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I miss Qalyn

  
 
Jack Denfeld
06:27 / 01.05.05
And man I miss the times, we would shine, you would keep on your side
You would teach me how to ride and you would teach me how to pry
Then we get on the line and go over our lines
We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit
I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya
Throw that at you and them bitches homie
And I know that aint you wit that dissin on me
That's why I never replied and never will just let em live phony
If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie
Whats mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea
We still a army in this bitch homie
Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie
Whats really real is you feelin me nigga
That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga
And I aint got time to speak the history
I miss you and I know you missin
Gizzle but

Man I miss my dawgs(yea)
Many nights club poppin(yea)
Many nights we were blowin trees(yea)
Many nights we were hustlin(yea)
Man I miss my dawgs(yea)
Me and you through thick and thin(yea)
Me and you through the very end(yea)
For only you I was in the game(yea)

And I remember when you came to the click
I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and shit
I got my solja rag and dangled my shit
I was down to just to hang wit you shit
And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click
And I aint even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, shit
But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat
At them shows while you performed and posed
I was waitin for a nigga to jump, see I was patient but was ready to duck
Cuz you my brother chump
Real Gs never buckle up
But every family aint filled wit gangstas that's real
And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down
Even if you turned around muthafucka
But history is history
I miss you and I know you missin me
Qalyn but

You was my nigga, my nerd, my joy, my herb
My main muthafuckin man Turk
My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father
I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved
We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept
We lived, we died, I stayed, you left
Remember how we played to the left
And we stayed out of trouble cuz we stayed to our self
Member Slim and B leavin, hand the ki's over
Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia
While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas
And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna
Yea those were the times my brother
Now I recognize real and I honor my brother
Yea nigga sub mage my brother, the Sqad's my brother
The nigga you left behind is my brothers
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
09:22 / 01.05.05
One fine day in my odd past,
I picked me up a transmission.
I turned the fission ignigion,
went looking for the broadcaster.

And when I first touched some ground,
they simply told me to leave.
It was kind of hard to believe,
because there was no one around!

This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!

I had a talented wine,
that land of classical gas,
and on the planet of glass
they sent me skipping through time.
I got to somewhere renowned
for its canals and the color of red
and lots of guys who shook their heads
rhythmically to resound:

This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!

This ain't no rock and roll town!
This ain't no fucking around!
This ain't the planet of sound!

I met a guy in a rover.
He said, "It's one more over,
it's just there where you're bound,
This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!
This ain't the planet of sound!"
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
10:16 / 01.05.05
I could also say:

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"

Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble
With the tombstone blues

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues

All right!
 
 
iamus
17:20 / 01.05.05
I missed Qayln too.

I was aiming right for the bollocks too.
 
 
Mourne Kransky
07:15 / 02.05.05
Be careful, Meludreen. Apparently he's Jake Deerfield's "nigga"[sic].
 
 
iamus
12:37 / 02.05.05
I'll take him on too.

.........too.
 
 
Alex's Grandma
13:55 / 02.05.05
'Whoa oh no
Ooh hooh
No no no

See, I don't know why I liked you so much
I gave you all, all of my trust,
I told you I loved you, now that's all down the drain,
You put me through pain, now I wanna let you know how I feel.

Fuck what I said, it don't mean shit now,
Fuck the presents, might as well throw them out
Fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack
Fuck you you hoe, I don't want you back.

( x 2 )

You thought you could
Keep this shit from me, yeah
You burnt bitch, I heard the story,
You played me, you even gave him head !
Now ya asking for me back
Ya just another act, look elsewhere
Cuz ya done with me !

Fuck what I said, it don't mean shit now
Fuck all the presents, might as well throw them out,
Fuck all those kisses they didn't mean jack,
Fuck you you hoe, I don't want you back.

( x 3 )

Whoo hoo
Oh no
Yeah yeah yeah.'
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
16:53 / 02.05.05
I am having such a strangely portentious day. I slept in my clothes last night, with the lights on. There was no particular reason for me to be so tired; I think someone must've snuck up and clubbed me in the head. I dreamt that I had an ancient bowl with a plastic lid, like tupperware, and the bowl was full of dormant salamanders that must be kept dry, but the bowl was full of water. This was my doing, somehow. Their tails kept lashing against the translucent lid as I tried to keep the bowl sealed, but they started to escape. They were really small, and resembled spiders more than lizards. I tried to squash them with a bit of wood I had lying around, but most of them got away.

Then, this morning, in heavy traffic, the rear gear shift of my bike snapped, leaving me in high third at the foot of a long, gradual slope; forty-five minutes later, my watchband broke. Then, just a little while ago, I was moving a cement pot and accidentally crushed some sort of small garden frog with bright yellow thighs. Some of his organs came out of his mouth and his liver was tucked into the crook of his little elbow like a football helmet.

So, I dunno, I'd ask that you be nice to me today, or the world may end.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
22:25 / 02.05.05
Aaaand on the way home I passed a 3-car accident. Several dead people, at least one severed limb. The angels are scratching on my roof with their ten-penny nails. They want me to go outside.
 
 
w1rebaby
09:09 / 03.05.05
Aye, Miss Qalyn!
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
15:49 / 03.05.05
That's just great, you stupid asshole, now Ragnarok is all your fault.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
18:49 / 03.05.05
I don't really think you're a stupid asshole, fridge. I was just upset about the Ragnarok thing.
 
 
Olulabelle
23:58 / 10.05.05
Can we stop missing him now he's back? Or do we still have to miss?
 
 
Mourne Kransky
09:07 / 11.05.05
The idea is to ignore him as best we can because he's clearly jinxed (and a frogkiller).
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
17:09 / 12.05.05
Maybe it was only Frognarok.
 
 
Jack Denfeld
04:54 / 03.03.06

Go get 'em tiger!
 
 
Mourne Kransky
10:38 / 03.03.06
The green icing is made of liquidised frog. It's quite palatable, once you mix it with icing sugar.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
17:19 / 04.03.06
Shut up, Scottish.

Thanks, Jack!
 
 
Jack Denfeld
17:49 / 14.03.06
I been pourin out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin to help his momma with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong
Now they askin Cons, how long has this gone on
And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds
So I ain't goin to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
And when I came the next mornin he was gone with my bread
And with that bein said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
But lookin back now shoulda gone to the crib
And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10
But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a nigga talkin shit so I had gone to the car
And now the judge is tellin me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind bars
And since I gone to a cell for some cruddy crimes
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone
 
 
Dead Megatron
18:43 / 14.03.06
That's what happens when you let little spider-like wet dream-salamanders get away. Mine are well buried under a ton of repressed emotions...

Just out of curiosity, do you remember what color were they, or are you one of those people who only dream in classic B&W?

[joking aside, I hope your jinxed days be compensated with many good-charmed moments in the near future, Qalyn]
 
 
HCE
20:01 / 14.03.06
I miss Qalyn too.
 
 
Char Aina
20:17 / 14.03.06
but he's so fat!
and so slow!
how?
how could you miss?
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
20:37 / 14.03.06
I missed Qalyn once. Bastard wouldn't let me do it again, THAT's for damn sure.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
20:46 / 14.03.06
Well, at least I know who my friends are.

This is why you're the king, Jack--you really care.

Megatron, that dream was almost a year ago and I don't remember the spider part that clearly--I think they were sort of greeny-black, but that could just be my stock photo of a generic spider. When they were inside the bowl, their tails were visible through the lid but the lid itself was sort of a milky gray.

I think it was a dream about my anger, you know.
 
 
Dead Megatron
21:35 / 14.03.06
oh, yeah, I didn't notice how old this thread was; so, I hope your jinxed days were compensated with many good-charmed moments in the future past, Qalyn

I think it was a dream about my anger, you know.

Well, I still stand by my statement: Mine is well buried under a ton of repressed emotions... (not really, but the joke is good, I hope)
 
  
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