say what with your ill lil crapola

[Axanderdeath]

Moseying around in my scull and cross bones hat that is como I feel like a real big kid. I can't smile due to my front teeth being knocked out of my head. my ego is inflamed and I wear a sports jacket that I get compliments on all time, weather these are compliments or jibs I am unsure and they could be a bit of both, weather I care or not I am unsure and I could a bit and not a bit I am somewhere in the middle of things right now in a lot of respects.

i have decided to leave Victoria because of a week end that turned into a bender and scared the hell out of me when I was laying on the floor of my bathroom in a puke pool. the land lady came in and yelled and a rage came over me and a was shaking and crying at the same instance angry and could of killed. I wonder if early man cried while he haunted—not because he cared some much, but more because he did not know. and if that has any shred of credible wonderment to it is beyond me and i am am the all knowing nobody that is going to inherit the earth truthfully and unknowingly with connections to the internet and all my friends while playing online poker on my cell phone and hating every moment that I do it in a cynical learned before my time by the collective connected shit tube that is the world today. crying like a mass of devote man eating monkeys bent on self annihlation through stupidity and vanity.

And enters cocaine on the wings of a jet plane to the city below where all the monkeys roll around in it numbing them selves so that they can do anything. to live one more day without the coveted status of slick pinstriped cell phone cool guy.

the pilot yells out the window of the jet plane and sits out and it spreads out over the dangerous monkeys naked on the beach all rolling and snorting and numbing till they turn in to a mass of naked useless bodies dieing and crying and killing. sinning and singing and signs that man has come to the point that it will put people out and segregate by continent and slave and drug and depress mass amounts of people in numb seas of raw animal survival so that few can think and bitch and continue this sick joke of civil thought and laws.

[Traveller13]

Made me think of this:

Standing at the bathroom door in oblivion, not oblivious to this total stranger. He was laughing a lot. Everyone was there together, doing their personal in private. He was stopping them on their way out, asking them to bend their heads forward for a second. He'd say 'hi, could you just bend your head forward a second?' and they would. If they had long hair, he'd sweep it down off their neck, give the neck a soft, light wipe, sprinkle on some yellowy powder from his satin pouch, then sniff it up and say, 'thanks. Sorry i had to do it behind your back.' i said he must see a lot of necks. He said 'this is just the beginning, you watch.' i said i might do that, but for now i had to find somebody. 'Anybody?' he said. 'No no, somebody.' and i slipped out of his grasp. Possessive possessed, for a stranger.

Anyway, someone was nowhere to be seen and you can't be seen to be looking to long. Not at your own party. Even if you don't care when people stare. When they're looking they're watching. There's only one thing worse than watching and that's being watched. And i'd had enough of both, so i thought i'd go back to the bathroom door to see what was cooking, or who was being hoovered.

And i found him there, hysterical. He was laughing now, louder than before, almost on the floor. Had them coming out the door, the gate crashers and drink splashers, he had them bending over, lifting the shirts up their spines, doing lines along their vertebrae. 'Crawl on' he'd say choking with laughter, 'crawl on, you'll be wriggling after.'

His face was soaked with tears, his nose and lips caked coked choked. I smiled and asked him what was so funny, more concerned than curious now. He wasn't fitting in

He said, 'it's like evolution ending. The message i'm sending from this tongue in a mouth on a tear stained face has a place in your siamese psyche. I can tell you like me. You're like me. The stillborn twins of dread and despair, the viewer and the viewed. Surveillance is all around us - the only thing worse than watching is being watched.'

I said 'i know. I was just thinking exactly the same thing.' i know he said, 'i was watching. From a respectable distance of course. 'Of course', i said 'you wouldn't want to been seen seeing. Why do you like them bending over?'

'People travel', he said 'of course they do. As long as we've been, we've been moving. We go to alaska, nebraska, calcutta, all over. We move. But wherever we go some things never escape us. They stay the same. The same question keeps asking itself. Keeps demanding an answer - is evolution ending? Is this the end of evolution? When daughters give birth to their mothers, uncles become brothers. This is reverse evolution. That's moving backwards. Evolution ending. Maybe, only maybe , we've reached the end of the loop. Evolution. Evolotion. Calamine makes me feel fine. Smooth and slippery soft on the skin, a calming calamine effect when you're fucked. When your evolution's ending. When you've given up pretending.'

'The descent of man?' i asked. 'The descent of the decent. The decent precedent.' he replied, barely smiling now. I could tell he meant it, meant well.

'I'm only helping them on their way back.' he said. 'So soon? Some of them just got here,' i said, ever the hostess. 'Don't worry, this is just a dress rehearsal, my own private view. Evolution's ending, but not tonight'

~Lyrics of a song from Naked Funk, album Evolution Ending

[Axanderdeath]

Made me think of this:

Standing at the bathroom door in oblivion, not oblivious to this total stranger. He was laughing a lot. Everyone was there together, doing their personal in private. He was stopping them on their way out, asking them to bend their heads forward for a second. He'd say 'hi, could you just bend your head forward a second?' and they would. If they had long hair, he'd sweep it down off their neck, give the neck a soft, light wipe, sprinkle on some yellowy powder from his satin pouch, then sniff it up and say, 'thanks. Sorry i had to do it behind your back.' i said he must see a lot of necks. He said 'this is just the beginning, you watch.' i said i might do that, but for now i had to find somebody. 'Anybody?' he said. 'No no, somebody.' and i slipped out of his grasp. Possessive possessed, for a stranger.

Anyway, someone was nowhere to be seen and you can't be seen to be looking to long. Not at your own party. Even if you don't care when people stare. When they're looking they're watching. There's only one thing worse than watching and that's being watched. And i'd had enough of both, so i thought i'd go back to the bathroom door to see what was cooking, or who was being hoovered.

And i found him there, hysterical. He was laughing now, louder than before, almost on the floor. Had them coming out the door, the gate crashers and drink splashers, he had them bending over, lifting the shirts up their spines, doing lines along their vertebrae. 'Crawl on' he'd say choking with laughter, 'crawl on, you'll be wriggling after.'

His face was soaked with tears, his nose and lips caked coked choked. I smiled and asked him what was so funny, more concerned than curious now. He wasn't fitting in

He said, 'it's like evolution ending. The message i'm sending from this tongue in a mouth on a tear stained face has a place in your siamese psyche. I can tell you like me. You're like me. The stillborn twins of dread and despair, the viewer and the viewed. Surveillance is all around us - the only thing worse than watching is being watched.'

I said 'i know. I was just thinking exactly the same thing.' i know he said, 'i was watching. From a respectable distance of course. 'Of course', i said 'you wouldn't want to been seen seeing. Why do you like them bending over?'

'People travel', he said 'of course they do. As long as we've been, we've been moving. We go to alaska, nebraska, calcutta, all over. We move. But wherever we go some things never escape us. They stay the same. The same question keeps asking itself. Keeps demanding an answer - is evolution ending? Is this the end of evolution? When daughters give birth to their mothers, uncles become brothers. This is reverse evolution. That's moving backwards. Evolution ending. Maybe, only maybe , we've reached the end of the loop. Evolution. Evolotion. Calamine makes me feel fine. Smooth and slippery soft on the skin, a calming calamine effect when you're fucked. When your evolution's ending. When you've given up pretending.'

'The descent of man?' i asked. 'The descent of the decent. The decent precedent.' he replied, barely smiling now. I could tell he meant it, meant well.

'I'm only helping them on their way back.' he said. 'So soon? Some of them just got here,' i said, ever the hostess. 'Don't worry, this is just a dress rehearsal, my own private view. Evolution's ending, but not tonight'

~Lyrics of a song from Naked Funk, album Evolution Ending

Naked Funk>?

I never heard of them--what kind of music are they?

[Traveller13]

I only listened to one of their albums. Here's a review of it (I don't believe in reviews, but some people do, so, just in case )

http://www.inkblotmagazine.com/rev-arch ... d_Funk.htm

I's a mix of funk, electro and groove. I liked a few songs on the album, but there are very little lyrics and the songs are very progressive, very background-music. Reminds me of Aphex Twin a little (less outlandish tho)

The lyrics I showed are from the last song from the album. They're spoken by this Scottish girl called Pam Hogg, and the story's from Mike Benson.