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in the life of... Brian interacting in a world with Audrey, Elijah, Sydney and the little boston buddies.

Friday, September 22, 2006

anger

Rap:

I hate the sound of rap normally, but it is worst when the guy behind you is blasting it on his headphones so all you hear is tinny sounds from a drum machine.. and it is the same sound over over over.. for like 1 hour. an infinite loop from hell.

when I hear rap, what I envision in my head is a bunch of b-boys with hoodies on and oversized jerseys waving their hands up and down in a studio yelling, huddled in a tight group.





I often, when thinking about these studios, wish for an electrical failier that could cause the building to burst into flames and the synthetic fibers in the giant jerseys could fuel the firemaking it hotter...

I need a sick beat to rap at.. make me a beat.. I don't want to learn how to use the machine, or learn how to use a computer to make my own.. I make phat cash after its done..you will get paid.

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