Tag Archives: hip-hop

Down & Out in Kruezberg, Berlin or; The Three-Day Fuck-it-All Challenge!


It’s me! I’m back again! I know I keep bailing on writing these things this year (my last post was June 26th) but I have a legitimate reason for this one taking so long, but it’s not a short tale to tell. Well, it might be but I know it will take a long, long time to write as I’m on an 8 year old Mac that shuts down every ten-or-so minutes and it’s really frustrating for me. It doesn’t play music, it doesn’t play videos, it sometimes tells me it can’t run one program at a time. One is too much for it and it just goes “fuck it” and crashes. What is a stroke of luck though is that I’m currently really sick with a chest cold which has fucked my sleeping pattern up and I’m currently quiting smoking so this laptop has picked the time I’m at my most “chillax” to be the bain of my existence. I’ve hardly punched anything (walls, desks, my own thighs) all evening.

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Ich Bin Ein Berliner, Self-Harming & Bringing Rap Back.


Oh, hello! How are you all? It’s been a while since anything happened in The “Wonderful” World of (Spencer) Miles Lloyd, hasn’t it? I bet you were hoping I had died, weren’t you? Well guess what! Fuck you! I didn’t die and I’llĀ never die. I cut some of my thumb off, though. Nearly bled to death. Check it!

Silly me.

This was after just 3 hours of consistent bleeding!

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Flapping my Dick at Strangers or; A Helping Hand for Vanilla Ice


Well, hello there! Long time no see. How do you do? Really? That’s pretty cool. I wish I had done that. I didn’t though. Instead I’ve been filling my days with other things. Such as skateboarding and watching documentaries. I’m watching one now called Biggie and Tupac. It’s pretty interesting. Like, did you know Tupac was black? I know right! Crazy. I’ve also been doing a show with Arthur Smith. Arthur Smith Sings Leonard Cohen vol. 2 it’s called. My part was to dance onto stage wearing a Leonard Nemoy mask and playing the accordion, all while nude, flapping my junk at whoever was sat in the front row. The Telegraph called my unclothed, sculpted body “eye-popping” which is pretty good, depending on how you look at it. I’m going to start using that review when I hit on girls. “Hey,” I’ll tell them, “The Telegraph called my naked body eye-popping. Would you like to see for yourself?” But like I’ve gone over in posts before I’m very bad at reading women, so even if they did reply with a “yes” I’d probably just Google the review to show them, then go home alone and sulk while I wank.

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Hip-Hop, Filth and A Bit More Filth


Morning/Afternoon/Go fuck yourself (delete whatever is most appropriate for you), how are you? I’m good, thanks. Not that you asked. Or maybe you did? I don’t know. I’m not there. I’m here. Listening to a playlist of Macklemore and Dr. Dre, trying to decide which is the better race. My conclusion? Both. Black dudes and white geezers are both allowed to carry on doing hip-hop I have decided. Not sure about the Asians, though. I don’t think I’ve heard any Asian hip-hop, though now I’ve mentioned it I think it’ll be pretty fucking banging. Gorrillaz have a “Chinese New Year” remix of Dirty Harry which is pretty much the same song, just with all Chinese instruments and it’s awesome. Check it out.

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