fire, water, air and dirt / fukkin magnets / how do they work?

also, we need to poll whose fault it is that this kickass thread got fucked up & these are your poll options:

1. hipsters
2. gucci mane, the greatest rapper of all time
3. magnets

― Twink Will Ferrell (J0hn D.), Monday, April 12, 2010 8:30 AM Bookmark

When in doubt, I blame 4. scientists

"I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met who could appreciate Georges Bataille/Standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye"

― estela artois (Whiney G. Weingarten), Monday, 12 April 2010 06:37 (9 hours ago)

they're like animals, I tell ya!

I met a down-as-fuck young Jugalette
Who said: Two men, one vast, one lean, both clowns,
dance in the bluescreen. Near them, on the set,
pissed off, a veterinarian, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and pelican in hand,
Ought to be sculpted for posterity:
And to that sculpture, clown makeup applied,
And Faygo sprayed, and hatchetman engraved,
And on the pedestal, these words well-tagged:
"My name is Shaggy 2 Dope, since you asked.
How in the fuck do magnets even work?"
Nothing beside concerns you. Round the sight
Of that colossal, incoherent vision,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

fucking A <3

Hahaha worth the wait A+!

A juggalo is but a paltry thing,
Clown makeup on a stick, unless

I'm watching "A Family Underground" today. Anyone here seen it?

max you need to bite the bullet and finish your work imo

that is no country for scientists

and therefore I have sailed the seas and come
to frisco bay

lol'd @ "no country for scientists"

the lols, they are many

You do not do, you do not do,
any more, clown shoe,
in which I've been dancing in place
for thirty years, poor and white
when I started, now richer than Croesus, it's true.

J0hn D., that was as good as your first effort, which was pretty fucking delightful. Those and "This Is Just to Say, Bitches" upthread have completely made my day.

xp OMG

was waiting for ozymandias to make an appearance

there once was a man from detroit
whose rhyming was less than adroit
so he dressed like a clown
and sprayed faygo around
and now he's as rich as jon voight

:)

i def wanted to bring all this high-brow shit back down to my level of reading comprehension

with respect to your street cred I don't think you can rhyme "detroit" with "adroit" and talk down your literary know-how in the same posting session

at any rate "he dressed like a clown/and sprayed faygo around" is bringing very fine lols

xpost
yeah, but i'm ashamed to say i'm not catching all the chaucer deep cuts itt.

shit is flying over my head like a ghostface lyric to a sufjan fan

Troilus and Violent J

not sure there's been any?

xp

oh fuck have we not done chaucer yet? brb, invoking aprille w/shoures of Faygo sweete

i'm just saying, i'm not getting every poem these are in reference to and am feeling like a total dumbshit

btw can we just take this moment to collectively admit that "Violent J" is one of the greatest, most hilarious stage names of all time?

i'm just saying, i'm not getting every poem these are in reference to and am feeling like a total dumbshit

― i'm so j0rd with the u.S.a (Whiney G. Weingarten), Monday, April 12, 2010 3:36 PM (48 seconds ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

READ YR POEMS

btw can we just take this moment to collectively admit that "Violent J" is one of the greatest, most hilarious stage names of all time?

― Twink Will Ferrell (J0hn D.), Monday, 12 April 2010 20:36 (54 seconds ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

should make an ep w/ killer mike

i'm just saying, i'm not getting every poem these are in reference to and am feeling like a total dumbshit

ive def googled a few

almost didn't reconize ozy, just cuz the signature passage to me is "look in my works ye mighty and despair"

No Chaucer that I've picked up on. I tried to figure out a way to make the Wife of Bath have included Violent J and Shaggy in her five marriages but it was beyond my very limited skills as an ICPoet.

Who painted the clownface, tell me who

these woods are lovely dark and deep
they are a fukkin miracle

13 Ways of Looking at a Juggalo

Shaggy, murder, murder, murder you.
You died before I had time--
Magnet-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly clown with one gay toe
Big as a Frisco pelican

these woods are lovely dark and deep
they are a fukkin miracle

I was going to write exactly this, lol

13 Ways of Looking at a Juggalo

Que did that one upthread, his concluding stanzas were fucking brilliant iirc

TO what purpose, pelican, do you return again?
Miracles are not enough.
You can no longer quiet my phone with the redness
Of big beak opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of fukkin' flowers
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that fukkin' mean?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by magnets
Life in itself
Is magic
A fukkin' rainbow, a flight of pyramid stairs
It is enough that yearly, down this hill,
Shaggy
Comes like a scientist, babbling and strewing flowers.

xpost oh shit! you're right.

Once there were juggaloes in the campgrounds in the Midwest. You could see them standing in the amber light where the white edges of their makeup bled softly in the sun. They smelled of faygo on their hands. Painted and white and stoned. On their faces were clownish patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not to be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all juggaloes were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

wow^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Whan that Faygo, with its shoures sweete,
the floor of Zoot's hath soaked to the boardes,
and bathed Violent J in swich licour
of which virtu engendred is much fatte;
when a blunt eek with its sweete smoake
inspired hath in every holt and heath
the juggalos, and the yonge sonne,
doth, miracle straight-up, its half-cours ronne,
and foule shitte transpireth in the vannes
which rocketh in the Detroit parking lottes,
so smeareth make up on yon 2XLs;
and specially from from every shires ende
of Michigan to Lansing East they wende,
the wicked insane clownes for to seeke,
that hem wolle holpen with their beats madd seke.

Eternal win

oh my fucking god

Yay!!!

On first looking into Violent J's Faygo

MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of sound,
And many goodly clown-faced MCs heard;
Round many midwestern states have I learned
Which bards in fealty to Puff are found.
Oft of one wide waist did they expound
That deep-brow’d soothsayer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Violent J speak out loud. O, clowned!
Then felt I like some bitch of the skies
When a new miracle swims into his ken;
Or like stout Carles when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the blogosphere—and all his followers
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a pouffe in Williamsburg.

<3 <3 <3

love you, dude, esp.

the juggalos, and the yonge sonne,
doth, miracle straight-up, its half-cours ronne,

OMG

oops I appear to have posted that directly into the slipstream of greatness :/