found this on the soleone board

babelfish is one of my favorite rappers!! buy his music here!!!!

ravenouswashbear:

CD liquidation time at the babelfishh store!

www.babelfishh.bigcartel.com

(via oledeathrattle)

my homeboy David(pronounced DaVEED) Ramos just released his newest video from his upcoming album titled “Sento La Tua Mancanza” out May 29th 2012 on http://www.fakefourinc.com

pre-order now@https://www.circleintosquare.com/item/sento-la-tua-mancanza
Directed/Edited by David Ramos
Filmed by Nicholas Kenna
Music produced by Oskar Ohlson and Scamper

I’M FREEEE!!!!!!!!11

so i got kicked off of facebook for a few days because i showed some herb rapper that he is a biter with his unoriginal rap name. facebook eats the dick cookie

this movie looks interesting “Thale”

batmanz (found on the soleone.org/board)

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a zombie i drew

Da Alaskan Brown Bear by davey

                             I always preferred sitting by a window whenever I traveled by air. Fortunately for me, I had an opportunity to enjoy a window seat to Anchorage, Alaska- “America’s Final Frontier”! I simply marveled at the sights through the plane’s tiny oval window.  My eyes beheld the splendor of the Alaskan topography. Even from thirty thousand feet in the air, I saw wonderful mountain ranges, which resembled motionless waves rippling throughout the land’s stillness. I watched as dark ocean waters crashed and pulled back off the rocky terrain. Some mountains were swallowing shades of floating grey fog. Soon the plane tightened and titled sharply, resting hard on its left wing. From that view, I could see the shadow of my plane dancing on the tops of the glittery waters of the Gulf of Alaska. Then the plane straightened out of its tight turn and bowed. I was relieved when the plane started to descend, diving towards the Ted Stevens Anchorage International Airport.  It was to be at that airport, where I was going to meet my friend Zoe.  Zoe had just hours earlier purchased my plane ticket, so I could join her in Alaska. We had made hasty arrangements that ended with me agreeing to help her. After our stay there, I was to drive her and her Ford cargo van back down to the “lower forty eights”.

                        Overcast made the sky a brightly fluorescent white colored day. Exiting my terminal I began to mush my way through the crowds to meet Zoe at the baggage claim area. I passed the variety newsstand stores and souvenir shops- where I guessed that the shops were exploiting some indigenous peoples culture for profit. I reached the escalators and stairs to the airports baggage claim. Just as I was riding down, I happened to look up and saw a gigantic, taxidermied polar bear hovering over the escalators. I took particular notice of its sharp teeth nestled together protruding out from its large open mouth. This polar bear even had long, thick, razor like claws that screamed from its paws. Stepping off the escalator, I saw my friend Zoe waiting for me.    Zoe and I had a lengthy history between us. She and I used to date [fig.1]. We grew to become really close friends instead of lovers. She was standing in her winter boots wearing a army issued sweater she found at a thrift store . Along with her fancy boots, she was wearing tight fitting designer jeans with bits of naked skin poking out from the little holes that surrounded her knees. She looked military sheik with a touch of punk rock. I had forgotten how great she looked.  She was oozing sexy city girl that was a cool contrast against the backdrop of the tall pines on even taller mountains. We walked to where Zoe’s van was parked. I jumped in the driver seat and started it up.

                   While driving her van, the scenery was unbelievably picturesque, to the point where I imagined that what I was looking at that very moment, someone somewhere was gazing upon the same exact image, only theirs was captured on a page in a National Geographic magazine [fig.2]. It was painfully beautiful looking out of Zoe’s van windshield. I found it difficult to keep from swerving off the highway.  There were mountains far off in the distance and close mountains towering over the edge of the highway. A few people were climbing a mountain only mere feet from the shoulder of the road.  So between the dangling human piñatas and the mass wilderness, maybe you could imagine why it was difficult for me to drive properly. Observing from my driver’s side window, I beheld the richness of dark greens of trees and brush that road all the way up the mountain just before it all turned snowy white at the tops.

                         During our stay in Alaska, we visited the towns and villages of Homer and Sodotna.  In our stay in Sodotna, I read a front page newspaper report of a bear attack that occurred in the tiny tourist town. This was terrifying to me considering that I had been sleeping in a small ass, two person tent, in the woods, next to Zoe’s van. I felt totally exposed out in the elements. The days in those parts of Alaska were longer during our time there. It was disorienting for us to adjust to the long day light hours with less than thirty minutes of evening darkness setting. I had never stepped foot on a land that was this untamed.

                     Nervous about my sleeping situation, I asked Zoe what to do if I happened to encounter a grizzly bear. She informed me that the locals called the grizzly bear the brown bear which is not to be confused with the black bear.  Though black bears are more likely to attack a human than a brown grizzly bear. I was still mainly concerned with having to deal with a grizzly. Zoe could see how worried I was, and started to explain to me what she had been taught what to do if ever she was to come upon a brown bear in Alaska.

                She said “First off,  if you run up on a brown bear and its baby cubs you’re pretty much a goner.” I told her that that wasn’t any help.

                She continued, “You should always wear bells around your wrists and your ankles. If you don’t have that you can always clap as you’re walking. The idea is to make enough noise so you don’t surprise the animal.”

                      Zoe also explained to me how I should act physically to the grizzly. She said that I should present myself as small as I could and she bent down and curled her arms up into her chest saying that if that didn’t ward off the beast then you should ever so slowly raise your arms way up in the air to make yourself look as big as you can. I stopped her and said that I will just do this if ever I end up meeting a killer grizzly. I began to preform my best impersonation of the late great Michael Jackson. I kicked my right leg cross my pelvis and spun and pointed one hand to the sky and ended it with a classic MJ “woo hoo” [fig.3]. Zoe busted out laughing.

                           As we walked back to our campsite there was something big and brown walking towards us on the same trail. The fall colored leaves were still clinging for dear life to their respectable branches and out of these hues of orangey, yellow reddish leaves we saw brown fur seeping through the roughage and finally almost showing itself completely. When all of a sudden Zoe, the expert in bear safety, starts to scream and ran away. I just stood there frozen. The animal was now approaching closer, parting the trees as if a veil was being lifted until it finally disclosed its great mystery to me.  The monster then revealed its towering mass over me. It was a huge brown moose! It was no further than five yards from my five feet ten inches of two hundred and something pounds of human stink. This humongous horse like deer thing stared at me as it continued to walk across my path.  When it had its rear to me, I ever so slowing “moonwalked” back to my tent and to Zoe.

                            I couldn’t blame Zoe for running off without me. I had explained to her in a joking fashion that it was proper that she left me since - I had the more “marbling” to my body. Thankfully, I never did get to see a brown bear while in Alaska. I did, however, see just about every other animal in the wild. I even saw a black bear look both ways before crossing a highway [fig.4]!

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i drew dis gun dunny