The words of Obama, the rap of Jay-Z, the scripts of the Tinseltown craftspeople are all designed to appeal to the emotions. That’s what they do best. If there is a Nietzschean dialectic between Apollo (the ordered) and Dionysus (emotion), art in the modern age generally appeals to the Dionysian. Order is cast aside for passion. Visit a hip-hop concert, and witness the Dionysian ecstasy of the crowd. Apollonian reason is nowhere to be found.

from: http://frontpagemag.com/2013/ben-shapiro/jay-z-my-presence-is-charity/

She instagram me I is like WHO YU INSTAGRAM BITCH ? and she all: fer reelz you is enough linguistic syntax lol that why I dont even TEXT you.

then I wuz like: damn you skank-ass ho - y'all gots a opinion about ma predicate/object agreement? Where the hell you AT? An she gettin all up in my face so my boys is like "Chill out girl cuz you messin wit the wrong grammar-based learning facilitator cause we WEST COAST all the way, gnome sain?"
But dat bitch wuz like: grammar monitor aint even necessary in a communicative context. Structural focus is superceded by content-rich communication, nah na na na nah...

I wuz like F--- that shizz. My structural analyses of your input-plus-one don't even equal you mama's ugly lexical phraseology.  
Get you nasty semantic sensibilities outta here cuz you is not even WORTH hatin.

In other words: that bitch got SERVED. MAD served fer reelz...
So don't be playin' wit my communicative lexicon, yo.

OK Song Lyrics. I've laid it out clearly before you.

It's either we move, as one, to the next collective cognitive level or else we keep on scrawling semi-coherent adolescent effusions of dubious poetic worth.
The ball is in your court. I have served you. Hit the thing or wilt like a piece of lettuce in the sun and go back to telling me about your new boyfriend and why you are so distraught over the lack of love in your life...

I DARE y'all to comment on my PUBLISHED REPERTOIRE -

suckaz...

 

Y'all still aint nuthin but playa-hatin anti-Elizabethan playa-haterz...

I TOLD you John Dowland wuz droppin' lyrics like a halberd-weilding stalwart in the Pope's Swiss guard.

Damn. Y'all aint even listening.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkRrzAo9Wl4&list=RD02x1RS1i5wy2Q

John Dowland kicks all y'alls butts and U know it !!!

John Dowland gots the dopest beats on gangsta streetz cause he gots ta represent the white rose of our beloved Albion, our virgin Protestant Gloriana.

So BOW DOWN, suckas cause y'all only listen to lame-ass wack baby music....

Why am I trying to be so tolerant and diplomatic with all of you? What is so special about you that I have to excercise prudence and restraint. Why don't I just go for your jugular through sarcasm...if you can even discern sarcasm.

Ahhh - but we must treat others as we wish to be treated. Isn't that the golden rule? [or is it Fool's Gold?]

So for now, I am choosing to accentuate your positive attributes. Enjoy. You don't want to know how I REALLY think.

bearded and furious, quoting some prophet

they rage in the streets of the failed nation-states

exporting disfunction, subversion and violence

their hordes are increasing - they're now at your gates...

(beginning of an epic poem by   Nomad Monad)

this is SO freaking brilliant:

To reach the suqs and madrassas of Cyberistan, and with them you, Dear Reader, the Review comes by caravan from Bactra. The caravans take off at right angles to the Silk Road, crossing the mountain wastes and deserts of the Real World (so-called), by yak, by camel, by foot: and sometimes a part of the manuscript gets left behind in a nameless caravanserai at the edge of the Tarim: and sometimes it comes down from the roof of the world illegible: and sometimes the caravan master decides to make war, or a pilgrimage, or a city: and sometimes more white matter is added to the salt flats, or the snows, or the sands, and it never arrives at all. Patience.

from: Cosma

http://vserver1.cscs.lsa.umich.edu/~crshalizi/notebooks/

...to remind everyone that apart from the sovereign predestinating grace of our glorious Lord and Savior Iessos Maschiach the first-begotten Son of God and the second Adam who lives forevermore and who holds the the keys of Hell and Death, the Yes and the Amen, the Wisdom of God and the Second person of the Holy Trinity, the King of Kings and the Son of Man, the ONLY name given among men by which we MUST be saved, the crucified and risen Savior of all men (but especially them that believe)

ummm - wait, where was I ?

Oh, right -

apart from the unfathomable mercies of the Dayspring from on high who is the Judge of all mortals and unto whom every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess; apart from the finished atoning work of Yeshua Christos on the cross at Golgotha outside Jerusalem 2,ooo years ago; apart from the divine promise of the restoration of all things in the world to come; apart from the irresistible grace of God made manifest in the poured-out blood of Christ to which angels and demons alike bear witness; apart from that -

you can do absolutely nothing and will die in vain. 

just sayin'...