An Oldie, but a Goodie
Lumar the Thylacine laments
aloud across the internets and so
the erudite do mock and point, content
they are in knowing soon his stack will blow.
And O! What poor pretense at synthesis;
His dull lies are transparent to all who
took O Chem in their sophomore year. In this—
attending school—they’re far removed from Lu.
Counterfeiting works of famous authors,
making struggles at occluded gnosis.
He has no success, he only bothers,
entertaining us with all his poses.
And while we think his antics are quite droll,
The Thylacine is just a shithead troll.
Tell me, Mikey-nath: do you remember writing this?
You can post all the bile and lies you want. I am no longer going to so much as read any of it, anywhere. Not ever again. You can’t touch me by any means you have. I do not have time anymore for your repetitive nonsense and straight up tortious libel. I don’t care anymore.
It’s clear now, as it was then, just how little you care. Don’t forget: less than 13 days left to bring concrete legal action against me.
{link to some very crappy “fusion jazz” elided: go pimp your music on your own web site; oh, wait! you don’t have one!}
a Beauty closed to the likes of you, you deluded and hateful old Lich…
easier for a camel to negotiate passage through the eye of a needle than the likes of you do anything but mindlessly Hate…
Just like the coward you are, commenting on a year old posting. Your “music”, such as it is, deeply deserves the average four listenings per track it’s received, but no more than that.
You seem to be doing the bulk of the “mindless hating” here, Mikey: you’ve produced reams of sockpuppets, you’ve impersonated both me and your erstwhile “ally”, Brandon Lozza—something which isn’t scoring you any points with a person in a position to provide some evidence, a mistake you make repeatedly—and you’ve harassed uninvolved members of my family in your pursuit of your mindless hatred.
Once again: you want to have me arrested? Terrific, let’s do it. You go right over to your local police precinct, and tell them all about how I’m blackmailing you, and harassing you and everyone you know, and give ‘em my address and phone number.
Just let me know where you’ve filed your complaint, and I’ll fly right up there on my own dime to turn myself in and reply to these charges of yours.
Got cojones? Didn’t think so.
you only delete what demolishes your lies and embarrasses your profound cowardice.
lozza has nothing for you, I never shared anything important with him in the first place.
dream on, you sick fuck….
The carefree abandon with which you keep demolishing your own credibility is quite thrilling. Called the cops yet?
Surely, you aren’t suffering from any doubt as to the strength of your “case” against me! And since I’ll be delivering myself to your very jurisdiction, there won’t be any issues there. Feel free to press your copyright complaint while you’re at it, if you think you’ve got the facts on your side.
What’s keeping you, pudgy?
how pathetic of you, that jazz guitar is being played by a man with an MFA and 35 year of experience, a professor of music!
Too bad he never experienced learning how to play the guitar with much proficiency.
you haven’t got any music or any kind of art yourself at all, so shove it in your pie hole, grampa.
all that photoshop crap you do is pure amateur, looks like high school notebook doodlings
Yawn. I’m still waiting to hear about all the venues in which your not-quite-in-focus photos have been widely published.
stupid deluded demon, dissing on someone who can play the solo from Giant Steps perfectly on an acoustic guitar….
he is playing THELONIUS MONK quite competently on one of those tracks, moron, and I am keeping right up IMPROVISATIONALLY
Heh. The only thing you’re “keeping up” is the size of your gut, Waddles.
by deleting that link, you make my case. you are pathetic and transparent, and you eat from the Methodist Christian charity plate.
but that might not last much longer…the Bishop and I are having quite a discussion.
I’m sure you are. Too bad it’s the “bishop” that you’re more usually flogging than anything having to do with the real world.
You are a rapist, and you will pay for your crimes in time.
Gee, that’s a serious criminal charge. You’d better report it to the police, huh? What’s keeping you?
Corny old man, even your ‘fat’ insults are out of date and pure Vaudville even for alt.flame
and not even accurate…not that they would even come with a light year of real sting EVEN if true…
keep on deleting what you can not handle…
Well, I certainly can’t “handle” your confused ideas about what constitutes “music”, as opposed to “noise”. Nor your efforts to pimp your execrable efforts here.
no, that would be the Bishop of the central valley CA Methodist organization.
Fabulous. Except that the “central valley CA Methodist organization” doesn’t have a Bishop. Nitwit.
I was expecting too much of you that you be familiar with Thelonius Monk, it seems. Typical of your bad taste, and your limited exposure to fine art and music.
Yawn. Bore me some more, please.
Bishop Brown Installation and Reception Photos
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Photos from the Service of Welcome for the Episcopal Ministry of Bishop Warner H. Brown, Jr. on October 4, 2008 at Central United Methodist Church in Stockton, California, the reception at Korean United Methodist Church of Santa Clara Valley, San Jose, California on October 5, 2008 and the reception at Carson City United Methodist Church, Carson City, Nevada on October 11, 2008.
Well, by all means, go nuts. You’ve had plenty of practice, certainly.
you just keep calling Thelonius Monk “noise”, it says everything about you and nothing about me.
I didn’t call Thelonious Monk “noise”: I called you and your accomplice “noise”. Do try to keep up, hm?
(Besides, I scarcely need to say anything about you: your activities speak quite nicely for themselves. Everyone with whom you come into contact comes away with the clear realization that you’re a complete lunatic; I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful impression on a Methodist Bishop. Mm hm.)
we were playing Monk note perfect, you stooge. you didn’t even recognize the tune.
Well, whatever you like to believe, by all means. Of course, you believe that you can watch them “building the Parthenon” in your “scrying glass”, dontcha, Gandalf?
it is almost sad Anne will be punished for your actions, but she now shares full responsibility with you.
Oh, please. You didn’t think it was “sad” to try to convince people on Facebook that you were me in pursuit of your demented little vendetta. Save the crocodile tears, you buffoon.
you missed my live in studio performance on our local NPR affiliate last month, too bad for you. pearls before swine and all…
You’re mistaken: I didn’t miss it in the least.
the vendetta is all on your part, you crossed the line by stealing private material. and it will not end well for you at all.
you went from mere troll to full on stalker when you resorted to material never put on the web.
it will not end well for you at all, rapist.
Still waiting for you to call the cops, and let me know which precinct to show up at. The material you’re whimpering about was provided to me, without my solicitation, by your own ex-friends, with their permission to do whatever I feel like with it. That’s been confirmed via my responses to the multiple (bogus) DMCA complaints you filed with my ISP and—of course—never followed through on.
I’ve decided I don’t like that IP address of yours. Get a better one.
I have over 300 IP addresses, gramps.
Probably almost as many IP addresses as sockpuppets, I guess. This doesn’t exactly provide a demonstration of your sterling intentions, does it, though?
Feel free to trot ‘em all out; I’ll blacklist every single one. This is the last this this one gets through, though, Shakes. See ya.
you admit defeat by blocking and deleting. you lose. you lose utterly.
but you will not escape punishment.
No, all I’ve “admitted” is that you’re a waste of my time on a Sunday afternoon when I could be doing better—and more interesting—things. You keep right on commenting, though, by all means. I’ll check in again in a few hours, and see whether you’ve come up with anything remotely entertaining.
run away, coward, run away RAPIST!
Who’s “running away”? I’m right here, like I’ve been for years. I don’t hide who I am, nor where I’m living, nor what my name is.
But you do. You’ve changed your name (under fraudulent circumstances) twice—at least—now, giving maildrops as your residential address. You’re a transient and a vagrant.
And who, precisely, are you accusing me of raping?
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