If anybody besides Alan G Humphrey is reading these, holler in the comments, heh. At any rate, I keep bustin’.
Content Warnings: Mass Suicide Mention, Cult Mention, Fandom Culture Egregion, Soldiers, Use of Guns, Implied Gun Threats, Mild Violence, Reckless Flying, Gun Shot Wounds, a Dead Body, Evidence of Sexual Assault, Unpleasant Depiction of an Unhoused Person and Drug Addicts, Mortal Despair.
Occasionally over the years I would remember this song that played on the local radio when I was ten – Seward Park, by Sir Mixalot compatriot Maharaji, who was name-dropped in My Hooptie and Posse on Broadway. The most recent time I remembered this, I went on a little tear through the internet for it, to no avail. Seward Park is not on yewchoob, or sheisty downloading places.
But I did find the website of another Seattle rapper, Kid Sensation, and sent an inquiry about Maharaji, because these guys all knew each other. Mr. Sensation’s publicist(?) got back to me, with a screen cap of a conversation with a Seattle DJ named Nasty Nes, who I realized I’d seen before in the video for Posse on Broadway, as well as a poster in Saap Fusion where I used to get my ube smoothie supply. Used to! Why don’t you have the ube smoothie anymore Saap? wtf.
Anyway, Nasty said something like, that song was produced by Mix and never released, not even as a single, and even tho he has a tape, he can’t do anything about releasing it, outside of radio broadcasts. His radio show is long gone, however, my boyfriend Mr. The Beast from Seattle is an internet wizard and found Nasty Nes radio shows, so you can hear Seward Park! It’s just a lil tricky. Go to https://www.rapattacklives.com/rapatt%20nightbeat/rapattshows/ and scroll down to January 8 2017. See if you can figure out how to play it because it ain’t working for me on the site, my dude had to do some hack-the-planet junk to get a mp3 of it. But yeah, it’s about 20 minutes and 5 seconds into this thing. I FUCKED UP! Read the audio program backwards. Call it 1 hour 40 minutes 56 seconds in.
The song isn’t exactly like I remember it. The music is about the same, I didn’t remember how much of it was spent lusting after this Seward Park “freak.” But the main thing I misremembered is that his voice isn’t quite as Humpty Hump as it was in my imagination.
And what about the man himself, Maharaji, aka Terence Matthews? In May of this year he had brain surgery, but he seems to be doing fine now. He’s on facebook and has some kind of affiliation with a food truck called Lumpia King, and a barbecue sauce business called We Be Smok’n LLC, but I don’t have facebook so the deets are a bit unclear to me. With that, I return to my regularly scheduled eternal sighing.
u___u
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a song about memory, kinda
Had an idea for something to make but don’t have the time or inclination at the moment. Remember An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge? Tryin’ not to spoil the ending if you’re not familiar, but it’s become a trope you can see in modern movies still, such as Twilight: Breaking Dawn and The Green Knight. Uh, sorry I spoiled those if you were familiar with Owl Creek but hadn’t seen them yet. Whatever.
Basically, gay porn version. Guy is about to be executed on a bridge and says, “wait, grant me a dying wish.” Like, he always wanted to suck a dick but he never got around to it, so he offers to suck off every dude on the bridge, says he’d be ok with getting shot if he could do that first. And then Owl Creek twist.
Wait. That doesn’t work because both versions of events end with the guy dead. Back to the drawing board. Or you can have it. You’re welcome?
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I’ll keep doing these once every other day, as long as interest persists. Sorry to the uninterested!
Content Warnings: Threats, Violence, Use of Guns, Gun Shot Wounds, Vicious Animal Attack, Murder Threats, Murder, Deadly Police Violence, Chemical Abuse, Ableism, Menacing Vibes, Mortal Despair, Unpleasant Depiction of an Unhoused Person and Drug Addicts, Slut-Shaming Language, Racism Against a Filipino Including a Slur.
If I’m done with the edgiest part of the story, what’s next?
On the bus to Seattle along I-5, I saw a large raptor-style nest atop a relatively short cellphone tower. Next to that, whether it was the nest’s builder or not, I beheld the majestical symbol of Jesus’s United States, the bald-ass eagle.
As far as I recall from nature specials and a bit of observation, big hawks and eagles like to build huge nests on tops of trees, especially when they are blunted off or expansive enough to support such a structure. Cell towers have a broad flat top and are often quite tall, so they appeal to that instinct. I once saw nesting ospreys in the tower across from the walmart where I used to work.
My hope is that this doesn’t mess up the birds too much, and that, understanding this reality, cell companies would build the towers to deal with birdy presence – safe places for urine and feces to fall, engineering to reduce fire risk from giant amateur weaving projects next to the high voltage, etc. If I had to guess what actually happens, it’s probably nest destruction where legally allowed.
Good luck to the beasts, as ever.
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Coming down to one of these posts per two days, contingent on at least one person commenting on it or asking for another installment on an unrelated post. Can you dig it?
Content Warnings: Classism, Threats, Violence, Use of Guns, Use of Knives, Vicious Animal Attack, Murder Plans, Unethical Extreme Sadism, Animal Abuse, Bestiality Mention, Organized Crime, Chemical Abuse, Ableism Including the R-slur, Menacing Vibes, Mortal Despair, Life-Endangering Allergies, Slut-Shaming, Unpleasant Depiction of an Unhoused Person and Drug Addicts, Loss of Physical Autonomy.
This is it! Peak edginess, and if you can deal with that, a bit that comes close to the peak of comedy in my creepy yarn.
I’d like to again thank my readership of one for keeping this bologna rollin’. Apologies to everyone else, heh.
Content Warnings: Classism, Strong Sexual Content, Dubious Prostitution, Threat of Rape, Slut-Shaming, Wealth Inequality, Chemical Abuse, Ableism, Menacing Vibes, Violence, Unpleasant Depiction of an Unhoused Person and Drug Addicts, a Disabled Child in Danger – In Great Distress, Loss of Physical Autonomy.
This one is as bad as the sexual content gets, so take heart, if that’s a bad one for you. Of course, there are other ways for things to be horrible.
Scheherezade I, for the benefit of the sheikh I continue the tale of Centennial Hills. My sheikh won’t kill me if I fail to produce the storytelling goods, but I will feel a twinge of failure myself, so I proceed…
Content Warnings: Classism, Dubious Prostitution, Wealth Inequality, Chemical Abuse, Ableism, Menacing Vibes, Violence, Unpleasant Depiction of an Unhoused Person and Drug Addicts, Feral American Conservative Behavior, Police Cars, a Disabled Child in Danger.
The edginess is ramping up again. Beware!
the party of terror in the usa, who motivates their own voters by playing to their fears, who demotivates their foes with eliminationist nazi rhetoric, the party that has openly said they will kill all people of this and that demographic, well,
somebody took a shot at their own special terror boy that they want us to fear and to want dead. who could have seen that coming?
but u know, when somebody who once held the high holy untouchable title of POTUS almost gets a wittle owie, we’re all supposed to forget our differences and rally around the flag and solemnly vote republican.
cool, cool. yeah, let’s all do that. that’ll be great. that’ll usher in a thousand years of peace and pave the way for jeezy’s return.
sigh.
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incidentally, this is far from the end of the trail for democracy. bring political doomerism in my comments and get banned. but if u want an ftb place to talk about this without resorting to that, go right ahead.
Still have my audience of one, and it is only one, because the rest of you figured out the Centennial Hills title means reading a bunch of stuff you’re not interested in at the moment. Fair, but I got one guy to entertain here! Not stopping. Also, without the context of the lead-up, you may still find something to amuse in the fucked-up hijinks of this entry.
Content Warnings: Vomit, Classism, Organized Crime, Gambling, Alcohol and Chemical Abuse, Ableism, Menacing Vibes, Violence, Unkind Depiction of a Furry Pervert, Unpleasant Depiction of an Unhoused Person and Drug Addicts, Feral American Conservative Behavior, Queerphobia, a Disabled Child in Danger, Reckless Driving, a Car Crash. The voice of the Universe does some fatphobia and body shaming, but it’s supposed to be, in that moment, close-third-person on the PoV of Nate, who is an asshole. On at least two counts, one might reasonably consider the text Ageist. I might alter those bits in a future edition.
Act Two proceeds with edgy edges.