Atra Ludio's Random Ramblings.
 

Hm... I'm always generally one who sits back and watches as a perfectly good oppurunity passes oneself by...

...anyway... I'm just glad there is a place for folks to get that freeposting urge out of their system without hurting other people and looking like a... what's the term for inane freeposting? Oh yeah, condapendofeldro. I don't want to be a condapendofeldro.

Tupac4ever220: WTF
AtraNecromancer: What?
Tupac4ever220: U TALKING BOUT
AtraNecromancer: I'm talking about whatever crosses my sleep deprived mind. What are YOU talking about?
Tupac4ever220: U TALKIN BOUT JERKIN OFF BEING BETTA THEN PUSSY
AtraNecromancer: Yes. It is. So?
Tupac4ever220: U BEEN FUCKIN THE WRONG GURLS MAN
Tupac4ever220: IT AINT 2 ME
AtraNecromancer: Gee, I'm sorry your mom doesn't satisfy me.
Tupac4ever220: WAT
AtraNecromancer: HUH?
AtraNecromancer: Is that your George W. impression?
Tupac4ever220: MAN JOKES R 80S MAN
Tupac4ever220: PLUS MY MOM DEAD
AtraNecromancer: No wonder.
Tupac4ever220: I NORMALLY WOULD FUCK SOME 1 UP
AtraNecromancer: I never felt such a... cold shoulder...
Tupac4ever220: BUT ILL LET IT GO
Tupac4ever220: PUSSY
AtraNecromancer: Let it go like your sex drive.
Tupac4ever220: U CORNY MAN
AtraNecromancer: Corny from stem to ear.
Tupac4ever220: U LIKE 12 MAN GROW UP
AtraNecromancer: Grow up and in and pumping your mother.
Tupac4ever220: U CANT GET ME MAD NIGGA BUT AOL COULD WHEN I REPORT UR DUM ASS
AtraNecromancer: In that case, I apologize and grovel at your feet. Please oh please forgive me.

By the way... I never got reported... and jerking off is still better than sex.

Boycrazy1B: ASL
AtraNecromancer: 17/M/OR
Boycrazy1B: WUZ UP
AtraNecromancer: The dark clouds of the black night are up.
Boycrazy1B: OH I SEE
AtraNecromancer: I don't. I'm blind.
Boycrazy1B: OH SORRY TO HEAR THAT
AtraNecromancer: I'm not physicly blind. But my mind's eye is. All of ours is.
AtraNecromancer: Enlightenment can be reached by the cleansing of our spirits. Are you willing to purify your soul of all discrepency?
Boycrazy1B: YEAH
AtraNecromancer: The secret is hedonism. Hedonism is the doing of things for your own self pleasure. Do you enjoy pleasing yourself?
Boycrazy1B: YES BUT I AM CATHOLIC SORRY
AtraNecromancer: Has God forbidden you from the pleasures of eating ice cream or watching television?
Boycrazy1B: NO
AtraNecromancer: There are things God does not forbid. And those things that you find pleasure in, those are what you do. In doing so, you can purify your soul.
Boycrazy1B: ASL
AtraNecromancer: 17/M/OR
Boycrazy1B: ALRIGHT
AtraNecromancer: There is so much in the world for a person to enjoy. And by pleasuring yourself, you can attain so much experience. And when you have felt so incredibly good, however you go about pleasuring yourself, then you can reach enlightenment.
Boycrazy1B: OK
AtraNecromancer: Tell me, what gives you pleasure? Food, sex, love?
Boycrazy1B: EVERYTHING
AtraNecromancer: Then the world must be quite the experience for you.
Boycrazy1B: YES
AtraNecromancer: In hedonism, the greatest pleasures are found in the body. So what pleases your body?
AtraNecromancer: Not all bodily pleasure is sexual, if you think that is what I'm getting at.
AtraNecromancer: Some people enjoy the tastes of food. Others, enjoy the feeling of pain. Some prefer sleep.
Boycrazy1B: NO I NO WHAT U MEAN
AtraNecromancer: ¿Qué si hablé el español?

And then she logged off and I never heard from her again. Hm... maybe she's masturbating and eating ice cream at this very moment? I could only imagine.

I made this picture like three times. Each one was a draft quite unlike the last. But it was all the same in that each picture was of a girl crying and playing guitar with the spotlight on her.

I love this picture, I don't know why.

My worst E-Fear is making a post in a forum where it doesn't belong, or responding to a post that was actually another post, or uploading the wrong file, or uploading no file at all.

So far my fears are unfounded. But it certainly reminds me of my agoraphobia that makes going to school everyday a living hell.

You are one interesting person. :hitit:

Kamaria-(Like the Moon) Plays the part of the angry chick who wants to rule the world.

Monifa-(I am Lucky) Kamaria's best friend and lacky, later Kamaria's enemy

Charles Charlemagne (Man) Aka Chuck Magnus, plays the part of the most vocal soldier in Kamaria's army.

Fikri Haidar-(Intelligent Lion) Agent working for the government to stop Kamaria

Basic overview: There is the woman named Kamaria. About twenty odd years of age. Despite the strong suggestions of Monifa to get up and get a life, Kamaria seems to be preoccupied with stuff. Finally she reveals to her friend what she has been up to, plans to take over the world. One of the steps in her plan involves ammassing an army. She does this by recuiting stereotypical angsty teenagers with messed up heads through the internet.

One such kid is Charles Charlemagne. Better known as Chuck Magnus. Chuck gets involved with this and becomes a soldier in Kamaria's army. But he has problems, doubts if you will. And soon Kamaria realizes what is up. The fact is that Kamaria's veiws are skewed with single-mindedness and her plans for world domination hardly take all things into consideration. Luckily, Chuck has a logical mind and soon becomes second in command. A position that was previously held by Monifa. For this, Monifa uses the rescources that the army is slowly aquiring and hires someone to make an attempt on Chuck's life. However, the plan does not work and Chuck escapes free.

The person hired to kill Chuck, rats out Monifa. This brings discord to Kamaria's plans. And unfortunetly, Kamaria is pragmatic, unfortunetly for Monifa that is. Monifa is forced to be let go, the fact is Chuck is bringing something to the table and Monifa has done nothing. Now Monifa doesn't just hate Chuck Magnus, but hates Kamaria as well. So she trys to stop Kamaria's plans to take over the world.

The fact is, a person no matter how smart and devious, can not amass an army of teenage nerds, outcasts, punks, gang bangers, and riff raff without gathering the attention of the government. However, the government feels it has better things to do then stop some chick from an inner city trying to take over the world. But since they have been feeling that no threat is too small, they send a single agent to work on the Kamaria case. He had been observing what has been going on between Kamaria, Chuck, and Monifa.

Seeing that Monifa is no longer a part of them, and is actually against them, he makes his first move by talking with her. Monifa quickly agrees to work with him to stop Kamaria. And it couldn't have happened any sooner as Kamaria sets her plan in motion. She moves her and her army to Arizona. There they head out to a nuclear silo hidden deep within the desert. One of the nerds uses his invention called a blotto box to disable all the phone systems. With the exception of walky talkys, no one in the facility can communicate electronicly. Then, they attack. They kill many of the soldeirs there, but anyone who looks important they imprison within makeshift cells. Once Kamaria has a feel for the facility and all things under control, the blotto box is turned off and another nerd gains access to the global sattilite system.

From there, Kamaria broadcasts her face for the entire world to see. She makes a simple proposition. Give her control of the country of America, or be nuked. From there she plans on taking over Canada, and then Europe and then Asia. She has a different plan of tactics for the middle east and subsequent third world countrys.

The story pretty much falls apart at that point. Plus, I have no idea how Kamaria would be able to fund her plans in world domination anyway. The whole point of the story is to have a person be able to legitimately be able to take over the world with a crack scheme from a comic book or movie, and the drama that surrounds it.

I'm tired.

http://www.daveyd.com/

An up to date news source in regards to Hip-Hop.

http://www.behindthename.com/

Etymology and history of various names. While hardly complete, it's the largest library of names I've seen yet.

http://www.allmusic.com/

AGM Guide to Music.

http://www.sacred-texts.com/index.htm

Archive of Sacred Text for various religions.

http://www.fictionpress.net/

A place for artists to have original storys hosted.

http://www.somethingawful.com/

Not entirely sure what Something Awful is supposed to be, but their Awful Links of the Day is often worth checking out.

http://www.rapbattles.com/

Pretty shitty website, don't go there.

http://tailsteak.tk/

This guy, Tailsteak, has a lot of free time on his hands. Seriously.

I'd would've posted more sites but... y'know... that rule against porn and all.

Dvorah's Death

Dvorah walked out the door to her house. Not her house actually, her parents house. Sure, she's twenty odd years old and has no job and lives in the basement of her parents house, but... uh... yeah, there was supposed to be a brightside to that. Sorry.

Anyway... she walks out the door. She stands on the porch. She checks her pockets real quick and pulls out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, while she does that she adjusts her overalls. There a bit to big and sag on her gangly frame. But not too big that they fall off. She lights one up before she heads out. As she walks on the sidewalk she is immediatly encountered by a small child who can't be more then ten years old.

"Salutations." The child said in a high pitched voice drenched in a british accent.

Dvorah took a quick drag and lifted an eyebrow. "Hello."

"You sick filthy wretched whore." The child continued to speak.

"Uh... and your mom too?" Dvorah was perplexed. "I'm perplexed."

"That joke is old. And no one is going to understand it. You are only entertaining yourself."

"Sorry, it's all I could think of at the time."

"Really? Well perhaps you should invest in a backspace button."

Dvorah hummed at the thought, "Perhaps... listen... I do not got time for this, ok? I'll go now. Ok? Thank you, good bye."

And with that the thickly british accented child of undetermined gender vanished as quickly as it appeared. Dvorah took another breath of smoked air and continued to walk. She really had no idea where to go. She quickly smelled the air and to her it had the smell of snow. She loved it. So cool, so crisp. Unfortunetly it's about all she liked about the weather. It was still cold and she began to shiver. Another quick intake of the cigarette. She breathed out her nose, the smoke tickling the hairs there. She almost had a nasal spasm... she has yet to get used to that sensation of smoke in the nose. But you can't really get used to something unless you do it a lot, right? Right.

By now she reached a cross walk. She didn't bother to look both ways, and there was no stop light there. Her eyes focused on the ground before her she completly ignored the stop sign. So when she got halfway through crossing the street she barely had time to notice the guy in the hummer stepping on his breaks and honking his horn as he nearly crashes into her. Startled, she jumps. The cigarette, she drops. Her head, she nearly lands on.

The man gets out of his vehicle and attends to Dvorah to see if she is hurt or not. "You all right there, girl? Damn, you were really out of it."

She pushes him aside. She's flat on her back, so she curls her legs to her chest and her hands pressed above her head, the she springs back on to her feet. "Ahhh... I've never felt better. Oh wait... crap... I'm dead."

"Excuse me?" The man said. He sees the half smoked cigarette on the floor and he instinctivley steps on it and squishes it underneath his jackboot.

He looks to Dvorah. "Yeah, see, I'm dead. That was my life."

And with that, she drops dead.

I must say...you entrigue me...but I won't talk to you... the conversation with the catholic girl told me that I would not enjoy it

But none the less

Lionel Richie "Hello"

you're one weird ass funny dude necro.

I think it's everyone else on AOL that is funny.

Some random freestyle chat room in a segment we like to call:

AOHELL
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sarah amor: you kno what.. as much as i complain, if someone wanted to sign me and pay me millions of dollars a year.. fuck that, i would wear a purple space suit and rap about telatubbies.
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RealMenWearMkeUp: FREESTYLING STINKS!!!!!!!!!
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AtraNecromancer: RealMenWearMkeUp... after looking at your pictures... I stereotype you a poser goth, and a fucking sissy since even I wear more make up then you do.
RealMenWearMkeUp: lol
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AtraNecromancer: I've been smelling some weird fucking shit all day long, it is pissing me off.
VocalSwordz: bathe
AtraNecromancer: I did.
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VocalSwordz: ahhh atra the dreamer..a tru trubadour
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SexySasha18f: atra
SexySasha18f: bro
SexySasha18f: you need a life

Y'know it's funny... it really is... but I can honestly say I've been down with Hip-Hop for as long as I can remember.

The Ninja Turtles. That's all there is to it. I mean, their movie soundtracks are loaded with rap music, they dress in trenchcoats like gangsters, and we all know the fascination rap fans have with Ninjas, don't we? Face it, the Ninja Turtles are Hip-Hop, and I've been down with it since as long as I can remember. So I guess in sixth grade when I finally started listening to some decent Too Short, it wasn't an awakening but a resurection of my love towards Hip-Hop.

That and I always thought Snoop Dogg had some nice instrumentals. And I loved Warren G's and Nate Dogg's song Regulators since I first heard it.

I don't know if a lot of you reading this are down with the musical cultures of the white man, but he's got a lot that is oriented to being real. Now in Hip-Hop, in truth you either are or you are not. Keeping it real, is generally the first step towards being are not. I'm talking about pure Hip-Hop, not that representin' gangstah rap scheiße.

I noticed a lot in goths, punks, skaters, etc. you need to be real. Else, you're a poser. I figure, I could easily pass for a goth. My life long suicidal tendancys and facinations with the paranormal and darkside of everything is evidence to that. Of course, gothic music hurts my ears. As for punk music, well hell I am a punk. Granted, punk music also hurts my ears. And I sport an afro, not a mohawk. Real punks listen to Public Enemy. As for skating... well owning and riding a skateboard isn't enough. Y'need to be able to do scheiße with it, is why I don't call myself a skater.

The point is, if you are believed to be fake, you get ostracized. A lot. In fact, in cultures like those, there is often distrust among it's own members either from fear of associating with a possible faker, or being considered fake by others. Now, I have no real interest in those cultures. My culture has been and always will be Hip-Hop.

Now granted, if some B-Rad guy showed up at a open mic freestyle event... there would be some ostracizing going on. But such a person would be ostracized by everyone, not just Hip-Hop Heads.

And I'm no B-Rad. And my lifestyle of Hip-Hop has been with me for as long as I remember. And if The Ninja Turtles are not a strong enough foundation to base that love and trust on, if you honestly believe that, then you just might have to question your own realness of Hip-Hop.
~~~

Also... giving toprocking another meaning...

More from our favorite bastards and bitches that use AOL with me and refuse to log off and throw their computers into the Hudson river, I present another segment of:

AOHELL

Mamacita0504: THATS IT SONBAR UR GETTIN KICKED OFF AOL!!!
Mamacita0504: BRB
AtraNecromancer: "Getting kicked off AOL"... that is a blessing, not a punishment.

Mryan798: dont drink an drive
Mryan798: you might hit a bump and spill ur beer

OnlineHost: Nebula20 has entered the room.
Nebula20: Heres that link to the site with that dating service
Nebula20: The girls there are not looking for comitments. Just a good time
Nebula20: Click here to browse through these Picture Profiles
OnlineHost: Nebula20 has left the room.
AtraNecromancer: Hi Nebula. Bye Nebula. Never come back Nebula.

HandcuffedMonkey: My grandmother had a gracious way of bidding guests farewell... "Get going, you filthy bastards! And don't think I don't know you took a couple of towels!"

Sixx213213: jordan left me for a circus clown

AtraNecromancer: Dumb gentiles.
Cynical Machine: You're a jew, Atra?
AtraNecromancer: Cynical Machine, what on Cybertron would give you that idea?
Cynical Machine: The whining

ILLOGIC 81: if you do all yopur homework clean the cathroom and cook me dinner you might get lucky

ILLOGIC 81: actually im more like "good day madame the air is as fresh and sweet as the fragrance emitting from your elegant boussom"

VocalSwordz: "i rap and im white" thats the ticket tho..guarunteed booty

HiPHoPMiSs84: atra lyrically you're very nice youre descriptive deep and you have a nice rhyme scheme
HiPHoPMiSs84: maybe you just need better production
AtraNecromancer: Lyricly yes, every thing else is shit.
AtraNecromancer: Especially the lyrics, the lyrics are horrible.

ILLOGIC 81: aol is fulla psycho bishes

Your a trip. You remind me of brother who is 17 as well. Well
minus the Hip Hop listening you two would appear to be very
similar in personality. (gathering my clues from only your posts)
Aol people do seem to have the brain capacity of a peanut.
The story of the girl was pretty peculiar. My conversations with
persons on Aol tend to lean towards them wanting to cyber
sex and me reaming them out though.

In other words, all this time I thought I was superior to AOLians, and it just so happens I'm exactly the same.

Assuming that by reaming me out... ugh... ;) Yeah. I got'chya.

Agreed. So Lets Cyber


Jk

AWOL
ATRA'S WASTE OF LIFE

Current Feature: http://hometown.aol.com/xslimshdygu...dpageindex.html

Here is a new segment I would like to call AWOL, which stands for Atra's waste of life. Most likely mine, but it's mostly directed to people on the internet who waste their life with stupid shit.

Today's current feature is given in the link above. I found this link when I was in an AOL chat room trying to find stupid quotes for people to say in order to put up here doing an AOLHELL feature. (Because we all know how fucking unfunny it is.) And I decided to check out people's profiles, and to my utter horror I found this website.

Holy fuck! What the hell is it? Well... I advise you not to go there. But I'll describe it to you. It's what every pop oriented female is imagining in their heads. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I can not stress enough how much I hate it. Or can I?


For starters, I scrolled to the bottom and noticed there was a real player device there. I shudder at the thought. Apparently if I didn't have the god send Winamp playing in the background, my ears would've been subjected to the godforsaken Ashanti. This person who made this site has horrible taste in music. And images as the rest of the site shows.

For starters, that's all it is. Besides the music and a link to her other pages, her first page (Yes, it says links to other pages of hers, PLURAL, but only gives one link), there is nothing but images. Oh yeah. ANd a hit counter. Six thousand four hundred and six. Can you believe that? There have been six thousand four hundred and six people that went to her site... and subsequently burned their eyes out with a hot poker.

How bad is it? Britney Spears. Nelly. Christina Agul.. aqua.. akilla... that fucking slut. Eminem. And 50 Cent.

The entire page is nothing but animated pictures of them. And does it take forever to load? Yes it does. Hm... high bandwith image files en masse.. any fucking genius can tell you that's a horrible idea. But apparently they don't teach common sense 101 in America's public school system. Y'know how long it took to load? I left my computer and made a cup of hot chocolate, then came back, and I still saw a white background since the animated stars had yet to load. Maybe it's because I'm on a 56k modem, but somehow even someone on a T1 connection would've died from starvation if they sat their waiting for all those images to load.

And apparently, she loves me like a fat kid loves cake.

I'm not going to click the link to her first page. I was able to survive her first attempt at me self-inducing a labotomy, I'm not sticking around for round two.

Loose Ideology Outline

Intro: The intro is a very short mini story itself that focus' on Lucy with her friends. It should be lasting one day and she will come home to her mother's dead body, she had comitted suicide. Then it phases out to a distanced narrative about her having to be shipped to her father in South Kalapuya.

Development: A large part of the story is placed here. Lucy hates living with her dad. Her dad is abusive and an alcoholic. (The abuse stems from when she was a child, before her mother and him divorced.) She then meets Neural and the two become friends. Neural meets her dad and her dad doesn't like Neural so he forbids Lucy from seeing him. Plus of course, there is that seven years in age difference. (Lucy is fifteen, Neural is twenty two.) But Neural has no immediate romantic feelings towards her. But she however, has her fantasys.

During this time she learns and studys the subjects that Neural has researched himself. She takes particular interest in lucid dreaming. She tries to learn and he even helps her. Even going so far as to let her sleep at his house for excercises.

Rise: The rise begins after a string of failures (Becomes lucid, but immediatly wakes up due to excitement, etc.) She succeeds for the first time however. But she is awakened by her father and she ends up snapping at him, which eventually leads to her getting kicked out of the house. So she bunks with Neural. From there they pursure their romantic relationship, which for Neural has been rather latent until now. As well as her lucid dreaming excercises to an alarming frequency of success.

Climax: The climax is a chapter all it's own. It's one dream where Lucy decides to delve into her most deepest fantasys. She trys for the first time a time stopping technique. This gives her all the time in the world to do what she wants. In her fantasys she is doing everything from a content eating of her favorite foods, to being with her friends whom she hasn't been with in so long. And even going so far as to explore things with Neural that she would never do in real life, for a variety of reasons.

The final part of the climax comes when she decides she misses her mother. And so suddenly there she is again at her home in Seattle and her mother is there. Suddenly she loses control, but she is still lucid. Her mother confronts her and tells Lucy that she is following the wrong path. She tells her she needs to set things right with her father and that her dreams may be seemingly real, but are not an alternative nor escape from reality.

Fall: The fall comes when she wakes up. She is so scared by what happened at the end of her dream that she discusses it with Neural. He tells her that their is probably some truth to what her dream-mother had told her. That she probably should forgive her father for the abuse he put her through, and get her help for his drinking problem.

She is able to get him help for his drinking problem. Her father doesn't want it, but inside knows he needs it. But it takes years for her to ever forgive him.

Reflections: Twenty five years later. Lucy is fourty years old. Suddenly the seven year difference of age doesn't seem all that big now that they are so old. The two of them even have a seventeen year old daughter. One day their daughter comes home with a twenty six year old man. Lucy can only think to herself how wrong that is. But she doesnt' want to be a hypocrite. And so their daughter continues seeing him, up until the day she stumbles in drunk and pregnant. And Lucy can only think to herself how lucky she was to find a man like Neural, it must be genetic for her to find bad men to be in relationships with. Her mother found a bad man, and her daughter did, she dodged a bullet. That's all there is to it.

...mmm...
aye....
*peace*

I drew this using bitmap on a computer from my school.

Uploading it here, I can DL it at my home computer and do some wicked scheiße with it.

Just wait.

Do you even like rap?!?

I think we BOTH know the answer to that.

:roll: :roll: :roll:

:thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:

I got bored.

I found this place called Quizilla just now.

http://quizilla.com (Like you couldn't figure that out for yourself.)

I made a quiz.

It can be found at:
http://quizilla.com/users/AtraLudio...Home%20to%20You

I took it myself, here was my results:
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Complete Dumbass

You're a complete dumbass! Aint you proud for
wasting your time?
~~~

Yes. I am.

your one strange ass cool person. One of the most colorful personalities

ladywun lets cyber.

yeah aol does suck ass like a lolipop.

Yo, you bugged out.....but if I ever have an opprotunity to make a horror/suspence mind altering "The Ring" type shit...I know who to get at to write the script

DJ Earth

The Dj is the Earth. The Earth is the foundation of<br>everything. The beats that is mixed and cut by<br>the Dj are often the basis for the culture of<br>Hip-Hop. It is what gives us our music.

Our own Earth started with the element of Earth.<br>Hip-Hop started with Dj's such as Kool Herc,<br>the creator, Afrika Bambaataa, the godfather,<br>and Grandmaster Flash, the innovator.
<br><br><font size="-1"><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AtraLudio/quizzes/Elements%20of%20Hip-Hop/">Elements of Hip-Hop</a></font><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font>

That picture u made was bad ass but you kinda scare me jk

So... my gradma decided to get rid of AOL.

So much for my lurking in chat rooms copying stupid quotes.

Anyway, here is all I got left.

AOHELL

Skitzdaklown19: ( . Y . )<~~~~~~~~~ BOOBIES

URM0MLlKESME: BOOBS
URM0MLlKESME: Real punks like boobs
URM0MLlKESME: < likes boobs
AtraNecromancer: No, heterosexual men and homosexual women, as well as bisexuals, like boobs.
AtraNecromancer: You can still be of any denomination of labellic segregations.

SLAYER MUSIC: HIP HOP MUST DIE

LaNLiCiouS: lol
LaNLiCiouS: toughies
LaNLiCiouS: Most feared gang ever.

Larrythewizard1: bored
Larrythewizard1: bored as hell
VaMp Vv vV GoTh: me 2 lol
Blondiekris101: me 3
Blondiekris101: and im cold!!

VaMp Vv vV GoTh: the egyptians started the gothic look in there make up damb arse!!

SUICIDE83: <--- a would be goth... in the eyes of the blind
SUICIDE83: <---- sportin all black all the time
AtraNecromancer: NWA sported black all the time. I would hardly call Dre a goth.

SUICIDE83: god hopefully will return your sanity one day atra

LitOddALgii xD: i loveeeee bananas
LitOddALgii xD: LoL

XIXBuRBeRRy1XIX: WHO WANTS TO MAKE ME BREAKFAST??

Rah Ton: True your name kinda masculine
Rah Ton: its ambiguous
AtraNecromancer: If it's ambiguous, then it aint masculine.

Ghetto Activity: AOLAME

URM0MLlKESME: i have eleventeen
AtraNecromancer: Eleventeen huh? Lemme guess, you went to an American public school, right?
URM0MLlKESME: I went to a california public school

Dallin Mathis: ( ::kicks Atra in the nuts:: Shut up, and put your OOC in bubbles, ya newb. o.o;)

DI abloSweetTits: :-!I NEED SEX
DI abloSweetTits: I AM SOOOOOOOOOO HORNY
AtraNecromancer: If you need sex, grab a shovel and start digging like the rest of us.

XLoST x LuLLaBYx: hey necro... lick my labia minor
AtraNecromancer: Sure. I don't mind.
XLoST x LuLLaBYx: cool
XLoST x LuLLaBYx: you can stay
AtraNecromancer: ::licks her labia minor::
XLoST x LuLLaBYx: yay!
AtraNecromancer: Tastes like chicke... um... cherrys. Yeah.
XLoST x LuLLaBYx: yeahhh you better say that...
XLoST x LuLLaBYx: lol

AtraNecromancer: I find it amazing. There are three chat room categorys, Mature interestes, romance, and special interests. And that they are entirely dedicated to cyber sex.

SpeedDemon1215: i like tits like

PreciousStr03: LetKeepItReal notice the room started gettin stupid when the guys came in

Keepinitreal223: no big deal..cuz i like black niggas...not white
AtraNecromancer: Keepinitreal223, white niggas?

NihilisticIND: i alwats thought goth to be like big foot and trolls and stuff
NihilisticIND: and unicorns

Goth197: yes god bless public enemy for keeping punk alive

HappyishPerson: i hope my spanish teacher dies

ICPwickitClown: ICP kicks ass

ICPwickitClown: ICP are skinny

MsRobin404: I was explaining that racial matters were not that important. And the person I was engaged to was black. Then He died. They great maggot food. I aam devistated

DraconicEntropy: im not a skater boy but im cool like one

Chevylowriderzs: im a sexy guy

Tabiaoni: what kinda nigga gon have a screenname I B sellin CRACK
Tabiaoni: a fake ass nigga
Tabiaoni: or ho
BoTtLe Of Mo: i be sellin crack look like da crackhead from menace to society

BoTtLe Of Mo: i be sellin crack ya mom looks like kane from wwe
AtraNecromancer: BiTtLe Of Mo, what are you talking about?
AtraNecromancer: Kane of the WWE is sexy.
BoTtLe Of Mo: damn u got problems

OctobersXchiId: I happen to be cruel, not a bitch

AtraNecromancer: I am very nice/ By the way I like rice/ When I was really little I would listen to Vanilla Ice//

SUICIDE83: <--- a would be goth... in the eyes of the blind
SUICIDE83: <---- sportin all black all the time
AtraNecromancer: NWA sported black all the time. I would hardly call Dre a goth.

^lol, so true

I Took Your Quiz...

ATMOSPHERE FAN Yeah... you stay true to Atmosphere. You probably know the song by heart too, huh? Well? What do you want me to say? You know you're a fanboy. Nothing wrong with that... per se...


Dawg... I Have To SAy, You Are Hands Down The STRANGEST Person On Rb.Com And I Have A Couple Questions For yOu

1. WTF Is An Atra Ludio?
2. WTF Is a Sheibe?
3. FUCK AOL!

the only excuse for you bein so .. whatever the fuck you are is if you do some serious hallucinogenics. for the sake of those around you please stop shrooms, acid, lsd, pcp whatever the fuck please.

As for hallucinegenics... I have plenty of interest in them. I have yet to take anything more than marijuana however. Shrooms I have no interest in, they are not what I'm looking for. And I watched that episode of cops with that naked black guy on PCP... so no.

LSD however is different. It has strong history in me. There is this guy named Ken Kesey, and he during the sixtys was given LSD by the government to test it's effects on people. Well, he liked it. And he decided to give it to everyone he can.

And thus, there were hippys. That's the short of the story at least. Oregon is responsible for hippys.

And while all I have in common with hippys is my idealogical socialism structure of socioeconomics... I still have heavy interest in LSD. From my extensive studys I've found that it has generally the same effects in people. The whole bad trip thing occurs in a small percentage. And flashbacks generally are not a bad thing, but very similiar to what happens to me all the time when I focus on the high I get from marijuana and slowly seep into it without actually consuming it. (I... don't suppose that ever happens to anyone else?)

The fact is, the only real danger from LSD is a bad trip. Bad results such as death from an OD are next to impossible. And bad trips only occur during extrenous circumstances. There is no risk of a bad trip if I were to be in a calm enviroment such as my bedroom, and especially if I had someone to sit with me.

The other danger is that if your a schizophrenia, then your condition may worsen. (Schizophrenia is merely suffering from audio and visual hallucinations. Not that unlike the effects of LSD at all.)

What I find amazing is that with other drugs, the effects are often erratic on an individual basis. And whatever revelations they have are often for that one experience, and rarely stay with them.

This is what makes LSD so special. In all my studying of personal accounts, I've found that people often have a similiar apogee of the trip that lasts with them throughout their life.

They end up with a sense of oneness with the universe. Not that much unlike the Buddhist version of Nirvana. And while I'm not a Buddhist, pagan beliefs throughout the world all seem to have the same base. Buddhism merely focuses on the spiritual development to the divine.

My own pagan beliefs center mainly around, and this may sound Atmosphere Fan Boy of me, but it centers around Trying to Find a Balance. With the universe, with nature, with society, with those around me, and with me myself.

An euphoric appex of zen would be a beautiful thing to me. And the fact is, I'm an American. Hard work of meditation of spirtual excercises take way too long. And yes, I'm doing such things. But doing something the easy and fast way is just too good for my American mind to pass up.

The only things I really need to be worried about is finding someone I trust who sells it, finding someone I trust to sit with me, and finding the right time to do it.

Of course, there are other hallucinegenics I've studied. Morning Glory and Salivia for example, are perfectly legal. Hm...

WTF?

It's a perfect world. I hate men and... women hate me!

Actually, no. Life, much like various other things, sucks. Coming home from school and being told to do work. Yeah, that's actually fine. But then I get yelled at for asking how to go about the work I was told to do. That aint so right. But... I'm not a parent or gaurdian so I have no right to say jackscheiße.

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I've been reading this book all week, I'm just one chapter away from being done. It's Bardic Voices: Book 1 ~ The Lark and the Wren by Mercedes Lacky. It's actually a good book. It's about music. It's about love. It's about finding ones place in life. It's about a lot of things.

It suprised me how much of a healthy veiw of sex the author had. Most women have fucked up views of sex. It's strange too. Because seventy percent of women would rather have a bar of chocolate than have sex.

I'm not a woman, but personally, I'd rather have a chocolate bar too.

Anyway, it's a good book. But I have yet to understand why they threw Kestrel into it. Maybe if I finish the book I'll know, but it just seems rather redundent and pointless since it throws the plot off completly. I suppose it can get all wrapped up and set and secure by the end of the chapter. But I'm doubting it. I'm feeling this is going to leave me hanging. (Of course the signs are all there on how it ends. The bards are looking for sires to house with for winter, this boy's uncle is a king... hmmm... doesn't take a genius.)

Und... das ist alles.

^Tell me the outcome

BoTtLe Of Mo: i be sellin crack ya mom looks like kane from wwe
AtraNecromancer: BiTtLe Of Mo, what are you talking about?
AtraNecromancer: Kane of the WWE is sexy.
BoTtLe Of Mo: damn u got problems

^Lmmfao.....Atra i'm astounded....
so many views yet so little time

oh and shroom's are a trip and a half (you gotta get the right ones)
to be more specific...
Mexican's - A mild trip, 20 gram's boshed in tea will suffice
Hawaian's - aloha...these are nice again 20g's boshed will serve for
a good trip, strongish kinda trip.
Indian's - Blazow.......strong trip...bosh 25g's for ultimate Discombobulation
Philosophers Stone - Not a mushroom, but a fungus...called a truffle
This is the fucken doozey...bash a couple however you wish..and expand beyond
all horizons of this horrible place

*Note...Shrooms enhance your state of mind..therefore if your depressed..
i highly deter you from having them...most likely you will bad trip
only drop them if your in a happy..well to do mood

And well...LSD...words cannot describe the sweet formulae (i'm sure they can, but i'm too lazy to write about them)

Dude this man Is GOD damn he makes So much SENCE it scares me and i can almost understand all of it wow! but yo necro git at me sum time on aim haha

hmm LSD.

im very well expierienced in acid.

from the cardbaord looking paper tabs.. too the jell tabs.. to the pure acid drops.

i used to love trippin.

doctors say if you take more than 8 trips.. you are clinically insane.

i've taken over 50 trips on seperate occasions.. and i got my 730 sticker in about the 29th trip to be exact.(in others words.. i gotten pretty lunaticish.)

the hallucinegenics. like everyone i thought it was the hollywood version.. you know.. fairies appearing from thin air... lil elves running around handing me candy.. flying elephants... weird shit you don't see everyday.

but from my expireinces and analzing my people buggin the fuck out around me.. i learned,,, that theres is no talking jimminy crickets.. or laughing cats..or dancing dogs... but just fear and extreme paranioa. when you hallucinate it always your worst fear that surfaces.. and the trip enhances it 100 times.

i had peoples of mines... chased by huge mouthed jolly ranchers.

i had one of my boys... think he was a goverment experiment... and everything was a conspiracy.. so he always sheltered himself from the world.. kind of like that mel gibson movie. (which he did go see it in the movie theater while trippin, idiot.)


on many occasions.. people seen pink flying elephants.

but if you're with cool peoples.. and your feeling good... the trip can take your mind to another realm.


i had thousands of stories.. but so lil time

start talking G.