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Gypsy Lantern
08:12 / 22.03.06
Yours is more like Sypha's.

Harsh.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
08:21 / 22.03.06
If you people don't start fucking rhyming again I'm going to post a three-page free-form prose-poem on how Magick assauges the tenebruous yearning of my heart's misunderstood depths for kindred souls in a cruel and vacuous world.

DO YOU WANT SOME?
 
 
Bruno
07:52 / 23.03.06
I'm taking up LVX's challenge:

Check it,
Word is vibration
I rip through your protective circle wit my hollow pointed incantation,
Surprise, you realize, you in the wrong time'n place'n
I just tore your tongue outcha throat like an oathbreakin freemason
Your obsessive thoughts bout me gotcha heart racin,
Make you run back to church cause you need a God to have faith in.
My Will is strong, you wanna bend it better bring a coupla henchmen,
Not to mention
Your girl is on it cause I practice mad seminal retention.
That's right, I go on and on and on like Perdurabo
Callin yourself Lux but you livin in my shadow
Aiyo you better - cover your eyes or you'll find that you blind,
Every time that I shine
This phallic solar deity'll burn scars deep inside your mind,
My sense of the immense makes you tense, your chaos is condensed like Hine
Gazin into my abyss wishin you had a, rhyme like mine
Kid your lyrics are boring,
Your squeaky voice sounds like Crowley's wax cylinder recordings
I visualize your demise, you still on your first tattwa
You fight like a neophyte, I spit Enochian patois.
And where the fuck didja get that twenty three? MTV?
That shit's been played out since 82, check my real numerology,
You make me smile
At your infantile
Fantasies of synchronicities that other people wrote about,
I be the Seven to the Zero the number noone spoke about
Move in silence, bringin violence, pull the ex out
of your name, leave your formula incomplete, no doubt,
I just dropped another jewel,
You can't take the weight of this Current fool
I ride sharks through the depths, you still pissin in the baby pool,
Beatin your dick off surfin sites on OTO sex magick
Wastin your libidinal energies while my chi circulates on automatic
Just the look in my eyez'll leave you traumatized, in need of Reichian therapy
You beggin for Mercy, all I'ma give you is Severity
Time to put the mic away kid, learn to knit or play the piano
I Mastered all your Ceremonies, call me El Veterano
My mind is universal, punk your shit is just nano-
You can't step to the Mic Checka Bruno Nolano.




hahaha
that took almost 2 hours, I'm not gonna make it a habit.
I'm still laughing about the Crowley line, hahahaha,
indulgent regressive antisocialness,
but LVX seriously, it is just a silly game, nothing personal.
I've found posts of yours helpful and insightful in the past.
-carl-
 
 
Gypsy Lantern
08:20 / 23.03.06
That was fucking excellent!

"My sense of the immense makes you tense, your chaos is condensed like Hine
Gazin into my abyss wishin you had a, rhyme like mine"
 
 
LVX23
15:02 / 23.03.06
now wasn't that more fun than "weak"?

mad props, Bruno.
 
 
--
15:36 / 23.03.06
Hey, my flow is tight...
 
 
*
18:11 / 23.03.06
I'm no MC. When I read y'all's stylings all I can think of is the possible numerological significance of "covens playing dozens."
 
 
---
12:48 / 25.03.06
Picks up the mike, clears throat....


What time is it?
Really? Is that the time?
Well that's fine by me.

But what about you? Hahah.
Are you ready? Ready as you say you are?
Well what are you stood there like that for?
Who sent you? The fucking creeps?
Well you picked the wrong damn day.

Don't go giving me none of that,
Stood there frettin' and shakin,
I'm quite comfortably sat,
but you're scheming and thinking and looking to twist,
Searching through faults, yeah goin' down the list,

Pick anything.
Pick any damn one you want,
Roll out the shitlist and hit me right now,
Get out your fangs and a cast out aloud,
Bring out your claws and prepare to fight,
Send that damn thing blazing throughout the night!

Ah, here it comes......
Demons. Scratchin' and scraping and hoping to begin,
Whispering speaking voices trying to get in,
Thinking I'm easy, that it's now time to feed,
Wanting to implant that little dark seed,

Wait a minute...I see flowers.
And light, and circles,
Mandalas and forests and mountains and sky,
Space and stars and an Anima flies,
Yeah that was shit.
You came into the room with a malicious idea,
I turned that damn spell straight to love from fear.

Now it's my turn.

Sensing you out now the tables have turned,
Summoning things that equal you being burned,
You're into my mind but I just let you through,
So now let me show you what's coming to you,
Don't screech! Don't panic and shake.
You're calling on your superiors! Well it's a fucking gang of you I'll break.
You cheeky little mess I'm gonna give you mindquake,
While you're huddled and screaming it's my turn to take,
Attacking and robbing and wasting my time,
You picked the wrong day to push me over the line,
Now there's Demons and darkness and Dragons of fire,
A thousand eyed wrath starin' down on your Sire,
Real teeth, real anger, real intent and hate,
We're gonna rip you up and send you back through Hells gate,
You're feeling it now and it'll be over fast,
Yes look! It's all over. When we cast we cast.
We're busy out here and you got in our way,
No room for your shit we are working today,
And day after day until our job is done,
and then we'll go out and we'll all have some fun,
Living for creation like creation planned,
You tried to hit us but instead you got damned.
 
 
Bruno
18:21 / 23.05.06
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Ticker
04:27 / 27.05.06
If you people don't start fucking rhyming again I'm going to post a three-page free-form prose-poem on how Magick assauges the tenebruous yearning of my heart's misunderstood depths for kindred souls in a cruel and vacuous world.

DO YOU WANT SOME?


so long as it's dark all the way through....

The battle raps are most excellent. Thank ya for digging them out and reposting them then starting it up again.
 
 
Bruno
09:34 / 31.05.06
Aimed at noone in particular or perhaps at myself:

I’m a lunatic the moonchild I spit bile my eyes are wild my mind’s defiled but versatile
I cramp your style like a border
The one-man magic order
Come with your best rhymes, leave with a language disorder
So call me the transmuta
Freezin your computa
Toss your body in the river but keep your skull for a hookah
Puffin on the chronic I’m Choronzonic
My life is weirder than your favorite comic
I’m in my prime my scale’s aeonic
Your paradigm, I’m way beyond it
Paoli in effect, I’m blowin fuses
My activity confuses,
Mysterious like Eleusis
I’ve got multiple personalities and you amuse us
With your pathetic excuses
Because my Will is being done while you go “coulda-woulda-shoulda”
I killed the Buddha, I’m neva late aimin straight for your vishudda
While you waste time
I’m several places at the same time
I drive your bus, I cooked the food you eatin
The undercover agent installin your central heating
In your crib my overalls conceal ninja stars and jugorum scars
I got your toenails in jars, rubbin my balls on your Tarot cards
Laugh out loud as I read your magic diary
Try to skry get blinded by my form, the fury fiery
Try to follow but get lost in my line of inquiry
Wanna battle but you can’t even tire me
The man with stamina
Step in to your dreams and have sex with your anima.
I know you got beef
But you can’t fuck with the Secret Chief
Everybody that you know, unconsciously, obeys my command
Imagine life is a thread, steppin to me’ll get you banned
I’m the Invisible Hand
A twisted mystic
Obsessive-compulsive and sadistic
Chatting calmly with your parents over tea and a biscuit
I invaded your reality just in case you missed it
It goes like this kid,
I’m all-seeing, got you open like source
Removin obstacles from my course
Without unecessary force
and no remorse
Cause I’m beyond the wheel of karma
Cuttin you from your roots like a potato farma
A snakecharma, readin your character armor,
The schizofrenic telekinetic causin floods and arsons
Blowin up the spot like Jack W Parsons
 
 
Quantum
09:49 / 31.05.06
RAW! *du-duh, du-du-duh*
What is he good for? Absolutely nuthin',
Say it again y'all!
RAW! *du-duh, du-du-duh*....

(I'm only joking if you're reading this Mr Wilson. We love you really.)
 
 
EvskiG
14:07 / 31.05.06
Bruno Nolano goes on-o and on-o
Cranking out rhymes like a player piano
Thinks he's all hot like a chile poblano
But he'd never survive in a mano-a-mano
I'm from Jersey, you see, like Tony Soprano.

So keep on waggin' your dick, Giordano
You'll get no clemency here, hermano
For posting your rhymes like there ain't no tomorrow
I'll put you in the Index and burn you – with sorrow
And sprinkle your ashes on Kilimanjaro.

After twenty years, I've got the touch
Circles and pentacles seem a bit much
Hex signs? Leave them for the Pennsylvania Dutch
I've got Doubt as a mistress, don’t need no crutch
I'll manage to come through in any clutch.

While you're looking for Kether
I'll glance at the sky and change the weather
Wiggle my nose to bring couples together
Cripple my foes with a touch like a feather
And bind you in place with a circle of leather.

So go on and rap about magic or hos
While I meet in my office with CEOs
I'm the real thing, baby, this ain't no pose.
The flaws in your posts I'll have to expose.
And you won't end up smellin' like a rose.
 
 
Bruno
09:21 / 01.06.06
I already stink like shit, don't smell like no rose
but you ain't gonna be noticin when I break your fuckin nose
ask your Holy Guardian Angel cause the motherfucker knows
your Great Work's to be an example for the Nolan's foes
I know it's sad, let me explain
you gotta accept the sorrow and pain
flow with the Tao relax, son you gotta maintain
failure is just another part of the game
so don't complain
when you get maimed and then slain by the sick-brained, the deranged
ejected from this time frame
sent back to the acausal
in deep sleep with jimi hendrix and saint paul the apostle
as your physical's buried deep converting slowly to a fossil.
and your CEOs and laws'll
be of no use,
when I shatter the entire state apparatus with the effects I produce
cause I break the deepest taboos
yeah I'm the basest
perform the most vulgar thaumaturgy in large public spaces
but then vanish into the crowd, they cant see me I'm faceless
the illest wizard in the place is, in bad taste like a racist
The uncompromising, Bruno be Rising, so don't find it suprisin
When I cut up your face like my name was Brion Gysin
 
 
Bruno
09:33 / 01.06.06
(Evski sorry but yours was weak, the only good parts were with ..utch & ..ether)

i promise not to write another barbeltih battle rhyme for at least a month. So take your time if you want to battle.
i find it fun
but
i dont want to waste any more
time time time.
The last one took about 40 minutes
the one before took a whole morning (-:
(while writing it the mains short circuited.)
(last night I saw Burroughs in a dream he said he wasnt really dead he was just pretending. I went for a walk and passed a large house and met flyboy & another guy (first time I've seen you in a dream flyboy, are you short with glasses and black hair? The other guy was a bit taller a bit fat and wearing a sweater with no sleeves.) and when I got back burroughs had gone.)

I will be taking a break from the internet for a while.

-bruno
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
09:46 / 01.06.06
are you short with glasses and black hair?

Only first thing in the morning, and it's more "hunched" than "short". Au revoir, Bruno.
 
 
EvskiG
13:40 / 01.06.06
Awww . . . now what am I going to do with all of these rhymes about New Jersey, geomancy, Dafydd ap Gwilym, and Karl Marx?
 
 
Quantum
14:29 / 01.06.06
the illest wizard in the place is, in bad taste like a racist
The uncompromising, Bruno be Rising, so don't find it suprisin
When I cut up your face like my name was Brion Gysin


Bruno, here's an alchemist's retort
like your end-of-term Hogwarts report-
your poetic meter is uninspired
As apprentice Temple rapper- YOU'RE FIRED!

Try a pome on celestial marriage
with rhymes that fit like horse and carriage
instead of Beethoven and Garage
The illest wizard is Illmatic
how can I be more emphatic?
is your writing automatic?
are you channelling Euterpe?
or has your talent gone away
leaving you with feet of clay?
I do not bear you any grudge
I will be your honest judge-
you're as hard as Gysin's fudge.

Peace.
 
 
Bruno
21:36 / 23.06.06
While you kissed Illmatic's ass, your girl was out buyin me presents
but I still charged full fee, for her weekly sex lessons
kid I'm harder than an insurection by ten thousand Maoist peasants
My influence shines eternal while you flicker like fluorescants
Your mind's too simple to comprehend the contradictions I embody
This is the Art not a hobby and your craftsmanship's shoddy
So just observe the rhyme crafter
as I send your ass to the hereafter
and then banish with laughter
Because your rhyme was passe
but my rhyme is Class A
my Will is tempered steel, your drive is paper mache
Just thinkin of dissin Bruno's worse than disobeyin the oracle
Get slaughtered and quartered, but your death's just metaphorical
You silly Newtonian, weren't you warned?
But it's only through this death that you're finally reborn


"Like the man who committed suicide when he learnt that he was unable to move his upper jaw, I had been annoyed by reading somewhere that it was impossible to find a rime to "silver". I spent my spare time in thinking up all the most impossible words in the language, finding rimes for them --- good rimes, not mere assonances --- and introducing them into "Ascension Day" and "Pentecost". In that poem will therefore be found rimes for refuge, reverence, country, virgin, courtesan, Euripides, Aristophanes, Aeschylus, Aischulos, Sophocles, ARistobulos, Alcibiades, fortress, unfashionable, sandwich, perorate, silver, bishop (eight rimes for this word), Sidney (three rimes for this), maniac, Leviticus, Cornelius, Abra-Melin, Brahmacharya, Kismet, Winchester, Christ Church, worship, Chesterton, Srotαpatti (two rimes to this), Balliol, and so on."
Aleister Crowley
 
 
Anthony
16:37 / 29.06.06
Insanity Heroes - Alalia (C)

Jesus I'm walking somehow
The desparation/dissolution achieved here amidst all the terror
The colour is dark gold. Desert.
I've touched upon something!
Free the word from any form of utility
Communicating something but not very much at all
With all the excess of language in tact
Til it bears all the little traces of my bastardry
Violence!
I cut myself open - golden skin, sweat, musky smell
And nothing else would suffice but absolute uncompromising beauty
NEED NEED NEED
Just this overwhelming desire
And I will not relent til god bursts through the flesh
Kill
Prostrate
Taboo
Jesus I'm walking somehow
Jesus I'm walking somehow.
 
 
---
15:43 / 02.07.06
It still breathes,
It still sleeps,
It still lives,


It's not going to change anything feeling that way,
It's not going to crack no matter how much you hit it,
Maybe it's just selfish aggression,
Because you're addicted to the rush of pure rage,
An easy path to Hell,
Because your heart is closing and you won't admit it.

It's easier to torture yourself than it is to inspire,
But when you go crazy you always hide that fact from yourself.

They'll tell you to watch the sky,
They'll tell you to be patient,
They'll tell you to keep your eyes on the ground.
They will delude you but you won't have to buy it if you,
Open your eyes and have the courage,
To see yourself,
And to fucking stand up.

Now.

The power of delusion will blind you,
And only Angels will be able to help you.

I could cast until the day becomes night,
But I'd still fall back down.

And I could send her all the love that I have,
Until there's nothing of me left,
And it would still be there.

And I could fade whilst standing, looking at her eyes,
But it still wouldn't fit.

They're still searching for the keys to the Kingdom,
And drawing maps,
And making plans,
And building towers,
And holding aloft the 10,000 things,
That will hold you spellbound,
And confusion is King.

And you still hang around waiting for me to give you the answer?
I'm just gonna live my fucking life.


She still stops by,
She still speaks,
She still smiles,
That's all that matters.
 
  

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