all the juice to the fiber optic modem/splitter in the basement downstairs and hooked it up again. Then it didn't work... then, the wireless router woke up and starting acting somewhat normally again
Good good, all the Lactose lacking types!
An AI with the ability to procreate and learn hmm, could be a serious threat. :) The next step in evolution! A breed with the potential power to easily wipe out humankind. I can't see we would have much leverage over a race stronger, smarter; more adaptive than ourselves, unless we become cybernetic. Just hope such a breed or bionic robots isn't ever created. We're like AI ourselves, only we don't consider ourselves A. Only I. But who knows who really created who...
So I saw in that topic! :D Next door? That fiber optic modem/splitter's in another house? That's good news! And we'll supposedly be getting our phones fixed tomorrow. Meanwhile it's snowing like crazy outside. Hope they don't use this as an excuse to stall further...
What's up my NGer, what's up my white Nordic Negro! I have great respect for the race from which the human evolutionary seed grow. That beat is pro, still don't got that flow but bro this track glow like a fish that be exposed to GMO. Monsanto sure know about that though, they put a blind eye to that issue at the environmental expo, the company be like who cares though, we generate revenue at any cost because YOLO. I don't have GOG, not even a PS3, but I am S3C, and I don't mean to boast but I got more than one degree. Despite that credential, the employment rate drop be exponential, I'm left with my immaculate eye for detail, and doomed to a life working retail. I try to set sail, make my guitar wail, but my music pursuits were an epic fail, thus I gotta put on the hard hat, and pick up the shovel and pail. My boss be telling me to put out more kohlrabi, then he says I need to greet customers in the front lobby...my parents tell me to get out of the house and are like why don't you make a career out of your hobby? What about you, do your parents be okay with you still living at home, or are they all like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AXhHP-1vnc
You haven't heard of the hip hop artist/actress Eve? Now that, I find hard to believe. She's about as lethal as a horse, RIP Christopher Reeve. A pet peeve: when I rap too much my voice gets hoarse. So you can call this and end to my hip hop crash course, signing off is Sumir Thripi Chandra, but you can call me S3C bruh, don't be blaming my poor rap skills on me cuh, instead be a Republican and repeat after me: Thanks Obam-uh.
What does PS3 have to do with GOG! It's like the antonym of good old glee in gaming, so much achievement you can't even cleave your name in, they thieve on classic Mame Win and sleeve away our savings. I'm paying just one dollar per game, not in a collar yet, I'll holler if I ever fall and a pet be scholared. For now I'm a FPS brawler in full 43-bit color crawling mauling demonspawn at dawn, late up and yawning. Carry on! It's only morning! New norm is forming! If we all stay up all day always the new night is the dawning! A new light shining bright with oversight, like overbite or Mormons, free the people and besiege all open-minded Golems for Randy Solem.
You are S3C for sure, sitting on the seashore with three smores, snoring as if all's a chore but walls they fall. Society will change! All our calls be called! The walls be tall! Appall and gall! Then suddenly Monsanto stalls the game and redraws their score, My parents are oki doki, they're growing old see, I want to go but I don't know if they even want me to leave. Plus I'm not financially stable yet, I'm an able vet, when it comes to hobby but not yet a lobbyist or for naval surveyal set. They do have much to speak about though, bout career and future, it wears me super, even if I care and do stir. Meanwhile I'm stuck simmering on old fears that Hoover, damn, my mares be truer than my soup of noodles squirming as if it's a bowl of worms and boogers.
Oooh (that's pronounced Oh), I've heard of her now! Her words they go pow! About to listen a little and furl up a brow. Till IPService is down.
PS3, GOG, what do they have do with each other you ask S3C, they're both gaming you see but these days that type of fun just isn't my cup of tea. My parents tell me you got to get out and about and flee, while they hit the golf ball off the tee, I be like no siree! I tell my folks it's not my time to leave yet, like you I consider myself an able vet, I like dogs, I passed the biomedical ABET, I also had a cat as a pet so why not become a vet. However my fingers don't belong on a stethoscope but on a instrument fret, as a child I dreamed of putting the ball through a net, by my teens I wanted to fly an airforce jet, by my twenties I had to get the tables set in order to pay off debt. My biggest regret: all these pretty girls that I never met. I had an existential crisis before I grew my first pube, it's as if finding my purpose is tougher than solving a Rubix cube, life is gonna sodomize you, so lay back relax and apply that lube.
It's decreed, the similarities I see! They're both game-relates indeed, relatives to shameless gaming sprees. So far GOG fulfills... not all my gaming needs, but I'm a PC keeper, I'm a sleeper, I'm a named FP! A raging lean machine with mean appeal! A strange emcee! Courageous, shameless, vain and tamely blameless, an aimless breed!
They play golf a lot? My parents softly trot. A bit slower as they're older - but they trot a lot, like robots of Oz, I hope they never stop to trot, least not in a lot of years - it'd be a daunting loss. Life is a long block of hopskotch, hip hops I got.
That existential crisis hmm, the one called puberty? You humor me, even though I see the air is serious as a tumor tree. Purpose is tough to find, is it findable with such a mind? I ponder, and then punch and grind and leave such lumps of slum behind. Take in a deep breath with numbing lungs, see the sum of dumb, flee the field just somewhere run... follow a stream of crumbs, my feet drumming pounding down a stream of dreams, leaping deep, screams searing the breeze while people sleep, I'm wondering, free a while, humming Sum 41's 'Some Say' easily while troubles pile. But from the rubble I'll, rise like a summer sky. Dull a while, then bright like a lullaby. Can you dig it? I dug a pile. Looking cheesy, playing tug of war with a troubled smile. Edgy like a double knife. Edging away from this cumbersome rhyme, I can't stop writing, like I dub a live. Can't get the ending line right! My stubborn mind keeps me spending more time just struggling by, life's a heavy pie - but it's groovy dude, like a Rubix cube with the same color on every side.
I'm still in a shitty limbo, the prospective buyers want to dig more dirt to test.. there's no firm commitments, and my sister thinks I should bleed even more money for something that might not happen. So, not happy.
Sorry to hear it man. :/ These the same prospective buyers as before?
Yeah, nice family, that happens to live a mile down the road, in a project that took down another farm, an chicken farm, one my Pop worked at, during or right after WWII...
The buyer has a big family, and medium sized business with lots of familiar equipment, and employees who should really behave better towards said equipment. Him, I would take at his word, but everyone else in the process... no; they're just making suppositions and following a generic mindset.
Ah, are they moving or expanding?
Fears they'd wreck the place? Not sure I follow here..
Hell nah do my parents play golf; the game, like Adolf, is destructive, the designers with intentions that be constructive ruin natural ecosystems with green turf, concrete paths, and rooted earth that ends up being obstructive, the courses require hundreds of gallons of water so animals thirst and cannot be reproductive, on a rainy day Tiger Woods hold up his club and I'm like be careful of lightening n***a that staff be conductive. I was just trying to rhyme like the pros, unfortunately it's just like my aforementioned weak prose, but in truth this be the perfect place for golf shows, as the clouds rarely rain and the sky never snows, the outdoors could be a bit more aesthetically pleasant on the eyes tho, I suppose, kinda like when a girl gets a pedicure and has pretty painted toes. Next stop, the silky pantyhose and revealing clothes. But I'm not much for peep shows I'd rather watch free samples online, speaking of which: that was a killer ending line, it's easy to write and write and write like devouring a watermelon straight down to the rind, but trust me, you always end up fine. I fumble until I get my words right. The ones in which I too strive to write. Sometimes words escape my mouth and initiate an internet fight quicker than the speed of light. Nonetheless my hip hop dreams out of sight, even though I drop dope beats until the day I get banned from this site, I've been making music since I was just a young pup, my girl be like get a damn job before we sign the pre-nup, my problem is I always see a drink as half empty in my cup, it's not my fault that politicians lie about the economy to get our hopes up, my homies don't engage in intelligent conversation anymore just a simple "sup?" perhaps it was all part of the plan for big pharma to get all of America doped up. So much corruption in my time, the world is so f'd up so please sympathize with me if I don't always keep my chin up. I try to spit on hire, Drake get the club goin' up on a Tuesday like fire, I take a verse and the situation becomes most dire. Now I'm just an altar boy signing in the choir. I try marketing my skills but can't find a buyer. I try to sell beats but rappers be like that sound couldn't be any drier. I try to talk to girls, put myself out there, with a positive input comes a positive output so they say, turns out my counselor was just a liar. The world outside my bubble is a cruel and scary place...Frodo can we just go back to the Shire?
Man these rhymes are getting outta control! Hope they don't grow until we can't even scroll! Or make the browser crash, but actually there's no risk, character limit lets me know this.
Speaking of Golf that do's you good, we have a course just through the woods. with a fuming brook, and artificial lakes, and no fence or gates, so we grace it with strolls we take in haste on snowy days. In winter it's closed down, but open for walking. Swans in the lake talking, till it freezes over, till my knees get covered over by clothes that'll seize their getting colder. As if they're growing older. But it's just a weather change: the leafs on trees leave and go below earth.
Thanks for the confidence man, it boosts my ego, till it grows so big it devours people and heaps of fresh beets won't even keep me fueled.
Chin up! Cheer up! Lift a chair up! Carry weights while wearing the rear stairs till their dust! Gotta see the glass at least a full half empty... or get a less clear cup. 329 days more then the year's up!
I care much about the state of the world, but it's a crutch, I would rather just clear up from my perch and emerge in some heavy daze where sunrays blur the surf... and I can just dwell on peace. Have you really tried selling beats? They didn't sell with ease? The world's scary... but hella free. When help I need there's always a sleeve full of melodies to melt the freeze.
I've tried selling beats like a European tries selling American football cleats, like a fat person tries to give up extra seats, like a carnivore turns down eating meats, like Lebron signing an extension with the Miami Heats, like Quagmire passing up a chance to massage girl feets, like a KKK member forgetting their white bed sheets. The world be free and I wish I could meet the glee of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_B._Free but my path seems to be lined with defeats. It's easy to melt the freeze but corporate always has me down on my knees. Like I'm there personal skeeze and they get to sit on their hands and enjoy the breeze.
You say there's no risk, back in the 2007 blog launch the clock crew be droppin spam like everyday be blam-free bliss, put a capital B through the portal you can't miss, there's was a time when Suspended 3rd Chord witnessed this, there was a time when standard cable still aired Everybody Hates Chris, there was a time when the hip hop game was not about the money but about the diss. There was a time whens blog comments would overflow, open a profile and the userpage would load way too slow. Like forgetting the yeast when trying to make pizza dough. My browser was getting beaten to a pulp, so I took a big gulp and laid down my two cents to the superior Tom Fulp. I said in the next redesign, make it so I don't have to scroll line upon line upon line. Then came the comments split up into separate pages, enable revenue and we get to generate our NewGrounds wages, vote everyday five times a day and we become the portal sages. Fulp has been at the internet game since '95 and like a fine wine his site gracefully ages.
So this was the rhyme I missed, pondered which post it was posted on before this... sudden change of posting order, and I posted this. Post Mortem old order, now these comments I gotta sort them. Re. Re-sort them. Re-read mentally. Order. In this world, it either is... or it pretends to be. Someday I wish I'd just be sent some cheese, be rich and de-live all my pent up grief: be free.
Prince of Midair huh, the All-World, I've heard a lot of things but not all things all heard. We need to break free from the herd, see the Earth in its verdant perfection that only depopulation can converge. Not deforestation. Not waring, nor hating. Maybe a little less mating and more war; future debating. I haven't really understood this culture, or the dis culture, it's as if all is vultures. Feeding off the carcasses of those lesser strong, why can't we all digest stress better and get along. Ah, that time profile comments weren't paged, when you could almost DDoS the site by writing for eight days straight. I forgot the baking soda in a dough once. It remained flat. Usually it grows tons. And that ending line was so sublime I can't even think up a good line this time, this timed wine, this timed rewind, this time winding on 'Re' till time's benign and we're all immortals making portals to new worlds hoping to find signs we can't find on our huge Earth. Like searching for a needle in a haystack, the purpose-searching goes way back, way past 808s and great tracks and bass that makes a quake like you better find tables and lay flat.
S3C
If I pick a guitar the guitar that I pick is the one that make the bombs go tick, yeah I think I'm slick too bad the ladies just think I'm another prick. Hey you gonna hold all that weight? You rhymes just burst outta the gate, like you gotta date with the Duchess of Kate, while I'm at home alone with a cold dinner plate. The land of the free actually says half past seven, I disband all my wor-ry and get to snooze past eleven, getting to sleep with Scarlett Johansson is better than a life in heaven. Hey you gonna eat that chair? You gonna download my rhyming dictionary software? You gonna download that ice-cold beer? Life simply is not fair, they treat my like I'm a bear- no I'm not gay, I eat my bananas with a fork, put a knife through a wine cork, n***as don't know that I'm the one who invented the spork, n***as don't know that I theorized the elementary quark, n***as don't know that my alt here be LordZeebmork...three of those statements are not true, I spread lies like hot flu, but I got to; rephrasing to my spot crew: I am NOT gay. Not even for pay, although I've considered such a career change a la the reverse Sasha Grey. As you can see I too strangle jokes when I take the fattest weed tokes and hang cards from my bicycle spokes I rap for my folks and on occasion to random blokes but in the end when the pressure is on I'm the one who chokes and the mic croaks.
Cyberdevil
Rhyming software? I use rhymezone when I'm home, if I need rhymes: lately I'm not rhymezone prone. I eat a chair like termites, just let the fire burn light, go on a hike for four fir mile where bright red furs bite. Download ice cold beer? Wish that I could go there! Though I like beer as little as I like cold air. Winter's a new low you know, I get boots and blue nose, then I shake lose and do prose, and see the ice cubes fume holes in the cold ozone dew Holmes. Rhyme's a time for mind climbs, but mountain climbs get so scarce. Outside a pile of mile-high phobias... I have no fears. On the net peers think I'm so fierce, they don't know me solo, holed in far from YOLO in a snow lair drinking no beer. But maybe Julmust (that's iewww-lm-uuh-sst).