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Sirens snuggles up on my hand like the tightest mink hobo gloves ever manually woven and kicks me in the domepiece like the feet of 1,000 cherubs: 500 gleeful, 500 morose. If balls have a face and my face has balls, Sirens kicked my balls in...

Ralph Perez: There are way to many internet rap sensations, and blog flavors of the month to keep the Fuck up with these days. So, when a theory went around that some new MC named Your Old Droog was really a Nas side project I stopped, then...

Unicorns galloped mightily in the sprawling fields that lined the valley beneath my childhood dream home; or the house I would visit while I slept. They'd learned to live in the auspices of the Cockatrice and alongside the weasels who were immune to the...

Free Fall is the fetus-as-fully-grown-ferris wheel of Edgewize (He's the rapper) and Self Destruct (He's the D.J.). Hailing from San Jose, the pair brims with the usual unusual flourishes in terms of both production and styling. This knack...

On Cruel Fuel's second cut, Seez Mics chants, as a sort of Yeoman's mantra: "THE BEAUTY OF BEING A CHILD IS FEELING THE SAME WAY PRETTY MUCH ALL THE TIME." Does anyone else feel weird after reading that? Do you think you'd feel...

In my head, the place where secrets go to wither, hanging on to the vine of a low IQ, at least once-a-day I experience what I've dubbed the "Judd Nelson Rebel-Unity-Underdog-Sunset Fist Pump Of Temporary Social Victory." I used to want a "Breakfast Club" kind...

Time: the pin in the perpetual grenade, the emptiness of night, the colors on walls, the smoke chasing the cigarette, the Mondays, the Friday, the holidays, the holy days, the essential void. Its countless holes stuffed with endless trivialities and turning...