ANDROGYNINE said:

You obviously really enjoy this kind of stuff and then some. Ok.

so now you have seen your new surprise...
let me test you in front of prying eyes
stand before a room of peers
and tell them what you think my dear.


pic a flick
and reveal to them...

the opening tone, the beats, closing tone and why your chose the film.

if you can get past your stage fright
a visit from a friend you just might
recieve.

p.s. skipper would be chipper if i let you free for just one day... i will think about it.


ANDROGYNINE Continues...
[Edited 4/27/10 8:12am]

Hark, Who goes there!!!!



ANDOGYNINE Continues...

C'mon ya'll...up the Game!!!

Through careful negotiation with ANDROGYNINE and The DownLoad Society




-Madison
within this loveletter




ANDROGYNINE Continues....

special thanks to our liaison, Katie.

So HRH Gregory Alive & DreamFirstBorn, Jew together again. Don't say I was cruel and inhumane.
Studio C is now known as The Playroom. i have taken from their memory everything they know about their
Music making history. Do they still got what it takes. Let's see how these kids play under these circumstances. As The DownLoad Society says ... prepare for the download.
[Edited 5/1/10 10:06am]

help me!

I will let you free to roam the park
the only rule be back before dark.

ANDROGYNINE Continues....

So DreamFirstBorn while you were free tell me what did you see.
I want an essay with pictures and video.

ANDROGYNINE Continues...

children running around saying FEED THE BEAST. There were dragons and giant skeletons and at one point the tree of life was being carted on a trailor lying on its back covered with a big black blanket. It scared me because I thought that I walked in on a ritual of some sort. Then I met this girl and she explained to me that it was a mat day celebration. She then took me around to me what it was about. I saw a man on a unicorn. Then she tooj me back to her picnic area and I had 3 hamburgers. Then we went by the lake and there were these dragons swimming across it and wgen they got to the shore thet broughg the tree of life and it was resurected by this gaint sun god. All the people were cheering and chanting. It was cloudy and right as the sun god was risrn straight up the. Clouds parted and a beam of sun lighr came down on the people. It. Was overwhelming at that point. I was in awe. I could feel the energy inside of me. Did I witness something super natural? I miss new york.
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poetcorner61 said:

And you MFs thought I was play when I mention stanic rituals. I am glad she found u DreamFirstBorn, Jew. I look forward to the pics. By the way prepare for the sexual experience.

ANDROGYNINE Continues....

i have more but i am working on that project!!!!

what do u mean sexual experience?????

he has got sleepy dream disease.

we witnessed it last night. it was quite beautiful yet very strange!!!


HRH Gregory Alive
within this loveletter


reansiecnirp


shhhhh...
[Edited 5/11/10 14:04pm]

ANDROGYNINE!!!!

WAKE UP.

here is that essay you asked me to write last night!




“That Day”

Ah yes it was the first real day of spring. The sun was shining bright, and its warm piercing rays were bursting through the thin veil curtains above my bed, right down on to my face and I was not going sleep any longer, even if I wanted to. The city was wide awake and so was I. As I laid there for a few minutes listening to the birds singing right outside the window and when I reach up to open it, a burst of fresh air entered the room and it felt good. It was then I knew that this day was going be one of those days I would long remember. It was 8:15 in the morning and the city had a vibe. The street below was bursting with an energy I don’t think I had ever noticed before and for the first time in a long time I was not going let the day pass me by. There was something out there waiting for me, something calling out to me, “COME I need you to know this”. I had to get up, go out and see how the day would unfold for me, just as it did for everyone else in the city. There was something out there that would change my life forever.

After taking a long hot shower I spent about 10 minutes digging through a large pile of cloths on the bathroom floor, to no avail nothing was clean and I realized that I hadn’t done laundry in about 3 weeks and the only thing I could find that didn’t stink or stick to me was a pear of jeans that had holes in all the wrong places, and a t-shirt with a stain on it and I said to myself “that’s never coming out.” I think it might have fell victim to one of those late night “accidents” and I’d figured I would just use this to clean it off and I’ll wash it later, but later hadn’t come soon enough. It didn’t stink as bad as the others though, so it was something suitable to wear, besides, who’d care? The day was too short to worry about what other people might think. I figured I would just wear it inside out. I was hungry now and in need of a cigarette.

I spend another 20 minutes looking around my room for loose change and all I could come up with was 72 cents, most of it in pennies. I was going piss someone off, but I wasn’t going starve. It was enough for one of those Little Debbie’s Zebra cakes and if I was lucky, a lucy. I found my keys under the bed. How they got there I still don’t know. Then I grab my hat and headed out the door.

Wow! I thought… It was a beautiful day and I was lucky, right there on the side of the curb was a whole Newport just lying there waiting for me to pick it up and who was I to disappoint it. I pick it up and stuffed it behind my ear. I was saving it for later, it would be my after breakfast snack. I crossed the street and headed over to the bodega and purchased just as I had planned that creamy breakfast delight. I didn’t tear into it right away instead I waited. I wanted to eat it in the park, were I would hopefully find a newspaper I could glance through while eating and after I would fill up on some water from the drinking fountain. I always believe that is were the city water tasted the best. Straight from the pipes to my lips, that’s all it took to satisfy my hunger, at least for the time being. While taking the last drag on that Newport I looked up at the clock tower over on 24th and Madison and noticed that it was 10 minutes to 10. If I hurried I figured I could get to the library in time to be one of the first to sign up and check my email. So I headed up town.

It wasn’t really that far of a walk, about 10 streets straight up Madison. By the time I got there was a large crowd waiting by the door and the guard was standing there looking at his watch. Everyone stood there just waiting. There was no way this guy was going let anyone in not until it was 10 o’clock sharp. We stood there silent and still. Waiting. And waiting. Growing impatient I worked my way through the crowd closer to the door. I did not want to have to wait an extra hour just because I was the one person after the last reservation was filled for the first hour.

It was 10 o’clock and he unlocked the door and the swarm of people rushed in. by the time I got to the kiosk I was the fifteenth person in line. I was last person to receive a reservation for the first hour. I signed in and went to my computer. I went straight for my email. Hmmm, lets see. Junk mail, Junk mail, and more junk mail. Hmmm what’s this, I wondered. Paul.

It was a message from my brother. I opened it up and it read, “Eric we can’t reach you by phone call me at dads house as soon as you get this.” I though why is he at dad’s house? I got up from the computer and went over to the pay phones and called my dads number collect. I hated calling dad collect. It was a sure fire way of letting him know I had no money and the last thing I wanted him to think was I needed something from him. As the phone rang the operator picked up and asked me what my name was. I told her and she said please hold while I try to connect and as the phone rang on the other side, Paul answered. The operator said, “ I have a collect call from Eric will you except?” There was a pause and he replied, “Yes operator”. The operator said thank you and told me that I was connected. “Hey Paul” I said. He didn’t say anything for a second and I asked him “can you hear me?” he the spoke, “Hey Eric.” I asked him, “Why are you over at dad’s so early what time is it there like 7 or something?” Paul said. “I need you to sit down” and I felt my breath stop. “What happened, is grandma ok?” he replied, “She is fine,” there was a long pause, then he continued, “are u sitting down?” I told him that I couldn’t because I was at a pay phone. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He waited for a second and then answered, “Dad died this morning.” And everything went black.

I woke up in a violent shake. There was a terrible pain in my chest that felt like someone was twisting the blood out of my heart. The only thing I could compare it to, was the way my grandmother would ring out all the water of her old mop after soaking it in a pale of water. I lay there in bed thinking about the dream I just had. It seemed so real but it wasn’t. It scared me. I didn’t want to move I just wanted to be still for a moment as the pain continued to hold onto me. It was still dark outside. I could hear the garbage truck outside my window pulling up to the curb. I could see in my mind the man jumping down off of the giant green beast and grabbing a trash can, tossing its contents into the mouth of the hungry monster. I still lay there not moving. Just listening. Listening to the rhythm of my heartbeat. It was beginning to slow down. The pain was beginning to ease up and I felt it was ok to get up. So I did.

I went to the window and looked outside at the city streets below me. It was cold and rainy. The weather has been like this for 10 days straight and I was wondering how much longer are we going have to put up with winter. She is cold, brutal, mean and unforgiving. I glanced over at the clock. Four-thirty seven. I didn’t want to go back to sleep so I went into the kitchen and prepared a pot of coffee. I turned on the television to see if there was anything of interest on the news. After five minutes I realized nothing. Soon the aroma of coffee had engulfed the apartment. I was wide awake now and thirsty for it, but I wasn’t quite ready. I was hungry and I wanted to eat a bagel with it, but there wasn’t any in the kitchen. Lucky for me I lived just above a corner deli. Where did I put my keys I thought out loud and just then I remembered, they were still in my the pockets of my jeans. I went back into the room and fished them out. From there in went into my closet and went through the shirts hanging in order by their color. I loved the smell of freshly clean cloths. I pulled off the rack my favorite with tuxedo shirt and put it on. No need for the cufflinks after all I was just going down stairs to get a bagel and a newspaper. I put on my shoes and headed for the door. As I walked down the two flights of stairs it dawned on me, today was the day I would find out the test results.

Dr. Lehman had given me a complete medical exam a week ago. The pain in my chest had been reoccurring now for about 3 weeks. He was a bit concerned because I was a heavy smoker. He would always say to me “Stop smoking, it is going to kill you.” I told him I would someday. Just not today I thought as I set fire to the Pall Mall hanging from my lips. That first drag is always the best. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I pulled out my wallet to see if I had to go to the ATM for some cash. I had Eighty-five dollars and a lottery ticket. As I got outside I could see across the street into the park. It was desolate, not even the bums were out. The rain had gotten heaver and now the streets were beginning to flood.

“Hey Paul, how’s going?” I asked the cashier as I walked into the store. Without stopping I headed to the newspaper rack and grabbed the Daily News. I turned around and went back to the cashier. “Can I get an everything bagel, with cream cheese?” I asked him.

He didn’t say anything. He just went to the bin and pulled out a bagel and tossed it in to the oven. He didn’t look as if he was present. He was going through the motions but he wasn’t here. He came back to the counter and for the first time looked me in the eyes. They were full and heavy, fighting back tears. He asked me if I needed anything else. His voice was broken and there was much sorrow in his tone.

“Hey man, is everything alright?” I asked him.

He looked at me in silence.

“What is wrong Paul?” I asked him again.

His eyes moved around the room searching, letting go of the tears. All I could do was just stand there and feel his pain with him. It hurt. It hurt deeply. Without knowing why, I stood there crying as well.

Finally he whispered, “My father just passed away.” Everything went black.




DreamFirstBorn, Jew

p.s. i want some drums.

My ANDROGYNINE!

U ottor stop inn my friend. Number 3




ANDROGYNINE Contnues.....
[Edited 5/14/10 7:44am]

ANDROGYNINE Continues....

Like the music. U should have tha drum hit harder and louder.

Yack yack talking about distasteful. When u look at me get past what you believe I dare you to step outside
And look with different eyes otherwise be surprised. The one I hold may be not of him will but think about this...persistance and dedication will get you somewhere. Bridges falll apart, structures crumble like cards. But noone can destroy more than someone with nothing to loose. Show me a boy who stays in school and ill show you a boy aware.

ANDROGYNINE Continues.....

A study of mans will. If I am master of my will, then who shall deny the heir.

If the heir, my firstborn, is a dream.
Who will give birth?

ANDROGYNINE continues....

wanjira said:

Now that I have your attention befor I give him over to can you promise
To do right by him?

Otherwise

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