Pedro's Corner

You gotta promise me man, if we’re gonna do this (whatever this might be), we can never be self-mocking or farsical.

Iss rap. Straight from the eighties.

Straight from the Eighties
I bring you, I’m Hades
From jungles to Haiti
I’m known to the ladies
Got Krom on my heals and
Old bones for the maties
So for the record
Bring gold, leave the fairies

…Gladstone, who “never understood that high moral principles, in their application to foreign policy, are more often destructive of political stability than motives of national self-interest.”…

Lol.

Does it ever end with the do-gooders?

IF?
Only one wo gets to say If is that guy in the Sopranos. Who says it as a sentence.

When I mock myself people get even more pissee than when I take myself seriously, because I tend to mock them along with myself and since Im extremely harsh in how deep I see, what I survive, they can not. So yeah I can promise, not self mockery. For other reasons too, such as that it is leftist to mock oneself for raking in the millions. Like insulting your own mother on record is leftist.

bra ha har.
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I’ve squashed bugs that put up more of a fight.

seriously, in a universe with doods like this one crawling all over the place, you think Im gonna be inclined to mock myself?

Good lyrics thanks Ill work with those.

Chopping flies with an axe
the afternoon is languid like the sound of a fax
or the dust on the back window of a Queens-based FedEx
still these flies keep buzzing
I dont truss em
sit down on this woodblock ya little busters
show you the craft of old man Custer

Im me
infinitely
thats my philosophy
why theres no stopping me
why lopsided gobbledygook won’t do the job for me
its all psy ops from here
has been
a biopic of us chopping up myopic cyclopses
im telling not asking
not selling Im basking

Sandboxanistas
life is like a box of pistols
foxy mistress boxed in in a castle like Windsor
listless at the surface
but with crispy minerals
thats all their animals
now we got the radicals
stirring up the soup
primordial beets and roots
spinning in the soup
oh its spinning in the soup
methinx its a coup
of planets in cahoots with the plants in the soup
Venice is the loot
impenitence a given and a renaissance afoot

this recording ends rather abruptly because the battery of the Korg Volca went dead. Hence the name, which is a quote from ghuich movie?
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What the hell is this rare earth shit. I keep hearing about it, that NK has the largest supply.

But look at this article.
rt.com/business/459994-chin … etals-ban/

It says first that the west doesn’t have its own supply, and then that the US used to be its largest producer and is still producing it?

What is this bullshit.

Mindhogwax on mindhogwax off.

reminder to self get this book
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Dog, for fucks sake, I got two verses. Can you do a third?

I’m fucking dying here. Using the original chorus I gave you.

No hold on.

I got this.

I just ogtta stop staring at this screen.

I’m going for a walk.

Yeah, no, fuck it. This is a two man song.

I’m philosophizing tonight
up in Pedro’s corner
Memorizing the light,
to get another mile-in toward her
Open mind and gettin the sight,
I don’t fuck with walls or with borders
Plug in to the void, we call that praisin the lord or, seeking the entrance into the pain
It’s what you do with it b, so make it a gain
there ain’t no rainbow, without any rain
Notice the cycles here instead of Goin insane
There’s a ladder out, do I gotta say it again?
The only way out is the out that’s within, say it again
The only way out is the out that’s within, it ain’t a sin

The only way out is the out that’s within
Turn a loss into a win
Fresh like Anikin
“Test” you’re panickin
But don’t stress out it’s all fallout
From previous demolishions
Every now and then a free son sets a mission
But that don’t change the odds
Try dancing with clods
I go fishin
But fresh catch takes time to settle
Meanwhile war drains coffers like broads drain metal
Ill born sons of ill born sons
All because the not quites wanted what was the already won’s
It’s all a story
Written in the underside of a turtles colon