"80's rap is soooooooooo great"

ALEX: 80's rap is garbage.

SOME BAMA: Alex McCurdy is garbage. See, anyone can say anything when they have no clue what they're talking about.

ALEX: Mid 80's rap laid the base of a culture, but to replace with waste makes you the lace, not a sculptor. 90's rap started to sculpture the sculptors that defaced the base of a race that was altered by white washed clans, I meant Klans, is that o-K? While they tried to disband those who fought in disarray. Subculture, sub-art, submissive and afraid, the above abused the privileges of those who they defaced. They replaced the heard with words of the popular Aerosmith and taught each youngster abroad what makes a rhyme forthwith, so they shook their heads sublime knowing what a "true" rap artist is, but while they were raptured in this figment the truth had gone adrift. The youth started to slip, the proof in the abyss of real rappers rhymes lost in time, and it just is a figment of our imagination and much like morning's condensation it's beautiful to look at, but the important matter is everything that drifts far beyond that swift abyss is a lesson to be learned: don't shutout the unheard.

SOME BAMA: *deletes comment*

*places mic down gently onto stage, since I ain't gon pay for it*

BUT I DROPPED YOU, BOIIIIII!

The Alex Show - Episode 75

Some lessons are self-taught...

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______: He's gone.

ALEX: You staying in this relationship and fighting for him as long as you did is not a reflection of denial or weakness, but rather your strength to persevere when times were persistently hard. He's not your responsibility. Every action - no matter how heavily influenced by others - is ultimately his action. He's accountable for them, not you. You breaking it off isn't giving up on him. People like you and I never truly give them up. Sometimes it's necessary to let go physically, especially if needed for your own well-being, but losing that person and that love isn't something you merely get over. Much like the loss of a loved one who passes away, it's something you have to cope with. Time will help, ______, but also keep yourself busy with positive vices. Surround yourself with good people and good vibes. It gets better. It always does. It has to.

______: That was beautiful. Thank you.

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______: He's back.

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... but that doesn't mean that they've been learned.

- afm

Drowning Room (in a Burning City)

"Why does the world have to spin?" She asks standing still outside a room wherein All the shelves find themselves on the floor, And the contents, dizzy, are running for the door. Spent your mid-twenties burning cities. You were always good at swimming, But your belongings now are yearning for the shore. Plastered smile to hide the truth from surfacing. Painting portraits and brushing over those burdening. Each stroke felt like a blessing, but now the carpet's getting messy. An expressionism of all your shortcomings. The same goes for her. The same goes for him. The same goes for all Time and time again. A room disheveled and slowly emptied on its own. More room for bigger shelves, but all the same alone. The closet is a graveyard for the vast array Of drowning animals and poems you forsake. And the bedding in the frame will always feel the same when your feet are cold and warmth is miles away.
The carpet was wet and removed (to make room) For new expressions since the old have gone astray. Thoughts are scattered like a Pollock. The cerebration's not symbolic to any beauty that may or (may) not remain. The same goes for her. The same goes for him. The same goes for all Time and time again. "Why does the world have to spin?"

The Alex Show - Episode 74

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ALEX: It's 3:30AM over there, and you're still kicking! Can't say I'm surprised. _____: You're always up at this hour, too! ALEX: No, no, no, no, no. I'm dead, remember? _____: Okay, so you're dead. Tell me your eulogy (life recap) in six sentences. Ready, go! ALEX: Alexander Franklin McCurdy. 
Together his name sounds like that of a President's, but he never made it to thirty-five.
Alexander alludes to the Great, the heart of a warrior, but even the greatest of warriors must fall in the end.
Franklin makes us twenty-somethingers all think of a turtle, but he lived his life at full throttle and always out of his shell.
McCurdy McTurdy McNerdy McFlirty smoother than a McFlurry.
Much like his late night chats with the whimsically endearing and lovely _____ _____ - who happens to have a ridiculously cute laugh - may he never rest.
Also, he hated the number six, so here's a seventh sentence. FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN Do you want to read it?

- afm

The Eminent Wind

The wind howls like the alpha leading the pack, its gusts a scythe on the neck and back. It forcibly sunders with such attack that I cannot react to steady my aim. It pushes me out of this shaken frame. I cannot tame the God of Wind, or His Brother's pow'rs here within a world in which I cannot name. It's all the same as way back when my sturdy structure was rearranged into a fractured, mangled hair. In all despair, I gave up the game. What's rare in fact is deep in that idealistic proposal to switch the track, I somehow remained to stay intact while still disposing of the racks in which my birth was purposefully claimed. How am I now the one to blame if I bear no seeds to plant thy name? With such disdain I disavow the very name I once avowed to once reclaim and make renowned within this coarse, endowed domain. In the now I forsake such prodigious false acclaim. Somehow I've maintained the structure that once stood, though in the end it does no good, for if the end is imminent then eminence is purposeless, yet here I sit and circumvent this parliament of practices in circles spun in circles spent. It all whirls 'round just as the wind, and so it howls till my descent. Pushed to the ground in impotence, the wind will sound deliverance. I must admit, the wind brings air, and I don't care that I'm full of it.

- afm