Aw Shit

Well maybe that's that I hope nat
Got no spirit left to hear it he says he rips it from
Starting to seem like he's Eric Fromm
Sensitive to dissin but he pissin
Against the wind it's ill advised
I got a master's eyes
And I'm aiming for the pies in the skies

Peace!

See you tomorrow I hope.

Something I was working on yesterday but veered off from

I want to press these rhymes on vinyl personally
you people carry forth the wealth of nations

I move sideways
and motherfuckers blink and the tide stations

straddle the dragon ride without saddle
my nets spreading all cross the cattle

Skygod over cacti -
look up from your shadow dried out at my Tec 9
assassins from last time
hashashins to bedtime
crack down or let crime and let live and die

talk back to the psilocybin
guilt-oblivious like Milosevic
Im a solemn man Im Sol himself it seems by how everything self-demolishes
where I stand like ivy leave colleges

Im flawless-ish, collect dirt like dollar bills
and grease the pit

great feasts are missed
we gotta grease the pit
bring some ease to this shit

Whats taking me so long? Its fuckin 6 hours later in the day
can't catch a break to get some sleep
cause when I wake shits gone freaked
want my reasons?
Its easy peasy Japanesey
fuck the demons

Lol phaer enough

Life creeps up the beaches
its always D Day
whatever the genes say
bleed in the surf like Ouranos
Sink like Atlantis

forgetful fishbowls blown from night tales by mistrals
splinter into crystals
and flopping fishes
pity the abysmal creatures

rise like stars in the East
far and wide my reach
embrace all the beach, all the surf, all the sea
all of me
a crunch in my first to a seed
drop in the dirt and lets see

seed crawl fast and drool nasty
brood on trash in gucci, flashy
sushi not figured in the sphinxes riddle
whistle the way like Omar Little

Things may be brittle;
the crystal is in the splinters.

And now...

I gotta go wash fucking dishes

Gucci demon
Please the seaman
Rhyme like He Man
Spine like Free Man
Dine with Rita
Break fast with Pita
And make it "gon' last" with Lolita

earlier on:

I can't change what I done did
the game's rigged that's it
a buncha snakes in a pit
adapt to the venom
not like John Lennon
security is its hands of bad Lieutenants
thats how we safeguard against bad lieutenants
just a little cynicism a la Impenitent
definitive monad initiative
living it, own that prerogative.

d day waste away got caught when he got shot
saw it all on tv cnn so greedy
headline landmines lies so big sink ocean liners
headliners lost touch with the dank earth in the funk
yo
so i bring it back that’s whats up
ride around in big ass trucks
with trump stickers on the bumper
fixed beats fixing summer
went out and bought a hummer just cause i can man
just to crush it at the bottom of the fucking grand canyon
like why do i even write these lyrics
ain’t none more serious than he who don’t give a fuck
that’s me misanthropissed no rap battle yeah i rather split
those legs wide open feel the sunrise beat heart best
hold the breast and relax
check the facts and sit back
pen some truth in prose my verses glow
the hoes all know when the money show
cash always play at the end of the day
unless you’re a triggered virtue signaler
voting hilary like a fool like hitler wasn’t good enough for you
stupid cry and pout bitch why you think i drink and smoke out
shit i gotta live next to this fucking orphanage
of broken dolls and welfare sellout bad hair handouts
but we fix it one step at a time
fuck even i’m bored with these rhymes
no use talking about the shit the scum in the pit
i got another beer here so ima split

God damn nice

Pezers verses are genius too.

Very good.

We're getting somewhere. By no standard but our own of course.

I hate to admit it but I fucking love hard work.

It hit me that it is a damn fucking lie thatan artist is not a hard worker.

Every people except the worst kinds know the artist is the hardest worker of all.
He works harder than a slave, because he has no barrier between the master and himself.
His master is his power to create higher joys and terrors to bring changes in humans. If he is not a complete slave to that master, he can have something to say about what he changes. If he has actual control, he is a philosopher of power, and artist tyrant.
But to an artist there is nothing as tempting as his own work.

Nietzsche said he liked his artists pure: only needing bread and their work.

By the way, Aw Shit is the best name ever.

I have spent a lot of time thinking about how band names sound when they are announced on a stage, how the name introduces the music. Aw Shit is perfect.

And we can really live up to it. It includes the dirt, the chaos, but promises that these be enjoyed.

Pezer wrote:

Very good.

We're getting somewhere. By no standard but our own of course.

I hate to admit it but I fucking love hard work.

Ambition and love of ones labour are also tied.

Leisure and ambition quickly turn to emotional turmoils, poetic states, Nietzschean wines, ambition will find its means to break the chains. Poseidon is here, where the land forsakes Odysseus and the plot racially thickens all of a sudden. This is why I am obsessed with the Greeks and their vessels on the wine-red sea, as Homer describes the sea at sundown. The Mediterranean, Jupiters Heimat.

If you two both are for a name other than Aw Shit,

Ive played with band names for 20 years and this is the first serious one, coinciding with the first serious band.

But since Capable wasn't in the Own Broken cave we will be a different phenomenon - Parodites is really already part of my musical entity too - anyway lets come up with some other names.

I was a bit irritated before that not every day Aw Shit is being buit up here by 3 of us, but thats not the right mindset. We've already gone where no man has gone yet on the road of freedom. Not to say we are freer than Alexander or Caesar, but we enjoy a freedom with far reaching impact in a time of tremendous power. So considering where we are now I don't need any thing else from anyone else, all that we need now is a threshing ground, a theater, a place. Clearly all of us are penetrated by the will to do better on the worldly stage, and since we're quite serious specimens we are able to enhance our performance on our own autarkic account. This is all very cool. I have less than no reasons to be frustrated with any one here, plus it is women who have evolved to receive male frustrations, only bitch-men constantly quabble amongst each other. It was impossible not to engage in the world of bitchness when we started online, needed to do a lot of bitch slapping and surely once or twice received one, but since 2011 we have not been anywhere near that swamp, even though I have lowered myself into the mud of ilp and even kts as a kind of sacrificial offer to the dank earf, knowing shit is fertile. But none of that is necessary anymore either. The ploughing is done, the sowing is done, and a lot of the growing has been accomplished. What's left is the moon. Or: what is left, is best left to the moon. With conscience, of course - as the conscience too lofty to be remembered by Christians looked at the moon, something like thirst but beyond it and its satisfaction, the pure marvel at taste itself.

I'm working on it dog. You do your shit.

For exampz, getting rich with the stock market will help in the future. You are a fucking European scum, so you look down on money as a general rule. But know that we will need it in abundance. The more the better.

I now know I can't count on your money as company money, you are too, yes, like you say, autarkic. But by the time I get the place, I will be happy to seduce you into spending it on it in all sorts of ways. This is shaping up well, I can't complain.

The Snowdon Theatre was acquired for 1.6 $. They're gonna build condos, though keeping the facade was a condition of the sale. I would say more, but fuck you.

There's philaments, that's all.

And I see a lot of them more the richer we each of us all are.

The price is very low. I could have fucking brought that together if I hadn't put my trust in my bonehead moron of a cousin. I think in Amsterdam that would go for at least five times that. But of course to build the interior would have cost another 5 million at least.

Capitalist structuring requires steady revenue, and this revenue requires the capitalist structure, as earnings are much more profitable to spend as company money, much of it being tax deductible. I was living off savings, thats not the plan now.

I'm excited about our art project. I'm more than half expecting it to absorb and overrule all my other ambitions.

I do sometimes am touchy on some subjects and get frustrated at what I percieve as hesitation. So I will hold on to my plan Bs and they will be only mine. Until the enthusiasm of the crew catches up with mine. Even conceding your passion may be deeper or at least more accessible.

Pezer wrote:

I'm excited about our art project. I'm more than half expecting it to absorb and overrule all my other ambitions.

I do sometimes am touchy on some subjects and get frustrated at what I percieve as hesitation. So I will hold on to my plan Bs and they will be only mine. Until the enthusiasm of the crew catches up with mine. Even conceding your passion may be deeper or at least more accessible.

Being the dude that set it all up and created 99 percent of the art, I have to do that thing too, where I just assume I won't be alone with it in the end, but in my case of course that wouldnt require a plan B, it just means Ill get rich of it alone or with some other people.

I do realize that.

But I thought I'd set out my terms. In case you do want me.