Back in the day when Knytro, STRAT, Ramadan, P.Stall and I (formerly known as Caution) used to make music together, this is what initially caught my attention about Ramadan’s incredible lyricism and flow. Titled “Ride Wit Me,” when I heard this, I knew that our collaborations would only get better as we continued to work together. Enjoy. This cat is fucking ridiculous.
when you're shy, you never score. haha.
lol in most cases, yes.
people are scared of rejection, being shy amounts to self-rejection. the only difference is, if you're not in tune, you may hurt a friendship if the communication is bad.
yep. in order to love, you must allow yourself to be loved and embrace it.
yes. do you love yourself?
you can't connect with someone if you don't connect with someone... I'm learning to love myself. I am content with myself I no longer hate myself.
but why did you hate yourself? I have my own issues...
I'm hard on myself sometimes... but instead of self-mutilation, I now encourage myself.
but I learned that not everyone is looking for the same thing. you should live to your potential... you may be the last generation, after all.
i'm doing what I can.
haha... words of encouragement. things don't look good for the planet, I must say, there's part of me that is happy that I am already 47. I think that babies born today are going to see scenes previously just imagined in movies.
i fear for their future... but I quickly take that fear and turn it into fuel to power the machine that will combat the negative changes.
haha. well, you have a personal interest in that... and it's not like I wish it. I just don't have much realistic hope... human population keeps growing. Forestation and pollution... it will eventually lead to collapse.
especially when my daughter is part of that generation that may inherit a cold, barren, heartless world... yes. that would address the personal interest. however, that is only one half of the inspiration that drives me to do what I do. [I'm doing what I'm doing] for all the sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers. I can't just sit idle... and even if my contribution doesn't amount to much on a global scale, I can rest well knowing I impacted someone positively and my efforts were not in vain.
A shoutout to all the guys who fuck with girls’ heads, making my job that much harder and to the girls for assuming this is how it’ll always be despite something better being right under their noses. Spare a thought for the ones who are there for you, listening to you pour your hearts out, the ones who care while you feed them with useless clichés that you can’t adhere to yourself. Here’s to you!
…I can’t add a single thing more to that sentiment. A most necessary shout out, Starchild.
i wish i could push that red button… just once. just so i could give the world the self-fulfilling apocalypse the prophets, the Christianists, the radical Islamists, the Manson family, the warmongerers and the fear-conjurers won’t shut the fuck up about.
i want to live in a real-life Fallout where even the radiated soil would cry out in anguish and woe… where the toughest of the tough and the baddest of the bad would shrivel up and die with a [insert weapon of choice here] in their cold, dead hands
i want to see the world’s most prestigious monuments, mankind’s testament to creativity and artistry, morph into a shell of their former glorious selves i want to see first, second and third-world countries reduced to nothing more than a vat of atomic waste and debris
i want to stave off mutated threats and do battle with psychopaths over a tin of beans and a bottle of purified water. i want dust storms to be as life-threatening as a bullet storm spawned from the barrels of an array of machine guns. i want to go days without food, a hot bath and a warm bed to sleep in i want to live in the most treacherous of conditions, where the water is poisonous and the air is damn near fatal to breathe into my now decrepit, blackened lungs.
i want the foundations of faith to buckle and collapse on the head of every single, surviving inhabitant, whether they believe in a higher power for most of their lives or only adopted a certain sect of faith during their seemingly final hour.
i want chaos. i want hell on earth. i want death without a single chance of rebirth. and when the unfriendly bombs fall, i want everyone to realize how good we had it and how callus and coarse we were to our fellow man and our planet.
with that said… if you think i TRULY want this for humanity, you’re as foolish as you are naive you are as dense as the air we need to breathe because these words will have as much impact on the world as a pebble would when it’s tossed into the sea
so you gluttons, you thieves, you that constantly and consistently deceive: go right ahead! try to make an example out of little ol’ me… we all know i am not the enemy…
my personal heaven is having a grand opening and the suffrage i have paid here, in spite of you, is the admission fee
so come, unfriendly bombs! come and fall… set me free.
you and i made love underneath the moonlight in a rain forest last night. the memories are still as fresh as the morning’s dew adorning each blade of grass…
that night, the light of the moon encouraged the water and each bead of sweat to glisten and sparkle like precious gems… mother nature’s overture was playing at full blast with your persistent moans of satisfaction teasing my eardrums.
with each splash, with each crash into each other, that low shudder turned into a violent vibration, bringing about a tingling sensation, originating from the base of your spine and racing to the back of my neck …and I would bet any amount at all that the diamond-strewn water surrounding us isn’t the only wet thing around here our heavy breathing breathes hope into our romantic endeavour, while our accelerated heart rates speed us to our intended destination: ecstasy.
and even if this is the last time our bodies, hearts and minds are entwined, I will happily revisit that night kind of like I’m doing right now… I question how can there be anything better than creating a moment of insane, intense "fuck me like you mean it" passion especially when one loves the reaction more than the action itself
you and i made excruciatingly wonderful love last night… all through the night… within the confines of my mind.
do me a favour: wake me when this fantasy is prepared to become a reality.
a signature stare, coupled stratigically with that loving embrace, dare to dream of a whimsical love affair, bare my inner feelings, a race against the obvious, heart and mind pitted mano y mano in destiny’s collesium. realease the dragons! this monsterous clash of blizzard, charcoal and hot ash, falleth slowly upon my brow, and as we exchange glances, I ask you now… cherub, I cherish… love me, please, for I am in danger guide me through your forest, lest I perish, take me to your chambers, shield me from anger, love me like thy nieghbour, blend with me, with hair so fair and a passion so fiery…
As the thick fog fills my lungs, I begin to wonder… The cigarette pressed comfortably between the left side of my mouth… the warm, rich, sweet texture of my drinking chocolate, I stare into the hazy beyond, just gazing and spawing the visualization of a damp Spanish eve. And as God’s Paintbrushes inaugurate the scenery onto the canvas, your eyes appear within the vivid, picturesque colours… and I smile softly, as the wisps of smoke surf the waves of the Almighty wind. Simultaneously, the breeze and the memories of an angel become intertwined…
Keeping me warm under this furtherseemsforeversky.
As the night melodia envelopes me and the cherry orange flame fizzles out into a past tense, you visit me in the form of a phantasm… Enchanting me with passion that could only be channeled through my fancy and fantasies of you… My jacket falls to the floor in slow motion and comes to dead halt and floats… as if submerged completely underwater. No, not even winters icy kitanas could force me to shudder…
As your ghost and I embrace under this furtherseemsforeversky.
swaying gently in the trains direction, a blessed, spiritual wind caresses her face and destroys my cryptic protection, i used my soul as a shield when her mystic revealed it: an emotional charge that glistens like a kitana when it’s wielded. and when i feel it, all my current thoughts are suddently yielded, my gaze gives way to this magnificent watercolour display. as i piece together my focus, which is in complete disaray, i use my brain as a spade to try and find the right words to say. 'cause this affection you mention seems to be the right way; maybe today is the right day that God sent you to take me away from this hellzone, this i pray. you have an aura that becons to me, so i beckon to thee, let me set your imagination free bryond the highest of all pinnacles that man could ever reach. and our desires continue to expand until that cataclymic breach, and bliss will be achieved when our lips finally meet. Loves honeydew melon is sliced and the nectar begins to bleed; it streams from your navel and sends a shier through my knees the sensation’s awfully painstakingly slow and i plead for it to hasten before my body explodes… or implodes… either way, I’m ready to blow…
As much as I enjoy laughing to myself playing Xbox LIVE as people struggle to pronounce my gamertag (The Auracle), I felt enough time has passed just leaving people to stumble and land face first in a pile of ignorant cack. Here’s how it all went down:
I spawned ‘Auracle’ when I asked myself what did i want as my moniker… I figured let’s keep it simple, like something adapted from a movie, but not completely ripped off. Obviously ‘Oracle’ came from that wonderful film trilogy, “The Matrix” and an oracle is someone considered to be a source of wise counsel or prophetic opinions. I liked that, there’s a lot of power behind that title, but i needed something… well, modest, really. The prefix I cut and pasted into the word, aura, means a distinctive atmosphere surrounding a given source or a luminous radiation. In layman’s terms, aura is a common term frequently used to describe one’s spirit. I consider myself a very spiritual young bloke, so i took both words and fused them into something unorthodox.
I consider an auracle as someone who uses their actions and knowledge at the forefront of the luminous radiation or spiritual charge they wish to build upon and share with the world.
I hope that breaks it down. All the best on your journey to becoming an auracle. Just know I’m right beside you in that walk.