OK, so I’ve been writing this blog for a lil over a year. I share with you my dear readers random videos I find, some art, some rants, some raves and the occasional rap song or two. I don’t want anyhting in return. I look at my google analytics I know heads are reading, I see ya’ll in the street and people say “aye dog, I see you on them blogs1“. I appreciate all that. But, now I’m going to ask yall for something.
1. If we all put our brains together in a six degrees of separation kind of way, someone has to be able to get me in touch with some lab coat type dudes working on a time travel machine. I’M DOWN FOR EXPERIMENTS!!!! Especially if said experiments can get me to the year 1983 at this faux Soul Train club in Detroit. The outfits are on point, the dancing is disco influenced without being showoffy and the whole jam is just ultra cool. Now, if we can get me in touch with some kind of scientist that can get me back in time, I promise I wont try and assassinate anyone or invent the computer first or any other timeline altering dumb shit. I’m gonna get a nice normal job, go to these parties on the weekends and rock all night. You know, dance with you into the sunlight. Maybe might use a couple Biggie lines in the club, but I don’t think that’s really going to have that much effect. The only problem is that if I chill at this club, cruel fate would dictate that I’m prolly gonna end up talking to some distant relaltive chick by accident and that’s gonna fuck the whole game up on a not quite as severe time travel Oedipus type thing. What happens if that super cute Cosby kid lookin chick at 4:35 turns out to be my 2nd cousin once removed or something? What then? I don’t want to go down like my man Jerry Lee Lewis or Marty McFly.
2. If the time travel scenario is going to be hard to pull off because of science, and is wrought with the possibility of timeline altering incest then how about ya’ll help me find this party now. I know somewhere this party is going down tonight/this weekend/every weekend. Collectively, we have to know someone who can get me in this joint like when the 90210 kids went to the rave and had to get directions by bringing an egg to that dude at the 7-11. I got eggs, just tell me what bodega to bring em to! I wanna be down. I want to talk to my man at 1:14 and ask him “Yo, whats it like to be a black vampire? Like going from slavery times when you became a vampire (judging by your pirate on a riverboat cruise attire) to now, that must be a mindfuck? Beyond the vampire thing, like being a black goth has got to be weird enough. How do you find that scene?”
Kids, Let’s make this happen. Please.
If you wan to get your personal party jumpin like this one, put on Model 500′s No U.F.O’s and wild out.
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1This has never happen.
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coreena added these pithy words on Oct 29 09 at 10:03 amthese post tags are by far the best ones. the fact that 90210, black goths and biggie are in the same post blows my mind.
