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

haha the neden game is the one track I remember as being good xp

thread needs less ICP praise, more juggalo poetry

juggaloetry, you mean

insane clown poesy

TS: Juggaloetry vs Floetry

edgar allen juggapoe

oh yeah I recognized "The Raven" too

Violent J has run away!
I was fuckin trotting along and suddenly
it started raining faygo in this bitch
and you said it was just a pelican
but pelicans try to eat your cell
phone so it was really raining
faygo in this bitch and I was in such a hurry
to meet you but the fuckin' traffic
was acting exactly like a fuckin' magnet
and suddenly I see a headline
VIOLENT J HAS RUN AWAY!
there is no rain in Hollywood
there is no faygo in California
I have been to lots of bays
and waved a lot of fish
but I never actually run away
oh Violent J we love you come back

I placed a phone in Frisco Bay,
And there it was, upon the bay.
It made the slovenly wackassness
Surround that bay.

The wackassness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The phone was there upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion every where.
The phone was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Frisco Bay.

mad props for doing o'hara

xp

The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in a butterfly; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;

Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,

And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me--she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.

Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,

And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,

Only, this time my shoulder bore 50
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!

faygoetry

Looking for the LOLs in the Browning, but mostly just getting not-LOLs.

it's subtle

To Christ our Bitch


I CAUGHT this morning morning’s miracle, king-
dom of fucken' rainbows, dapper-phone-drawn Pelican, in his ridin'
Of the rollin' Frisco underneath him steady sea, and I'm gettin'
High there, how he rung upon the ringtone of a cellphone's ring
In his gizzard! then off, when phone stops callin',
As a skater’s heel sweeps smooth on a half-pipe: with puke and cryin'
I guffed a big wind. My heart in hidin'
Stirred for a bird,—the trapeze of; the ringmastery of the thing!

Bitch beauty and Faygo and wack, oh, fuck this pelican here,
Fuck y'all! AND the breaks that fire from the DJ, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my Clown Posse!

The wonder of it: fuckén' magnéts work fucken' silly and
Shit, and big-beak remembrance, ah my dear,
Phone, call thyself. I cash gold millions,
Bitch

to write a poem after magnets is barbaric, and that corrodes also the knowledge which expresses why it has become impossible to write poetry today

Two Faygos procured in Harper Woods
And sorry I could not spray you with both
And be one Juggalo, long I stood
And shook up one as much as I could
To better soak with Red Pop your clothes

Then shook the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Then a pelican took to the air
His fucking pouch, my cell phone's in there
Last time I'll toss fish in Frisco Bay

And two bitches that morning I furiously laid
With faces painted white upon black
Oh, I sprayed Faygo on the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if she should ever come back

Fucking magnets, I say with a sigh
I don't want to talk to no scientist
Two Faygos procured in Harper Woods
I shook the one labeled Rock & Rye
And that has made all the difference.

god damn

good work all around. these should be published imo.

outstanding

nobody heard him, the pelican
but still he lay moaning
i ate from a juggalo in frisco bay
and not a fish but a cellphone

poor bird, he always loved fukkin magnets
and now he's dead
it must have been the faygo his heart gave way
they said.

oh no no no, it was faygo always
(still the pelican lay moaning)
i ate from juggaloes all my life
and not a fish but a cellphone

guitar solo almost as good as final placement

Philip Larkinsane Clown Posse

I saw the best minds of my juggalo nation blown by magnets, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the faygo cans at dawn looking for an angry fix,
jester-painted hipsters toking 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 darkness of their parents' basements festering 'neath suburbs of Detroit contemplating Mushroomhead

guitar solo almost as good as final placement

― phat vintage shit (r1o natsume), Friday, April 9, 2010 12:14 PM (7 hours ago)

lol, i thought the same thing!

Will there be a line-by-line poll for this song? I think it deserves one. I'd vote for the thing about the bird eating his cell phone.

Doctor Casino just dropped a truth bomb -- this needs to happen

I was going to but this song is too lyrically dense to organize into a poll

hang on

Are you a believer in mira-POLLs? Do you notice and recognize mira-POLLs?

In Frisco Bay did Violent J
A pelican attempt to feed
Where Alph, the Faygo river ran
through shit that shocked the eyelids of man
Down to a clownless sea

lj I commend you for that windhover version

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhFFyLl_s64

Pelican wants cellphone!

hey forks, watch this whole thing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfisddCgtsg

and give us the highlight reel

Things that need to be mentioned on this thread:

--The recent Juggalo episode of Law and Order
--The Juggalo episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force

wkiw icp in that interview, shame they are actually icp.

Come away, o Jugglo, to the water,
With the pelican hand in hand,
For the world's more full of Faygo, bitch,
Than you can understand.

insane clown poesy

― forgive me fada (acoleuthic), Friday, April 9, 2010 5:11 PM (Yesterday)

I saw the best minds of my juggalo nation blown by magnets, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the faygo cans at dawn looking for an angry fix,
jester-painted hipsters toking 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 darkness of their parents' basements festering 'neath suburbs of Detroit contemplating Mushroomhead

― steev reich (Curt1s Stephens), Saturday, April 10, 2010 2:34 AM (20 hours ago)

HEROES

real q is which producer is going to step up and do a decent balearic edit of the instrumental outro to this song? could see prins thomas playing it out maybe.

man that interview is actually really solid & appears to be somebody in icp's crew surreptitiously taping bashir interviewing them - they're really awesomely forthright - pretty inspiring tbh

^i've always said this. they are smart, down-to-earth guys who totally understand their place in the world.

i kind of want to interview them myself, but i don't know how the pitch would go. Like call psychopathic and be like "do you want to talk about the fact that hipsters are deconstructing you all day?"

as usual you're shoehorning the word "hipster" in where it's kind of unnecessary, but i don't think it'd be that hard a sell, to want to talk to them about how the outside world views them. plus, i mean, you don't put on clown makeup and then get mad when people laugh at you.

as usual you're confusing "fun" with "requires an actual news peg"

the line about what you'd say when calling their label made it seem like you were talking about how to justify the interview to the interviewees, not to an editor.

i would love to see other examples of me making that same mistake regarding fun and news pegs though.

ie, the outside world has been kind of joking about ICP so years, but now theres a ILX/BC0/hip1noin/VLV/Williamsb0ard-etc. (ie, the Das Racist audience) deconstructing their every move and occasionally showing up that the Gathering to take pictures

omfg this thread

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
to recognize these mirakills.

poor bird, he always loved fukkin magnets

oh Violent J we love you come back

the fuckin' toves
Did gyre and gimble in this bitch.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For juggalos.

Forgive me
it was delicious
maybe you could get it out
using some sort of magnet?

To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Fucking magnets, how do they work?

And fuck you bitch-ass faggots, juggalo for life

I saw the best minds of my juggalo nation blown by magnets

just in tears...

noz has had some good defenses of the juggalo phenom

that's kind of like saying "hipsters go to Will Ferrell movies, therefore Will Ferrell is a hipster phenomenon"