Reddit Cypher produced by King Friday14
Theme: Love 'em

Lyrics:
These these days

These days I'm feelin abundant
dropping probabilities beyond the hundreds 
Smiling wide from Chicago to New Brunswick
popping positivity err'day like I'm a pundit

My brother, mother and my father
Familial bonds growing roots deeper and farther
My time should be spent hugging, not ever blaming 'em
For whatever stupid shit bouncing around inside my cranium

The bane of mania lies up in it's regalia
Never hating or grating up in this new millennia
Medulla Oblamgata ain't working like it outta
My Amygdala got playground vibes complete with teeter totter

I wish I could say I'm blatantly bursting
With tips and tricks to snag any bitty by flirting
I catch my eye in the mirror without diverting
But I just gotta be myself and know that shit is working


Lovin' Abundant

Reddit Cypher 41: Letter to your 70 year old self

Lyrics: 
Beat: http://soundcloud.com/keithpetersen7/your-mind

Saddle up old man, I got a penance to quell
I know ya been through life, or the essence of hell
50 years mighta passed but the lessons amassed
Slowly. Holy... sand in the hourglass

Heavily. Heavenly? Tell me which do ya see?
Suddenly... hoping that your body still works.
Honestly.. sorry bout this youthful berserk
All the working, flipping turning up ground bones into dirt

flirting daily, serving kittens with some energy spurts
hope you invert the frown, never feeling disturbed, ya know?
but I'm asking you this
did all the workin' ever turn into bliss? 

hopefully you feeling joyful cuz if not I'll be pissed
hah, nah, no I'm not trying to diss
just throwing out a bit sass - memory reminisce
you might be seventy now, but you'll forever exist



Geezer Telegram

Reddit Cypher 42: Space Themed

Da Beat: https://soundcloud.com/i-b-r/death-ray

Da Lyrics: 
Hold up, I'm pulsing bright with my lazer shit
my latest lazer myst streamlining to dish amazing hits
code red in cruising ships, class A for the hell of it
I'll end your game, like Ender's game, ansible spread my fame

I'm on that cloud nine, with my nine
Loud and right, feeling high, feeling fucking high
God himself be telling me I'm rolling filthy fucking fly
you know the truth be I'm transcendent I could never really die

You know it oughta be that supernova energy
menacing super honestly don't need no henessy i'm hella beast
this shining sea of galaxies twinkling like I'm LSD
sensibly, frequencies elevating like I'm ET     

deez deez dayz I'm a quazer
four star, cuz I go hard, we embark on this space park
don't got time for you quantum fucktards
disembark your atoms and quarks, your actions they lack heart and your passions they simply lack spark 


Nebuloso [prod. I.B.R.]

Reddit 50th Cypher, which is all about memories. 


Maybe you recall just how much you might balll
but in the end, you could fuck around and get callled
OUT for all the let downs, delays and stalls
your fan boys loyal but they never entralled

memory station is a confabulation
just some false memories be the shit that fills the nation
across the centuries, you might just try and test your patience
but truth be told this golden age thinking's an abomination 

Neurons be popping that cerebellum rocking
think back to what I'm spitting you'll be knocked right off you're rocker
Chock fulla rock salt sawed-off shots popped
You might fail to pleaseya girl but I did get her rocks off 

I treat her right though, respect her soul
All the sappy kinda junk to have her open up the right holes
I know, I know, my mind be like blown
The ain't the only thing if you catching all these high notes



Confirmation Bias [Prod Ba55ik]

Instrumental is Feed Me: Rat Trap. 

First verse was off the top, and then I wrote out the other two.

Lyrics: 


Verse 1: 
Temporal concoction
with the shit I'm dropping
you know that magic in the clock
time we been stopping
that wrist watch is popping
yeah you think I'm dropping all the lingo on your soul
mothafucka get to rolling with that...
time motion
mothafuckas get to rolling
getting dimensional with the shit ya know you know I'm owning
everybody be knowing and asking what's up
I'll tell ya what though, that's the cut up

Chorus:
Roll out your thoughts now
It might be the time
Roll out your thoughts now
It might be the time
Roll out your thoughts now
yah we feeling prime
spotlight shining bright
It might be the time 

Verse 2: 
Green - Red - Green
we on that grind again
green red green
that psilocypbin
green red green
it's christmas time again
I'm sipping on some juice and gin, a measure of just how we win   

This part it is so fly, 
mighta spun a couple stories but that ain't no lie
get a little high, you'd be much obliged
get a couple benefits up in your whip, no die
take a left cuz I'm fucking right 
dis ain't gonna be a fuck figth
cuz I'm fucking tight, hella outta sight  
clock melting dali shit tonight

Don't mean to be so rude, 
I guess that I kinda lewd
intrude your prudish thoughts with occluded eshewin' drops
that are poppin' and get locked into corridors of your thoughts
spitting riddles that are so hot what the dickens with a side of rocks.. whoa 
   

Verse 3: 
you know i'm feeling like fire
i infuse all your desires
wicked and wild inspired
up high up in this spire
come closer so we compile
a couple violet vials
boosting the style of smiles
transpire minds like starfire

we never tire, expire, 
or even try to require      
anything that could be dire
thought in your heart be a riot
all of this shit so worthwhile
you know this shit is a trial
above your head by a mile
the goal to be versatile




It Might Be the Time

http://www.reddit.com/r/makinghiphop/comments/2q7sfs/cypher_vol_51_2014_all_emcees_welcome_to_spit/

Beat by Jameson: https://soundcloud.com/prodbyjameson/the-champ

Lyrics: 
Cut from a different cloth from the beginning
had a couple hardships in mah upbringing
this is what I'm spitting
in the last inning, 
far as I can tell this game be mad winning

was a gymnast for years up on that podium
slots two and three beneath me, salty from sodium
took a page from Busta, hit the deck and broke my neck, uhh
but I recoupe like a mothafucka, duh 


i could roll with this a little bit quicker from these days I know
hit it high with a couple versatile flows
every single day I really wanna get in gold
i don't know bout everybody else, but we wanna know

     
what bout me? what bout me every single day
what bout me? they watch your every move and play     
what bout me? they wanna know just how you slay 
try and live a life full of da shit without naivette

no really, hurting is mad silly, 
flowin' like free willy
got rid of my achillies
but I, don't worry
life just rolls out in flurries,
this is part of my own story 
and for me, it seems like glory


My Cut [Prod. Jameson]

Reddit 2015 Cypher 09 - The 90's

Lyrics: 

Nostalgia is a Luke warm goddess from the other side
Corraling all the best times and mixin with the lies
Realty's a grayscale, not ever do or die
We all buy into bias, I challenge to divide

The simple shit from yesteryear 
Yessir
grows brighter still and ever clear
Ya heard? 
A tomogochi here and there
Say what
Was all I needed just to care
Nu uh

Grab a nerf gun we gunning for that fun run, 
Mouth full of funions, up late trying to function
Nick at night grooming me for style and action, 
before adult swim up and brought satisfaction

And not cash nor, ass, nor the knowledge of grass
Was a characteristic of the time that I passed
More like rocko's modern life and rugrats for life
No joke, no strife, nothing felt contrived


Grayscale (prod. dewaldo)

Night Zombies Lyrics

Look atchyu coming through, 
Look atchyu crying too, 
Look atchyu humans you looming towards a misconstrued, attitude, 
Subdued survival hunger, 
Sometimes you wonder if
Everything's funner if
You take us, embrace us, become us, some hate us, just give me a nibble
Get wit it, fuck nimble
We're slow, methodical,
Groaning be audible
not quite adorable, more so deplorable
Satan says, huggable, loveable, quotable
Unlike you humans who are quite intolerable
Don't you be hollering, that be our job my friend
My friend, ha! Didn't mean that, naw
Y'all be like cattle that don't need a prod.
Y'all just a gaggle of meat, oh your God
Y'all can't be battling me or my squad
Open wounds, staggered cadence
Liqui-dated, insti-gating
Moaning, groaning, I bite you you cloning
My gang be the only conversion-ing homies
Yes sir we only, ever so honngry
Trip up, get caught, be too slow and we own you
Look dude, this tic tac toe is more tick tock too
Ticking time bomb fool, explosive  meat fondue

Chorus:
Dead as night, we are black riders
Z for zed, we're Hell's lamplighters
Aim for the head, y'all need advisors
Last human thread, undead be brighter


I make smoothie shakes with your internal organs
eat all of the christians, Muslims Mormons
Don't ever stop, yah my stomach be gorging
What is my origin? Virally disciplined? 
Nu-cu-lear energy, yah that's encouraging. 
See, I don't stop til I pop off your top and I rock that gray matter, wear your brain like mad hatter
No I won't hear your chatter, your pleas and your banter
Cuz you see mothafucka I'm the undead commander

You can grab your pistols and your machetes
may cost me an arm and a leg but I'm ready
Aim your gun steady
Shoot me, confetti
You could shred us to bits like a true undead medley
Limbless not harmless yah you heard me correctly
We'll covet your children, your wife and your Bentley
When I dawn this new helmet, ain't nothing can end me! 

Chorus:
Dead as night, we are black riders
Z for zed, we're Hell's lamplighters
Aim for the head, y'all need advisors
Last human thread, undead be brighter

Outro

Night Zombies (Prod. Tor & Sufjan Stevens)

I've Trained is a throwback track from A$AP Rocky's 1Train Instrumental off of Long Live A$AP. 

Lyrics: 

Open minds with chemistry or philosophy,
you could say I'm on that roll, call me socrates
Moral discussions see, ethics in function
Hyper-production, that's what I sanction
My cerebral thoughts can't be housed by no mansion
Take it from me, I'm badder than the baddest Cranston
Humor that shit, yeah you know that be the action
living in peril if i didn't have this passion

Take it from me I live without retreat
footsteps pound on the street i call beats
Perspective switching, high mind hitting
Dopamine, serotonin, uptake inhibition

If you'd like to quit your bitchingyou could always turn to pills
Or pull the hard route and learn a couplegoddamncoping skills
I prefer the tall order of developing powers
Yes I will hoard em, hold em, further grow them into flowers

Bring it out to a conclusion just like Ender's Game
spit it hard for your contusion and as you grab a bit of blame
Never the same, new bitty, new dame, bring the rain
spanish peanut, cashew, almonds just to cancel the plain
throw in... some nutty goodness just to ignite the flame
Feeling the pain I bring the thunder for your turbulent brain
Here comes the RAIN!Mothafucka!
Go 'head call me the train!
Melodies and frequencies bump because I fuckin' trained

Stress free environment
Motherfuck the fame
till it falls into the frame
On its own accord,
unplanned, unsubscribed, just real, unbribed
once it's arrived, you can't kick that shit outside
it can be smooth, un contrived, free flowing uncouth
rarely get a chance to undo dat shit, haters threw
this way, that way, maybe even atchyu
See, don't misconstruecuz I am a positive dude
What you think?
Just dig a tunnel deep and uncover the truth?
you know this flow the kind of loot that I can snag up in a booth
I'mma rip and get it get it as I raise upon this roof
Let me just posit positivity with no vibes that make you blue



You're over stuffed like an ambitious turkey, high Malarky, you puff and pivot like a turn key
Lock pick yourself up don't get substituted
Under rooted, solve for problems
Proverbs pave the roofing
Under the moon beams
I'm as Biblical as Ice cream
Prefer to smite like Walter White,
Ricen!
Walter White lightning,
bright like some highbeams
Miracle mile baby
I'm so flexible it's crazy
In the matter mind up in this mode
hat tricks galore when I get in the zone
hit it like I'm on this flow,
know it fo sho
know that I'm up on a roll
everyone ready to blow
harder than gold
harder than a mineral
as I flock as a rock to the lockup and clock into seminal visceral flow





Feeling supreme, I'm telling you it must be
Golden compass, taking up guiding me
I hold it up this way, that way laterally
Circumscribe my way up, take it Conveniently
Collateral contingency
congregant in the metaphors
Hyperbolic honesty
Coming perpendicular
Left right anglin'
the flowers in the corridor
after last night
yeah, I know that you'd be feelin' sore
You don't know me, you, you don't know me
Even I don't know me
Introspective nature
that's what I would wager
Be the insight guiding my light even though I'm still just standing here and feeling like a stranger


I've Trained

I love Chipotle a little more than most...

Intro: 
I feel like... like in this day and age, the "Ode" has gone out of style --- the literary device where we throw down a bunch of passion, hype, and energy into the shit that fuels us. That fire. That everyday life stuff. And odes are dope... so I made this...

chorus:
What is it you need and what is it you wanna eat?
Chipotle all day, chipotle all day
What is it you need and what is it you wanna eat?
Chipotle all day, all day, all day
X3

verse 1: 

Conjure up some culture
on this hunger juncture 
know that for my function to maximize in structure
need a heavy punch to puncture through all this discomfort
and it ain't no wonder
stomach loud as thunder, 
only thing to muster
an effective hunger buster
is myself sufficiently steppin on a Chipotle hustle
No fasting,
cuz dis massive
Burrito's asking
imma ingest 'im
This ain't simple sustenance
Nor nutrition
This the full experience
extra exquisite  
this is basic wisdom
it's a simple system
Big C ain't for missing
get up out the kitchen

farm space and places, guac rolls and cases, cheese grates, a favorite
black water, black beans, green mean, fighing machine,
nothing for free,
let us convene, baby it's me,  big C

Chorus:

Double double, toil and trouble
Double meat, foil, stomach set to boil
Feeling full and royal/
my loyalty is total,
Physically be local but mentality be global/
Colloquially whole, fill, maybe even orbital/
wrap it up in gold, maybe get rhetorical
Oracle ordering/
Chipotle be the king/
Evee be endlessly
Devouring everything/
Get the fajita, I need a
Couple burritos to beat a
meter click as I'm feeding
Finish it up no reheating
No doggy bag and no regrets
want to drag it it and test
got the fucking answer yes
quessrito be da best
it's all id probably need for the rest Of my life
don't knock it yet
Conceptually perfect
in form and function
I always feel an irking
When I miss my luncheon
I feel at that dysfunction

chorus

Quest quest Question
Reckless invention
Get so full gonna need another mega   pension
Gaining mad dimensions
Stomach be ascending
Ooo my God I'm bending
At the knee from ending
This meal I do be tending
To complete from start to finish
Its a mission a vision,
Chipotle be the new kitchen
Quality and quantity
Perfect in their community
crushing hunger is a tendency
Never let me down, never failing, never confined
My happiness is what's derived
all my skills combined
Collective signs
Myself be fine, yup, right on time, on time
Clocks, watches, sun dials, analogue and digital
I know I skipped a step if I think life's too difficult
A little satirical, chipotle's my umbilical
Nutritional and unequivocable
Statistical happiness
comes from a couple bites of this
quesadilla burrito wish list
Oh my God, I'm hitting this
Mhh, damn, fuck man
I'm a damn Chipotle Stan

Beat Used: Hopsin's Nocturnal Rainbows Instrumental 


BIG C [Ode to Chipotle]

Spartacus is a celebration of vulgarity and authenticity. The first season is blood and sand, with quick witted tongues and orgies, masterful manipulation and political forays, and then it elevates and honors self by improving steadily until the epic finale during the third season. The Starz show not only manages to appeal to all senses, but it weaves up a story of brotherhood, glory, the whims of the elite, the oppression of those under heel, and it showcases no greater story of escape from the under the shadow of Rome. It’s pretty much my favorite show of all time. 

Here is the inspiration from everyone’s homeboy, Gannicus: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKcsVS1_o2g

Under the lyrics is my fleshed out review, so peep that and see what makes Spartacus valuable on multiple levels. 

Instrumental used: 300 Voices by RoryYo: https://soundcloud.com/roryyo
The man deserves many props. 

Lyrics:

Blood… blood… blood.… 

Chorus:X2

Blood rains down from an angry throne
My cock rages on, my cock rages on
blood rains down from an angry sky
My cock rages high, my cock rages high
---
Set mind to fucking purpose and seize some fucking glory!
For even the suckling pig you are can understand this story
Blurry from wine and devoid of any of that mourning
Your penchance for that swine makes for some of the grandest oratory
For I stand the man himself, Spartacus here before you
Take a fist and see it strike the ground with glory that is quite true
Do not lambast as if the last man to live vastly or undo
Prior grievance of a master, Dominus you ask we answer
With blood…

Chorus X2

Next come clasp your hands for bliss, I’m Gannicus from B's Ludas
Parting heads from bodies, Aphrodite hugs my own denarii
Jupiter's cock! You Gauls and Thracians get prepared for decimation
Why are you waiting? Take this maxim
Befitting satisfaction, your own actions
Litigious in stacking, a spear and a napkin
Like a lambskin, B for brethren
Let Gods begin a start to an end
To slaves fallen before you, yes you rivet and you tackle
But you fall upon this anvil, your body will mangle
Your soul’s lost its angle, but take this sword handle
And THRUST with a Capual [Capua the city of Spartacus] lingering blood flow

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-----Full length Spartacus review-----

After Spartacus’ incendiary series finale the other night, my mind simply would not give way to invading thoughts. It festered, reeling at the thought of Spartacus, the man, the depiction, the show, and its abundant glories. I could not have predicted my experiences with Spartacus beginning the journey (without provocation or recommendation, mind you) 4 years back, but on too many levels to count, the voyage has been revelatory. I shall hereby, attempt to articulate the many values that Starz’ Spartacus has revealed to me, and may reveal to others.
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A Grueling Beginning

Any viewer will likely agree in the distastefulness, clumsiness, and missteps of the premier entry to the series. Episode 1, the Red Serpent, is the much-needed de-virginizing to Spartacus’ beginning, yet shown with tactlessness and paired with an ear of corn. It’s straight cheddar, and it knows it. The effects, the dialogue, the acting, and the motivations are wafer-thin for a series. What the audience has to cherish is camp, and it arrives in spades. We also see the potential of its core values that are further expanded upon.

We see the show is willing to accept criticism of vulgar content, and relishes in it. We see ample nudity unbefitting for even an R-rating, we see not-even-remotely realistic blood and gore effects, and wade through lines of painful dialogue delivered through gritted teeth. Only the label of guilty pleasure can stand here, with the label of “class” unraveling upon entering the house of Batiatus.

If one is not deterred from the first episode, know that the second proves more enticing, yet still with many faults. The dialogue begins to form shape, crafting its own linguistic style that is both ingenious in its vulgarity as in its quotability and appeal to metaphor. The SFX do not improve until much later, but the themes of combat, brotherhood, and noble ideals begin to appear. A viewer here is still unsure of the show’s prowess.

By Episode 4, a spectator should know the nature of the show, with its uncompromising vision to Rome, immersion, and the life of a Lanister. The first season’s story arc takes time to blossom, but that time is well rewarded. *Spartacus himself is a naïve, foolish, and stubborn man before episode 7. Every action twists arm of viewer and forces anger to bud. Without hesitation, Spartacus is quite possibly the most bull-headed protagonist in any show up until around episode 8 or so.

This of course, is one of the most rewarding aspects of the entire arc of the show. Spartacus yet manages to remove head from ass and listens to the words of Jupiter himself. When he finally accepts the name of Spartacus, as Andy so vehemently portrays in the Arena, the audience does as well.

The show, quite literally, gets better in every aspect during its tenure. SFX, nudity, content, violence, plot, character manipulation, motivation of action, dialogue, props, set pieces, cinematography, envelope-pushing… all the way through the bitter end, the show matures before our eyes. If a fan pays tribute and honors the show, the show returns glory ten-fold.
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Immersion, understanding Rome, history, and an uncompromising vision

History books, while flawed in their own ways, are exceptional semantic representations of our world. We can understand, and know the course of events as if blessed by the Gods themselves. Yet no matter how many times we can read about the horrors of war, the atrocities of slavery, or the true representation of objectifying people, nothing compares to the visual splendor and realism of Spartacus. It is both highly stylized and yetrealized. It fills in gaps in understanding the way no history book can do. While it takes some liberties with historical accounts, it’s also accurate in its depiction of major events, leaving skilled writers to fill the gaps with creativity and fiction – all grounded in believability as the show progresses.

No other show, or medium for that matter, showcases slavery in such a way. The caste system of Rome has never before breathed in such a way, with 40+ hours of an immersive, fully-fledged world created for us, the fans/audience. The moment you see Batiatus engaging in complex conversation with Lucretius, his wife, whilst being pleasured by a slave in a manner too casual to understand, while topless slaves stand idly by as props,not people, is the moment you begin to sense and acknowledge the social shackles of servitude within Rome.

Everyone in the show answers to someone of a higher status, and everyone is an object of another’s will. The dialogue is centered around these ideals, as are the actions, and the motivations. The show pulls no punches in its depictions of such things, and in fact revels in the vulgarity of it. Protagonists bare full-frontals, main characters are torn apart before our eyes, and the words “Jupiter’s Cock” bellow from many a mouth. What we’re left with is a sense of awe and directness, refreshing in its portrayal, and ever pleasing to the primal senses.

Not only are we capable of teleporting to ancient Rome to view such atrocities, our head is held fixed upon the sights. Our minds forced upon considerations of tolerance, oppression, status, and the world we live in presently; the show is for all intents and purposes uncompromising and authentic. What at first rings of “guilty pleasure” in its nudity, vulgarity, and violence becomes a staple of authenticity. The character we grow to love and cherish become fully realized and personal in acts of intimate love, or acts of intimate death.
________________________________________
Interlacing the motif; succeeding as a series

From my own personal philosophy, I contest movies can rarely compare in emotional investment and trauma to that of a show. 40 hours of living with a character clearly trumps the minute, fragmented investment of a feature length film. In Spartacus, every character, every villain, every action is seeping with tense, well-crafted end goals.

Each demise of hero a true scar upon psyche, and each destruction of villain a victory felt within heart; I cannot recall a singular episode where I failed to feel a catharsis, often experiencing the intimate pleasures on screen vicariously more viscerally than any other medium yet held dear. From the heart-pounding glory of the arena came actual cheers and clenched fists, to the tear-stricken eyes of a lost friend felt as if true Brother had fallen, to the relishing of conniving ploy used to gain political advantage, this show is a textbook when it comes to infusing emotion in a viewer. To be blunt, the writing and dialogue are excellent beyond comprehension - a notion unbelieved when juxtaposed to the clunkiness of the first 4 or 5 episodes of Season 1 (there are 3.5 seasons, .5 belonging to a well-received prequel showcasing Gannicus, my personal favorite character anywhere).

One of the most impressive and as-of-yet unconventional depictions of homosexuality is also present throughout. In the presence of large hulking men, the machismo never waivers and is simultaneously juxtaposed with impassioned scenes of men loving one another. They are not abundant, with usually one or two couples per season, but I've not laid eyes upon a show that depicts a homosexual relationship as something so casual yet non-stereotypically masculine and in line with the nature of the times. It never elevates or segregates these relationships, but showcases equal footing. Such elements are worthy of respect.

We see true character and developmental arcs in this series in a way that is incomparable to other envisionings. From the Ludas of Batiatus in its downfall, to its prequel-granted rising, to the fleeing from the republic, to the battles on the fields of the damned, the protagonists, antagonists, and side-plots develop the story and immersion in magnificent spectacle. With every minor victory, the filming places catharsis on a pedestal, and pretty much makes the viewer raise arm to the heavens in pure ecstasy (or at least was mine and friends’ reaction, on a weekly scale).
________________________________________
Overcoming difficulties; the Loss of a Star
Perhaps this is one causal reason why Fans of the show are so honored by it: the protagonist of Season 1, Andy Whitfield, does not come back for Season 2. His bout with cancer unfortunately took his life before continuing with the filming of another season. Such delay and drama would destroy most shows, yet somehow, his replacement, Liam, managed not only to stay afloat atop such lofty expectations, but exceled in soaring above them.

To be honest, I suspected the show was destined for failure when Andy died. Not only was it a blow fictionally to the character, but to life itself and my unrecognized love of the actor. It led me to watching behind the scenes footage, loving the show in a whole new light. For a show that highlights the glory of final decision, in death, the passing of Andy intertwined the show with his glory. It’s quite difficult to watch a show and sequester personal beliefs in hopes of positioning oneself into the structure of intolerance. To fulfill role and imagine oneself in the shoes of Batiatus, Glabur, Ashur, or Crassus, is a feat of philosophical difficulty. To look upon the people on screen as objects, to view the human beings as nothing more than tools is a complete necessity in understanding the motivations of all involved. What appears on a surface level as softcore porn and gratuitous violence is the most immersive lesson on the subjects of Brotherhood, slavery, justifying action, and status no history book could really teach.
To add to its luster by being highly polished, complex, and cinematographic only stands to elevate Spartacus’ position in the annuls of film and media.

TL;DR
Spartacus is a triumph on various levels. A surface level joy with ample nudity and savage violence, it satisfy primal needs for lust and blood and never waivers in showcasing joyful pleasures on screen, while the ears rejoice in complex dialogue begging to be repeated. Visuals and audio satiate while the mind finds comfort and challenge in delving deeper into analytical thought of the ideologies, maxims, and motivations of developing characters, based on such an anarchistic time-period. Devotees are rewarded with ever-improving direction and narrative, as the body and heart itself of every viewer is elevated ferociously in the regaling of such a tale. To endure full-lengths’ journey is to endure voluptuous ranges of emotion, horrible and glorious alike. I implore anyone with mature mind and desire to see spirits soar partake in magnificent media: For Spartacus!



My Cock Rages On

What started as a resolution is now just me vibing.

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