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Boop boop peep peep. Cold or hot out there? | ||||
I just checked your writing skills Mullet. Think you're good, nahhh. Not better than me. Let's play a story game, forgot what it's called. What we'll do, I'll write some words or a sentence, then you'll continue it from there, then I'll again continue it from there. Take the story on wherever you want on whatever topic, no limit. No need to copy previous words. I'll show you a trailer below: Me: Once upon a time You: in a far away land where no men lived but women. Me: A Thai King Mullet was after that land. Could be not a fantasy, like rl stuffs, your last night's dream or hot stuffs. I'll start first. | ||||
You're walking in a lonely street | ||||
It's a tuesday. you're three hours from a blackout with a beer in your hand. A police cruiser pulls up next you. | ||||
A police lady gets out of the cruiser with a gun in her hand. She looks at your beer bottle & stares at you. | ||||
It's after midnight. I'm off the clock. Or something along those lines, spills from your mouth after a lazy swig. | ||||
She comes awfully close to you. You got a bit scared trembling to the walls. Suddenly the street light gone off. "Can we drink together? You know late night duties... I'm bored." The lady whispered while still looking at your bottle. | ||||
You pulled a gun on me, that's your pickup. Takes another swig and chuckles. You said duty Looks at her chest That's not on is it. | ||||
Right now I'm off duty. But my honey is on duty. He needs me in home. Nice try but another day. Police lady gets in the cruiser. | ||||
Have a nice night miss. He says a little confused. That was fckn weird Finishes beer and throws it with a wide arc at the nearby overhead train bridge. It's another 30 minute walk to the next vodka gimlet at my house. The dog barks viscously as I enter. I call out a slurred command and he quites. I make then slam the drink deftly. | ||||
And now I must say that the game is ended. I gave an excellent prompt of setting and conclusion with ample confrontation. You went sht hentai setting with film noir faff. Mostly that was my actual last Tuesday I went they stopped I was amenable and went on my way to get further drunk I also browned out a little bit on my way when I jumped a 4 ft fence scratched the f out of myself and tore my favorite basketball shorts and pullover sweatshirt. Also aswell this started as a quest to 711 for alkiseltzer to quit the pre hangover with a layover at a bar that was closing in-between | ||||
I lie Tuesday was rum cokes | ||||
Knock Knock. Knock Knock Knock. Someone is one the Door. "Why do they always forget to press the bell. God damn it." You said yourself while getting up from your favorite antique rocking chair, one of the kind you ordered from spain years back. You opened the door harshly with a loud noise. "Sir it's emergency. Are you drunk that bad?" A police officer asked you in a quick. You looked at his badge, it has 3 stars on it. "No no. I'm not that drunk, yet." "Sir, a serial killer on the loose. She stole a police cruiser, killed a lady officer. Possibly wearing her dress as we found her body naked on the lake." He was breathing really fast while telling you. "Suspect is a white blond, approximately six feet tall with a medium build, perhaps between 29 and 32 years of age. And She's armed." He was sweating although it's pretty warm in here. "Here's my card. If you see her please call me. And close all your doors & windows." Officer pulled up his Walkie-talkie, "Roger that. Coming." | ||||
Mr. Mullet Also: Yaa, i luv film noir & Detective shits too. | ||||
I grab the exasperated man by the collar. What's your name and badge I've my own way to ask. Call the missing cruisers lo-jack for them's sake The trooper is befuddled at the slush of half words and slurred commands. Eventually radio's crackle with guestimated locations and half answers One is familiar the train bridge. Damn the rest i was there I should have known I make another gimlet into a soda can and contemplate the after hours fee It's still business even if she's made it personally | ||||
Also, aswell, third time again, if bad film noir is your favorite. Act as an actor at night. Night people are the best with the greatest stories to steal. I was homeless and yet employed 2013-14 had job fd off till 16. Through points I was seasonal farmer for the years. Farming is a day job. Surviving as one is triple time work drink/fck sleep.i was aslo a dishwasher a bartender and a layabout with abouts to make a bit. Fck what any has write before use your own drafted words Do weird and awful sht remark thoughts other extravagant folk then recall them | ||||
you gone through tough times man. Hope things will get better soon. Yup, i wrote everything in my way. | ||||
is it just my slow as or is vu now 100% a mobile optimized pc by the wayside thing game? | ||||
and thats another thing no one says about "thanks obama".its always about "drones on terror crimes" not about massive police spending initaitves for "war on drugs" that "arent domestic terror inccidents". also aswell carter is still called the peanut man even thought he did the camp davids. get a vax believe science wear an edc do drugs fuax the police and most importantly " be excellent to each other and party on dudes" | ||||
Why don't you ask the kids at Tienanmen Square Was fashion the reason why they were there? They disguise it, hypnotize it Television made you buy it | ||||
They're trying to build a prison They're trying to build a prison | ||||
Holy Diver You've been down too long in the midnight sea Oh what's becoming of me Ride the tiger You can see his stripes but you know he's clean Oh don't you see what I mean Gotta get away Holy Diver Shiny diamonds Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue Something is coming for you Race for the morning You can hide in the sun 'till you see the light Oh we will pray it's all right Gotta get away-get away Between the velvet lies There's a truth that's hard as steel The vision never dies Life's a never ending wheel Holy Diver You're the star of the masquerade No need to look so afraid Jump on the tiger You can feel his heart but you know he's mean Some light can never be seen Holy Diver You've been down too long in the midnight sea Oh what's becoming of me Ride the tiger You can see his stripes but you know he's clean Oh don't you see what I mean Gotta get away Holy Diver | ||||
Happy new year mofs eat drink and be merry y'all | ||||
I'll play I'll play a medley of my hip I'll play this song This written , I wrote this about two Mexican bandits that I saw on the TV two weeks after I wrote the song Which is out there right Kinda out there , I mean it ain't out there him out there everybody else Was gunna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron and your breaths as hard as kerosene You weren't your Mama's only son But her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye And sank into your dreams Pancho was a bandit boy's His horse was fast as polished steel He wore his gun outside his pants For all the honest world to feel Pancho meet his match, you know On the borders down in Mexico And nobody heard his dying words Oh , but that's the way it goes And all the federale say They could have had him any day They only let him hang around Out of kindness , I suppose Well Lefty he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to do The dust that Pancho bit down south Ended up in lefty's mouth The day they laid poor Pancho low Lefty left for Ohio And where he got the bread to go Oh , there ain't nobody knows And all the federale say They could have had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness , I suppose Pick it and it won't ever heal Well the poets tell how Pancho fell Lefty is living in a cheap hotel The borders quit and Cleveland's cold So the story end we're told Pancho needs your prayers , that's true Save a few for lefty too He just did what he had to do Now he's growing old An all the federale say They could've had him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness I suppose A few grey federale say They could've had him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness I suppose | ||||
And now when your sitting there In your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folks that you know Well , I hope you don't see me In my ragged company All that you know , I could never be alone Take me down little Susie , take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground Send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave And while you're sitting back I your rose pink Cadillac Making bets on Kentucky derby days I'll be in my basement room With a needle and a spoon And another girl to take my pain away Take me down , little Susie , take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground Send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to forget to put roses on your grave Take me down , little Susie take me down I you think you're the queen of the underground Send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No , I won't forget to put roses on your grave | ||||
Im fighting like the third monkey up Noah's ramp and its starting to rain | ||||
da dae daedadaed da dae ohh oh ooh ho one two one two three four whell i cant tell if im shacking from the DT's or the cold ither way im feeling shitty man this sure beets getting old why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself i wake up suffocating cause my lungs are full with tar i wasted far too many hours wacked out at the bar why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself what feels so destined from applyed five and one years ago so im explained this road im on and where i called a home why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself chained down to a city to a lover to a bed this door is swung rite open i'll just set this letter near your head why do i do this (why )why do i do this to myself im self destucting no one can save me you asked me if i loved you i said maybe why would you love me you should learn to hate me im going nowhere fast while you know im feeling guity cause i never seem to call even thuoght im far away this wold seems so small why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself bridget i am broke as hell with money for this beer the letters that i wrote to you you cant see them from here why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself weasel baby everybody living out while i beg for pennies maybe up at four my best freinds far away are the best thing that i got in store why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself driving down the interstate going way to goddamn fast a few more hours well be crashing latter on well luagh why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself (weasel/inteligable) all we've had far days on end is liquour beer and speed dont know what were doing but we think we need to eat why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself (uniteligable) (mic off in studio) were east bound on the highway my freind broke in virginia i bitch puddinged wasnt that bad smoking crack with the RZA why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself im self destruting no one can save me you ask me if i love you i said maybe why would you love me you should learn to hate me im going nowhere fast well im running from my problems to my problems i ignore never mind my absent mind fuck what im running for why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself well we traveled to new london and got laid out on the floor fuck being nice i swear ill not be nice any more Why do i do this (why) why do i do this to myself im self destructing no one can save me you ask me if i love you i say maybe why would you love me you should learn to hate me im going nowhere fast im self destructing no one can save me you ask me if i love you i say maybe why would you love me you sholud learn to hate me im going nowhere fast | ||||
coward | ||||
Well Mullet that's fairly depressing. Why would you go away; I've enjoyed reading all of your posts on here =) | ||||
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why does my heart go on beating why do these eyes of mine cry | ||||
oh shit yea its cause i got all my every thing stole when i got mugged cause i had my left maxilla cracked i cant see so well out that eye or chew real good oh and my right eye has been leaking pus my left ear keeps getting blood in left side ribs kill but no cracks both knees are cut the fuck up and filling with water aslo i cant feel my figer tips proly from eraly frostbite and then i gotta do all the goddamn paperwork of my wallet stole oh and probation knows i got black out and had to get picked up by pd so violation on top paperwork | ||||
MR farmer brad thanks and all that shit but like i told pd when they plucked me out the snow dont bother to waste it next time i cant pay you back kindly a fuckin reprobate | ||||
I haven't been exactly where you are, though I have experienced some dank places in my own life. | ||||
no sword use your fist no fists stand and kick cant stand use your teeth thank you again friendo my place is dark and full of terror i was real low my tool box ran out of useful tools i spent a full 2 hours on awful deeds new hand tag was gunna do my arm again but was roped already (didnt seem necessary) this post is making me think to long about it all i apologize for being the coward i am again thanks but stop pps rock bottom is the place they speak in raspberrys, its ficton | ||||
hear that lonsome whippoorwil he sounds too blue to fly the midnight train is whining low im so lonesome i could cry ive never seen a night so long when time goes crawing by the moon just behind the clouds to hide its face and cry did you ever see a robin wheep when leaves began to die that mean he lost the will to live im so lonesome i could cry the silence of a falling star lights up a purple sky and as i wonder where you are im so lonesome i could cry | ||||
well it was all i could do to keep from crying sometimes it seems so useless to remain but you dont have to call me darlin, darlin you never even call me by my name you dont have to call me waylon jennings and you dont have to call me charlie pride and you dont have to call me merle haggard anymore even though your on my fighting side and ill hang around as long as you will let me and i never minded standing in the rain but you dont have to call me darlin , darlin you never even call me by my name well ive heard my my name a few time in your phonebook and ive seen it on signs where im playing but the only time i know ill hear david allen coe is when jesus has his final judgement day so ill hang around as long as you will let me and i never minded standing in the rain but you dont have to call me darlin , darlin you never even called me by my name well a freind of mine named steve goodmen wrote that song and he told me it was the perfect country and western song i wrote him back a letter and told it was not the perfact country and western song because he had'nt said anything at all about momma or, trains or, trucks, or prison, or gettin drunk well he sat down and wrote another verse to this song and sent it to me and after reading it i realizied my freind had writen thee perfect country and western song and i felt obliged to incclud it on this album the last verse goes like this here well i was drunk the day my mom got outta prison and i went to pick her up in the rain but before i could get to the station in the pickup truck she got run over a danmed old train and ill hang around as long as you will let me and i never minded standing in the rain oh you dont have to call me darlin , darlin you never even call me i wonder why you dont call me you never call me by my name | ||||
he looked down into her brown eyes and said say a prayer for me she threw her arms around him, whispered god will keep us free they could hear the riders coming he said this is my last fight if they take me back to texas they wont take me back alive there where seven spanish angels at the alter of the sun they where praying for the lovers in the valley of the gun when the battle stopped and the smoke cleared there was thunder from the throne and seven spanish angels took another angel home she reached down and picked the gun up that laid smoking in his hand she said father please forgive me i cant make it without my man and she knew the gun was empty and she knew she couldnt win but her final prayer was answered when the rifles fired again there where seven spanish angels at the alter of the sun they where praying for the lovers in the valley of the gun when the battle stopped and the smoke cleared there was thunder from the throne and seven spanish angels took another angel home but her final prayer was answered when the rifles fired again there where seven spanish angels at the alter of the sun they where praying for the lovers in the valley of the gun when the battle stopped and the smoke cleared there was thunder from the throne and seven spanish angels took another angel home there where seven spanish angels at the alter of the sun they wehre praying for the lovers in the valley of the gun when the battle stopped and the smoke cleared there was thunder from the throne and seven spanish angels took another angel home | ||||
Do you actually produce this? | ||||
? i listen to music and transcribe sometimes i get lazy and google hence white lines but google lyrics are so often wrong/not quite right | ||||
its so good for no thought time | ||||
i like old us country and southern/classic rock rap/hip hop from 89- 2005 and other 08-13 stuff cause high school lotta 00s metal/punk most of the new shit is techno/dance or whatever tf you want to call it anymore still love gigi georgi daft and all that other french/greman one hit shit but its hard to transcribe techno | ||||
hello im johnny cash i hear the train a comin its rollin round the bend and i aint seen the sunshine since i dont know when im stuck in fulsom prison and time keeps draggin on but that train keeps a rollin on down to san anton when i was just a baby my momma told me son alway be a good boy dont ever play with gun but i shot a man in reno just to watch him die when i hear that whistle blowin i hang my head and cry i bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dinning car they're probly drinking coffee and smoking big cigars well i know i had it coming i know i cant be free but those people keep a movin an thats what tourtures me well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine id bet id move it on a little further down the line far from fulsom prison thats where i want to stay and id let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away | ||||
That's some good stuff right there =) | ||||
my pappy said son your gunna drive me to drinkin if dont stop driven that hotrod lincoln have you heard the story of the hotrod race where fords and the lincolns where set into pace that stories true im here to say i was drivin that model-a its got a lincoln moter and it really supped-up that model-a body makes it look like a pup its got eight cylinders and uses em all its got overdrive just wont stall with a four barrel carb and a duel exhaust with 4 - 11 gears you can really get lost got saftey tubes but i aint scared brakes are good tires fair pulled out of san pedro late one night moon and the stars was shining bright we was driving grapevine hill passing cars like they was standing still all of a sudden in the wink of an eye cadillac sedan passed us by i said boys thats a mark for me by then tail light was all you could see now the fellas ribbed me for being behind so i thougth id make the lincoln unwind took my foot of the gas and man alive i shoved it on down into overdrive wound it up to a hunderd an ten my speedomiter said i hit top end my foot was glued like lead to the floor thats all there is and there aint nomore now the boys all thought id lost my sense telephone poles looked like a picket fence they said slow down i see spots the lines on the road just look like dots took a corner side swiped a truck crossed my fingers just for luck my fenders was clickin the guard rail post guy beside me was white as a ghost smoke was coming from outta the back when i started to gain on that cadillac knew i could catch em thought i could pass dontcha know by then we'd e low on gas we had flame comin from outta the side could feel the tension man what a ride i said look out boys i got license to fly an that caddy pulled over and let us by now all of sudden she starts to knockin down in a dip she started to rockin i looked in the mirror red light was blinkin the cops was after my hotrod lincoln they arrested me and they put me in jail an they called my pappy through my bail and he said son ypur gunna drive me to drinkin if you dont stop driven that hot rod lincoln | ||||
so i just read my own full thread. and i want to say ive done so much deplorable shit in my life that i am unashamed of. ive done bad but idgaf that was life as it was given. ive stolen wholesale of others personal property with no remorse. ive blugend for exstortion in a way. ive lived as a squater on private land while collecting government benifits (thats fraud btw). all of this i would do again because as far as i can seem this is the type of living my country requires to live its dream live quick scams run them fast get away with it and never look back | ||||
movin to the country gunna eat a lotta peaches im movin to the country im gunna eat me a lotta peaches im movin to the country gunna eat a lotta peaches im movin to the country gunna eat a lotta peaches peaches come from a can they were put there by a man in a factory downtown and if i had my little way id eat peaches everyday sun soaked and bulged in the shade movin to the country im gunna eat allota peaches movin to the country im gunna eat allota peaches movin to the country gunna eat allota peaches movin to the country gunna eat allota peaches i took a little nap were the roots all twist squished a rootten peach in my fist and dreamed about you woman i poked my finger down insde make a little room for an ant to hide natures candy in my hand or can or pie millions of peaches peaches for me millions of peaches peaches for free millions of peaches peaches for me millions of peaches peaches for free look out millions of peaches peaches for me millions of peaches peaches for free millions of peaches peaches for me millions of peaches peaches for free look out | ||||
watch heartworn highways itll gett you good | ||||
greatest movies of all of time 1. jaws 2. robocop 3. back to the future 4. patlabor 2 5. the godfather 6. dune 1984 7. once upon a time in the west now it gets skwify 8. the lotr all 12 hrs 9. the truman show 10. trading places honerable mentions die hard. the best christmas movie predator 2. the best sequel next to aliens or godfather2 gremlins. another amazing christmas movie the host 2007. a rival to godzilla? battle royale. we were all teenagers once bless it got put to film the boondock saints. whatever call me basic its great red dawn. god bless america and slava ukraine brewsters millions. best richard pryor film castaway. catch me if you can. what dreams may come. and any planet of the apes or godzilla movie | ||||
and also and again they live and the thing because if you leave john carpenter out its like not talking about kubrick but 2001 was ok and platoon was better then full metal jacket its full of stars | ||||
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