:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Thursday, May 30, 2002 ::

Hero: Uh...wow that was kinda cool... the Miles Davis thing that is...anyway your voice...
...how do I put this...is...a little effeminate for rap? The 80's production value doesn't help either... Miles is right -you are pretty white too...

Minotaur: Thrice have I been dissed by thee and Thrice I summon "FUCK" on thee! The BULLS BALLS DWARF thee- and you will feel their haugtiness and supremity when I use them to muddle your wee-little bow wow head into a minty julip with Gary Coleman as a twist. Watch as I flex my sexicles...

Hero: Dude, cut that shit out! Seriously, you're embarrassing me... Come on, I think Miles has a point- you need some help...let's make a deal- you spare me...then we'll re-summon Miles and have him help you produce your first album...
Minotaur: Hmmmm...

End Act One
Join us next time for Act Two (in which The Hero tries to convince Miles to produce the first "Greek Myth Rap album from the perspective of a half man/half bull")

:: Ol Man Factory 5/30/2002 11:55:00 PM [+] ::
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(enter Miles Davis)

Miles Davis: What IS this bullshit...You are the WHITEST Bull I've ever met man, that shit's terrible... it's gettin all up in my body and fuckin up my tone...sorryass muthafucka... you hear this? (trumpet melody) That's the sound of me kickin' yo ass... now cut that shit out and don't let me hear that shit again! Ever!

(Miles dissapears)

:: Ol Man Factory 5/30/2002 12:03:00 PM [+] ::
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Minotaur: Blaaaaaaaaaaarrrgggg! Fuck YE!!!! I am the fucker, not the "fuckee". How dare ye diss my swarthy attire, and sexy ways! Ye will feel my wrath... in my rap!
(begin drum loop)
I got the ladies goin Craaaazy
Playa haters don't Phaaaase me
Mad farmer's tryin to Shaaaaave me
My manure is just like graaaavy! A shout out to my ho's in Davis- and (415) (408) (650) Caps in ye Ass! Blam de lam! And I was raised middle class! Blam de lam! Learned to rhyme in the suburbs! Blam de lamb! My main Ho - mutha hubbard! Blam de Grams! (drum fill) My rhymes are just like STD's- My rhymes give you mad cow disease. Cows on the left, grade A so fine. I'll have my way w/any bovine! (drum fill #2, sound of tractor)

:: Ol Man Factory 5/30/2002 11:41:00 AM [+] ::
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Act1
Scene one
Late afternoon in a forgotten labyrinth , our hero enters stage left

Hero: Judas Priest....howthehell do I get outta here?
(sound of hooves approaching offstage)
Hero: Oh shit...here it comes...The Minotaur!
(enter Minotaur stage right, wielding axe)
Minotaur: Blaaaaarg! Hell yeah ye got that right! I'm the Bull-headed-man in tights. I've come to piss on your parade, and perform my violent serenade... this one's called "All I Axe for X-mas is Yo Head MUTHAFUCKA!"
(raises axe) Prepare to die you filthy dog, I'll scare you shitless- you'll burst a log!

Hero: Burst a log...nice one, nice one... Anyhow, Fuck you Bullman! You don't scare me, what's up with this rhyme shit- talk normal, "G". Hey - Exotic Erotic Ball was like 10 months ago... and what's up with the plastic axe, and the bull-head outfit? It basically GUARANTEES you to NEVER get laid... in fact the inscription on your axe reads: "The wielder of this axe shall be laid NEVER!"

:: Ol Man Factory 5/30/2002 11:25:00 AM [+] ::
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"Often in actual life, and not infrequently in the myths and popular tales, we encounter the dull case of the call unanswered; for it is always possible to turn the ear to other interests. Refusal of the summons converts the adventure into its negative. Walled in boredom, hard work, or "culture", the subject loses the power of significant affirmative action and becomes a victim to be saved. His flowering world becomes a wasteland of dry stones and his life feels meaningless- even though, like King Minos, he may through titanic effort succeed in building an empire of renown. Whatever house he builds, it will be a house of death: a labyrinth of cyclopean walls to hide him from his Minotaur. All he can do is create new problems for himself and await the gradual approach of his disintegration" -Joseph Campbell (from The Hero With A Thousand Faces)

:: Ol Man Factory 5/29/2002 11:23:00 AM [+] ::
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Nothing much to say today. Worked on songwriting exercises- like trying to write a song as quickly as possible w/out letting the inner critic judge censor everything the subconcious is trying to get out. Napped twice due to too many carbohydrates. Watched "Serendipity" ...pretty cheesy but I have to admit sometimes I like to take little journeys of fate- like watching a puzzle unfold and seeing where it leads me. I often wonder if fate has passed me by - like I'm really supposed to be somewhere else living another life. Joseph Cambell talks about the "refusal of the call" to adventure - and the consequences of it (death, missing out on your fate). Alot of my friends are doing cool stuff and I feel kinda left in the dust sometimes... have I refused the call to adventure somehow? Today my dad told me he hasn't done anything for 3 days since it's memorial day weekend... he said "I'm living like you do... I feel like I'm rotting- it's driving me crazy" I am a rotting corpse, Campbell was right.

:: Ol Man Factory 5/28/2002 12:31:00 AM [+] ::
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