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spatchOpen invitation to join the writey write filter. I can't promise brilliance with every post, but I can promise as little navel-gazing as possible. I'm sure my navel is no more fascinating than anybody else's.
Anyway. This here's a little parable about the Spatchel and the Fig Tree which really was a futon but it's a Fig Tree nonetheless.
See, once upon a time there was this Spatchel and maybe you know him. He was a smart Spatchel and used his smarts for the forces of good, not evil, even when he was surrounded by schmoes, which was most of the time anyway. While aware of this obvious advantage, he tried not to think about it too much, but always in the back of his mind there was this one overriding philosophy, used in good times and bad:
1. I am smarter than most of those schmoes out there.
Then one day someone said "Hey, I noticed you're smarter than most of those schmoes out there, why not come along and do some cool stuff with us?" And the Spatchel agreed, because if there was one thing he liked doing, it was cool stuff. Soon it became clear that they did stuff differently than how the Spatchel did stuff, and that the way the Spatchel had been doing things, the way he had taught himself, might not be the best way to go about it, and if he continued doing things his old way, he would not succeed. And this was true even though it'd been the way he'd been doing these things all along. Thus came the hard lesson to learn: When the Spatchel realized that he would have more success doing things a different way, he wisely agreed to put aside the old and accept learning the new. But then the Doubt visited, a dark Doubt, a nagging Doubt, a mean old Doubt, and smacked him upside the head. The Doubt, in the space of a few hours, changed his whole philosophy to a new mantra:
2. I Don't Know Shit.
(For those of you with small children, or perhaps you're a small child yourself, just pretend those letters spell S-Q-U-A-T. Then find some other website to visit.)
That's all he heard from the Doubt, repeated over and over and over again. And boy did it not feel good. Racked with the constant yammerings of the Doubt, the Spatchel decided that he better do something about it and do it quick. So he did the only thing he could do: he took a nap. Naps are always good to clear the head.
And wouldn't you know it, after the Spatchel had napped a bit, he awoke, and when he awoke he had a new thought. He realized he was smart enough to realize what the Doubt told him, and he was wise enough to accept it and go from there, and out of that thought was forged a brand-new philosophy:
3. I Don't Know Shit. But I'm still smarter than most of those schmoes out there.
And lo did the Spatchel say those words and he was Enlightened. Then he went back to sleep with a big smile on his face and had a perfectly lovely dream involving swamp boat chases and a diamond as big as the Ritz.
The End.
PS I have it on good authority most of this story is entirely true.
Anyway. This here's a little parable about the Spatchel and the Fig Tree which really was a futon but it's a Fig Tree nonetheless.
See, once upon a time there was this Spatchel and maybe you know him. He was a smart Spatchel and used his smarts for the forces of good, not evil, even when he was surrounded by schmoes, which was most of the time anyway. While aware of this obvious advantage, he tried not to think about it too much, but always in the back of his mind there was this one overriding philosophy, used in good times and bad:
1. I am smarter than most of those schmoes out there.
Then one day someone said "Hey, I noticed you're smarter than most of those schmoes out there, why not come along and do some cool stuff with us?" And the Spatchel agreed, because if there was one thing he liked doing, it was cool stuff. Soon it became clear that they did stuff differently than how the Spatchel did stuff, and that the way the Spatchel had been doing things, the way he had taught himself, might not be the best way to go about it, and if he continued doing things his old way, he would not succeed. And this was true even though it'd been the way he'd been doing these things all along. Thus came the hard lesson to learn: When the Spatchel realized that he would have more success doing things a different way, he wisely agreed to put aside the old and accept learning the new. But then the Doubt visited, a dark Doubt, a nagging Doubt, a mean old Doubt, and smacked him upside the head. The Doubt, in the space of a few hours, changed his whole philosophy to a new mantra:
2. I Don't Know Shit.
(For those of you with small children, or perhaps you're a small child yourself, just pretend those letters spell S-Q-U-A-T. Then find some other website to visit.)
That's all he heard from the Doubt, repeated over and over and over again. And boy did it not feel good. Racked with the constant yammerings of the Doubt, the Spatchel decided that he better do something about it and do it quick. So he did the only thing he could do: he took a nap. Naps are always good to clear the head.
And wouldn't you know it, after the Spatchel had napped a bit, he awoke, and when he awoke he had a new thought. He realized he was smart enough to realize what the Doubt told him, and he was wise enough to accept it and go from there, and out of that thought was forged a brand-new philosophy:
3. I Don't Know Shit. But I'm still smarter than most of those schmoes out there.
And lo did the Spatchel say those words and he was Enlightened. Then he went back to sleep with a big smile on his face and had a perfectly lovely dream involving swamp boat chases and a diamond as big as the Ritz.
The End.
PS I have it on good authority most of this story is entirely true.
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Date: 2005-02-17 03:15 pm (UTC)Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
Knock knock knock knock, come in!!
Who's at my door? (I don't know but let him in)
[MC Serch]
Come in, to my cribbo, no reason you'll say ditto
No tea and crumpets, not servin you no vitals
Little one sit, I'll kick to you a fable
So recline on the recliner put your feet up on the table
Sable is a fox that's used for coats
The sable is a fable cause you bought yourself a goat
Skin all in, so ease up on throttle
No role model and your life is out the bottle
The roll of the dice on the corner of the street
You get beat, on 123rd street
Done by the system that ain't really sayin nothin new
Your kids flippin, so now what you gonna do?
Go home, hell no, she don't want you there
Why need a man or either work when there's welfare?
Oh yeah, another scam see
The government's way to destroy the family
See life is a gamble, find the ball under the shell
HELL NO, I kick two and make the dome swell
Son, that's the end I hear the doorbell ringin
And if that's your pops, tell the man to just come in
* doorbell rings *
Oh hello dear!
Uahh, good morning..
Very well then.. suppose you come over here!
But first..
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
Knock knock knock knock, come in!
{I came in the door.. -> Rakim}
[Pete Nice]
Ask me why I wander on desert plains
I say the Cactus still grows without rain
Plain to see from my horse without a name
I set it off, still things ain't the same
A case of wasted life, inner city blues
Goods for hoods from the merchant of grooves
I move your butts but a question lingers
I look at my hands, I sees ten fingers
A finishin touch, much on the TP
Here the Three-R-D and the blind see
why I flipped and why I ain't with the Klan
Which one you say all truth and
true indeed, y'all needs a speed knot
Knothead syndrome, sets off piano drops
{* Daddy Rich cuts and scratches *}
So I please, and step with Kool Poppa Sha
Scopin every skin without a bra
On the streets, Kurious like Jorge
Why don't you make like Run and +Pause+?
Flaws in characters, scrubs get done in
I swing it open y'all, so come in
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
Knock knock knock knock, come in come in!
Knock knock knock knock, come in!
Who's at my door? (I don't know but let him in)
{I came in the door.. -> Rakim}
{I came in the door.. -> Rakim}
{I came in the door.. -> Rakim}
{I came in the door.. -> Rakim}
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