[url]http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZpaXzgQf-Zw&mode=related&search=[/url]


I can't believe I used to like that.
Jesus.

-52! I'm winning!!

AHH! I can't see mine!!
I hate all girl bands.

[QUOTE=Antigone][url]http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZpaXzgQf-Zw&mode=related&search=[/url]


I can't believe I used to like that.
Jesus.[/QUOTE]
The chorus sounds like the horrible Mortal Kombat song.

BTW that song was pure garbage. How did you listen to that crap?

/Coming from a guy who has a Corey heart song on playlist.

They did a cover of I Wear My Sunglasses At Night, actually.



But I don't know.
I hope I've gotten a little bit more intelligent since those days.

[QUOTE=Antigone]They did a cover of I Wear My Sunglasses At Night, actually.



But I don't know.
I hope I've gotten a little bit more intelligent since those days.[/QUOTE]

Great post! Rep! :chug: :wave: :thumb: :smoke:

Don't even think I'm going to repay you.

The bass forum is dead, anything interesting going on over here?

[url]http://youtube.com/watch?v=l4Z185dZD_4&search=english[/url]


Wtf?
Ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten.

[QUOTE=Antigone]Don't even think I'm going to repay you.[/QUOTE]


I wasn't looking for any repayment. I'm fine with my -22222 lol.

[QUOTE=Jody LeCompte]The bass forum is dead, anything interesting going on over here?[/QUOTE]

Well duh, this is the stronghold.

I think they should change it to the giant thread of Pespi or sommat, seeing that I have 2,390 posts in it.

[QUOTE=Antigone][url]http://youtube.com/watch?v=l4Z185dZD_4&search=english[/url]


Wtf?
Ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten.[/QUOTE]

ten ten ten one..ten ten ten two..ten ten ten haha that was awesome.
Jimmy Onishi is the guy in the video counting, reading etc.. he's a comedian/ artist..his art is ****, but comedy..good stuff.

[QUOTE=fishbulb]Well duh, this is the stronghold.[/QUOTE]


Great post! :thumb: :chug: :wave: :smoke: Rep!!

[QUOTE=Antigone][url]http://youtube.com/watch?v=l4Z185dZD_4&search=english[/url]


Wtf?
Ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten.[/QUOTE]
thats how I say 100.

[QUOTE=Tang.]Great post! :thumb: :chug: :wave: :smoke: Rep!![/QUOTE]

Oh yeah.
Huh, i used to have 10 points, now i only have -5. Not like i care or anything.

That was me. Oops.

+ Rep.

My rep is still 2295.

You guys don't apparently add points, you just leave comments.

[QUOTE=Antigone]That was me. Oops.[/QUOTE]


I see how this works..I rep the guy..you neg. rep him..such a vicious vicious cycle..damn lesbians.

I did some electrical work today for some lesbians.. they invited me and two other guys I work with over tonight for some wine..

They are also quite middle aged and butch.

I'm not going, maybe the other guys will...

[quote=Punkdrummer...]-52! I'm winning!![/quote]

You really arent.

Im at 10. Neat.

God this rep system is gay.

About to head out for a jog, have fun ya'll

[QUOTE=PunkRockLove]God this rep system is gay.[/QUOTE]
It doesnt seem to be screwing up the actual threads, just this one.

[IMG]http://www.marc.crysisplanet.com/goodp.jpg[/IMG]

eh hem.

hi guys

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry
fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the
starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the
supernatural darkess of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven and under the El saw Mohammedan angels
staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating
Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from academics for crazy and publishing obscene odes
on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in
wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt
of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hoitels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and c[B]o[/B]ck and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind
leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless
world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetary dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and batered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empite State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migranes of
China under junk-withdrawl in Newark's bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who list cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleaned in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houseton seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arm protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Captialism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit dtectivves in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,



I can't type anymore. Holy crap.

you typed that!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my gosh lo..

Didn't write it.
It's Ginsberg's Howl. I got a massive collection of his poems and decided to read his most famous. I didn't know it was going to be four pages long. =/