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

family!

man!

*guitar solo*

hungry

I rolled the last one you son of a bitch

Thank &^%$& for that, I was beginning to feel that I was out-intellectualised. You always use way to many papers!

too many papers, I mean

so after all these years it turns out that I am, in fact, down with the clown.

can i just say right now, if someone wants to start a tumblr called "The Unabridged Anthology Of Poetry Based On Insane Clown Posse's "Miracles" Video" and put all these poems in it; it will be on Hype Machine/Village Voice/Gawker, etc by the end of the week.

I'd do it but I already have a retarded tumblr

*registers theunabridgedanthologyofpoetrybasedoninsaneclownpossesmiraclesvideo.com*

I feel like I didn't really go in on my howl excerpt

we're just talking about turning j0hn d's posts into a book to make him freak out and leave, right

btw i have compiled almost all of the juggaloetry into a .txt

Can someone wrangle some Law & Order cast members (or voices of equal stature) into reciting these?

can i just say right now, if someone wants to start a tumblr called "The Unabridged Anthology Of Poetry Based On Insane Clown Posse's "Miracles" Video" and put all these poems in it; it will be on Hype Machine/Village Voice/Gawker, etc by the end of the week.

I will be pretty bummed out if this happens, I was only here to have fun w/ilx ppl not for any broader thing, everybody knows my position on this stuff already, some dude otm

IOW if somebody does that, please leave mine out, thx

nothing everything has to be a book--i'm just clowning* around here, just for lols.

*LOL

maybe publish them anonymously, or as the 'work' of one Gygax Luna Passantino

not everything has to be a book

everyone would be bummed even if Vincent D'Onofrio busts out his crazy cadence on your rhymes?

The thread is the thread, it has already found its own best form.

whelp, that's the fun sucked right out of it

I'm outta this thread, peace everybody, it was fun while it lasted

yeah john, god forbid someone re-post your poems to the internet

fwiw I do not condone posting these poems anywhere and was just looking for an excuse to type 'Gygax Luna Passantino' which has kinda a ring to it

why you gotta be like that whiney

just trying to fuckin chill on ilx, not get broader attn is all.

oh relax it's not gonna be a blog!

I saved stuff because it's funny!

all things must be transient. all things must be transient. all things must be transient.

But not all transients are things.

If only ICP could be stopped by the threat of broader attention, amazing videos about pelicans notwithstanding.

there's only one way to save this thread and restore ILX's honour

What pelican of magnets and aluminium bashed open their phones and ate up their brains and imagination?

Miracles! Solitude! Filth! Face paint! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Juggaloes screaming under the fukkin rainbows! Boys sobbing in bizzars! Old scientists weeping in the piss!

Miracles! Magic! Nightmare of Miracles! Miracles the loveless! Mental Miracles! Miracles the heavy judger of juggalos!

Miracles the incomprehensible prison! Miracles the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Magic whose butterflies are judgement! Magic the vast neden of war! Fukkin the stunned governments! Bang! Pow! Boom!

Miracles whose mind is pure machinery! Miracles whose blood is running magic! Miracles whose fingers are joker card armies! Miracles whose breast is some sweet fat titties! Miracles whose ear is a smoking tomb!

Miracles whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Miracles whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Shangri-La! Miracles whose factories dream and choke in their face paint! Miracles whose smokestacks and magic crown the fukkin cities!

Juggalettes whose love is endless oil and stone! Miracles whose soul is electricity and wank jokes! Miracles whose poverty is the specter of our customer fan base! Miracles whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen, until they come party at next year's Gathering! Miracles whose name is the Mind! Fuck you scientists!

Miracles in whom I sit lonely! Miracles in whom I dream fundy Christian angels! Crazy in Miracles! Cocksucker in Eminem's crew! Lacklove and manless in I dunno, whatever!

Miracles who entered my soul early! Miracles in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Miracles who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Miracles whom I abandon! Wake up in Magic! Light streaming out of the sky and shit!

Miracles! Miracles! Robot apartments! invisable suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Miracles to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! neden! miracles! ecstacies! gone down the American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Join the band wagon wigga it's a juggalo party! Ten years' animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time! I stab people!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

fuckin ILX threads/how do they work

they work like magnets, like, obviously, duh...

holy fucking shit, a hoy hoy, that's...wow

Fukkin the stunned governments! Bang! Pow! Boom!

What the hell is that based on? I'm kind of guessing Patti Smith?

I was kinda hoping 'Miracles' replaced 'Zombies'

might be a David Icke rant tho

What the hell is that based on? I'm kind of guessing Patti Smith?

― repugnant appearance, Irish background, not an animal (Jon Lewis), Monday, 12 April 2010 23:18 (3 minutes ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

2nd part of Howl?

The great thing is how much of the original still fits in nicely. I actually think I like Howl better as a JuggalOde.

just trying to fuckin chill on ilx, not get broader attn is all.

FYI it might help if you had a screen name like "ilxor" you know. (Fuckin' screen names / how do they work?)

I HAVE met them at close of day
Coming with Faygo'd faces
From couch or desk among grey
Prefab suburb houses.
I have passed with a throwing of the horns
Or trite bitch-ass whoops,
Or have lingered awhile and formed
Trite bitch-ass whoops,
And thought before I had done
Of a rad Twitter hashtag or zing
To please my internet friends
Around the secret-board of the webforum,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where Faygo is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A Juggalo beauty is born.

That b...woman's days were spent
In ignorant music-board,
Her nights to meta went
Until her mind grew bored.
What girl more source of idyll
When, young and molto bella,
She posted then to WDYLL?
This man had kept a tumblr
Where wing was shopped to horse;
This other his helper and stan
Thought ICP weak sauce;
One might have won fame in the end,
Until his domain was creamed,
Until his idea was ill-bought.
This other man I had dreamed
A wanton, suggest-ban-clad sort.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has affirmed his part
In the circus of regret;
He, too, has deemed magnets unknown,
Cellphone pelican-met:
A Juggalo beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a crow
Niagara Falls, the Pyramids, clean
And pure, fukkin rainbows, ghosts
The midnight coast, Frisco Bay
Pure motherfukkin magic, right?
The miracles of every day;
Plant a seed in the ground
And watch God spring it;
A Dark Carnival's found,
And fifteen thousand mosh within it;
The fukkin shooting-stars dive,
And UFOs come to call;
Spring it, and sprung bitches thrive:
Violent J's in the midst of all.

Too great a miracle
Can turn a face into heart
Or make Posse from people
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur lyric upon lyric,
As a motherfucker names his verse
When sick beats fall sick
On words that sick souls nurse.
What is it but magic, yo?
No, no, not trick but truth;
Was that pelly wearin' Faygo?
For bitches be uncouth
About all that is blogged fo' sho'.
We know their dream: crack
Or they dreamed of the midnight coast;
And what if excess of wack
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
Maclean, oh Maclean
And Krawczyk and Momus
Now and in time to be,
Wherever paint is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A Juggalo beauty is born.

awesome sure lj but fyi faygo is a drink

dude!

for some reason I was lumbering under the assumption that Faygo was the facepaint - please read it that way :/

and yeah it is a drink. but

He, too, has deemed magnets unknown,
Cellphone pelican-met:
A Juggalo beauty is born.

a+

or maybe it's funnier if it sounds like they splash themselves with drinks as costume

the farty beatboxing at the end of this tune is the icing on the lol cake.

if you think i'm the only person who shakes their head at your gucci fetish and your white whale vendetta against whiney for the one time a year ago that he mischaracterized gucci mane fans, then i'm happy to withhold my tame zings and let everyone else just laugh at your stubborn bullshit

― some dude, Monday, April 12, 2010 7:57 AM (10 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

im not mad at whiney about anything to do w/ whatever he said about gucci a year ago, im mad because his hipster fetish is making otherwise pleasant threads unbearable, today

i know it like "lol thats our whiney" but imo if dude wants to not be treated a condescendingly as icp fans then he should get called on contributing boring bullshit when he brings it up

"today"