Los Angeles
UCLA
Girls Dorm 2nd Floor
I don’t want you and I don’t need you
Don’t bother to resist, Ill beat you
They’d arrived at night and started school immediately. Charlie, with her starch white hair and cinnamon colored skin, had immediately drawn attention. Less than in New York since LA folks were generally rapped up in their own thoughts. Her roommate Wen Cheun, a Taiwanese immigrant, became fast friends despite most peoples beliefs that she would request another room. Wen was around 5”6 with an athletic build and burgundy-ish brown hair. She invited Charlie to “The Room” which was the basement of The Girl’s Dorm that was sound proofed and had been converted into a secret kind of Live House.
Its not your fault that you’re always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
With her features Charlie might be mistaken for her mothers twin sister. She had a younger birdy look since she’d chopped off most of her hair in as she’d heard her mother had on a trip the X-Men had taken to Japan once. Her hair was generally kept glossy and slicked to the side like Ricky Ricardo’s from “I Love Lucy”. The only real difference other than her hair style was the tattoo’s she had all over her body. She was arty by nature and got a new tattoo every 3 weeks. Oh, and of course the makeup! She wore a grotesque amount of black eyeliner, so much so that her eyes resembled those of a toothy wolf hunting down it’s lunch.
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
Its all relative to the size of your steeple
Anrie on the other hand hadn’t been received so well. In fact he’d been in six fights with boys on his dorm floor in two days! His roommate included. His face was round and soft featured, his lips shaped like a bow, his eyebrows thin and mischievous looking, his figure lean and a bit androgynous. He was mostly well tempered but enjoyed fighting and egging others on. (wonder were he got that from J ) He rarely doesn’t wear the collar Charlie gave him for his 17th birthday and that apparently didn’t sit well with the football players he shares a floor with. He wasn’t exactly intimidating since he stood at around 5”5 and it didn’t help that he was always latched onto Charlie who stood at 6”1 without shoes on.
You cant see the forest for the trees
You cant smell
Your own shit on your knees
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
His hair was a dark reddish brown with the pieces over his forehead being ghostly white. He wore it curly with just enough hair product that in never fell into his vision. He and Charlie could often be seen wearing the same outfit in different colors. So when Charlie’s roommate invited her to The Room it was no exception. They showed up in dark washed pencil legged jeans, white button down long sleeved shirts, and black polished riot boots. Charlie wore black suspenders while Anrie wore red ones with yellow pin stripes.
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Anrie: Damn how long is this line gonna take?!
Charlie: We’ve been standing here for all of three minuets!
Anrie; No way it’s been like an hour!
Charlie: Spud, just ace the lines.
Wen: It does take a while to get in sometimes. It’s worth it though. Tonight it’s crowded cause The Distillers and some high school novelty band. Word going around the alt. scene is they’re going to be the next best thing after Nirvana and U2 maybe even bigger. I forget they’re name though. I’ve never heard them play so this should be good.
Anrie: Oh shit! I love The Distillers!
Wen: Fist, though they’re going to have a few campus bands play. I think we’ll get in, in time to here this band called Jack Off Jill. I’ve heard they’re pretty awesome.
If you live with apes, man, its hard to be clean
There’s no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way
The worms will live in every host
Its hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
Its as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism
Will take it away
The beautiful people (8x)
15 minuets later. . .
The stage lights up and the crowd get’s quiet and the lights start to dim and turn a grungy purple. On stage three girls are present. One has long Lolita black hair and thick black makeup, the other is blond and has a perfectly cut bang that covers her forehead, the other has burgundy hair that hangs bone straight to her waist. The guitarst startes a wailing riff and the music begins.
when i am queen i will insist with perfect scars upon my wrists
that everything u once held dear is taken away from u
when i am queen sweet girlscout's face and not a one will fall from grace
if all their hearts i could replace, but until then i'll have to....
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown
when i am queen on a royal throne made out of parts of broken bones
of all the devils i have known that suck the angels dry
when i am queen i'll have my way i'll make it drowning dollie day
and all the tears that we have cried will suck back into our eyes
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown
hush baby hush baby
hush baby go to sleep
hush baby hush baby
hush baby i'll make it be
when i am queen i will not wait my body type will still be great
i will not leave it up to fate because i hate u too
when i am queen they all will see the patron saint of self-ingury
the glitter sores will heal themselves i'll play the part of someone else
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown
Applause erupts from all around as the kinderwhore band leaves the stage. The next band fronted by a girl receives screams of applause and fists in the air as they do a quick sound check. The instant the music starts Wen, Charlie, and Anrie find themselves swept into a full dance floor mosh.
no more coquettish look on your face
not so much pretty ugly but you’re in your place
hide behind your man don’t dare to think for you
keep your claws off me as i walk on through, don’t you glare
I’m not the kind of girl who will just pull on your hair
i wont be through till you’re blue
damn man come on and sell your seconds
no one can make ya make ya break ya
anyway i will break ya, they’ll crown me
never used to harm noone no matter what the reason
now you drug your grave and its bitch hunting season
smiling madly honey when i see you
around biding my time till i can get you on the ground
its not my plan to steal your man
its a pitiful sight that’s hard to stand
i guess i don’t get a clue
so just step your ass aside
and let me walk on fucking through
damn man come on and sell your second
no one can make you do anything
anyway anyway ill make you they’ll crown me
Anrie: Fuck Yeah! I love Distillers!
Wen: Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Charlie: Yeah! Fuckin’ Yeah! Yeah!
Charlie had earplugs in so that her ultra sensitive ears could enjoy the music without her ears bleeding. She loved a good mosh! It was fun to be violent and celebrated for the amount of bruises you gave someone else. The smell of sweaty bodies didn’t even bother her, she was euphoric. Anrie had been lifted up and was crowd surfing. He ended up being set down right in front of the stage as the next band came on stage.
The Black girl in front of the mic wore glasses with thick black rims, her hair pulled back in a pony tail with two locks left out that curled a bit and framed her face, a white shirt with Bikini Kill in bright red across her breasts, medium blue washed pencil jeans that looked well broken in, and a pair of scuffed black Chuck Taylor’s with dirty shoe strings. She was rather unimpressive. The guitarist was a Latino girl with a Beatle type bowl hair cut. Her guitar was a pale purple Stratocaster that contrasted with her neon green skinny jeans. Her shoes and shirt were both bright yellow. The bassist was a darker skinned Asian girl with amber eyes, her shirt read “I’m out of my mind right now but feel free to leave a message”, her pants were light washed cotton skinny jeans, they had tears over the knee caps and were slightly to big so her brief’s elastic waistband showed. The white shirt she wore had Guerilla Radio printed in bold black letters going across her stomach. She wore scuffed brown riot boots with yellow lady bug shoestrings. She wore her hair in thin long dark brown dreadlocks that fell past her waist. The drummer was a Native American girl with the same outfit as the bassist except her shirt background was green and the words were in white and her shoestrings were plain purple. Her hair was wavy, chopped short, and brushed to the left out of her eyes held there with a clip shaped like a happy face.
The girl took the mic slowly and announced in a small kind of quiet voice that they were called “The W.A.R. Association” (Women As Rulers, I want to name the band I hope to join W.A.R.) and announced they were going to do two Rage Against The Machine covers. There were a few protests and a few people walked out or began ignoring the girls on stage before the guitarist began the opening line to the first song.
Ughh! hey you, its just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey you, its just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-one, two three and
Its just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin that they can fake this
But Im gonna drop it at a higher level
cause Im inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk hos that
Think they run the game
But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete at a level thats obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny
Charlie: Wow. . .
The girl had a hole new persona as she bobbed her head and body across the stage. Charisma flowed out of her. The guitarist had her eyes closed as she tapped on her petals to get the guitar to shriek like a Dj. The drummer banged against the drums like she’d done it a million times and had a huge goofy smile plastered across her face as she hit every note perfectly. The bassist stood atop her speakers and rocked back and fourth against her bass as she played it between her legs as if the music it made was an erotic experience.
The people that had begun to ignore them stood with their mouths open as the girls blazed on ignoring the crowd.
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch em burn
With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch em burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
It goes a-one, two, three
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere
With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch em burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Anrie: You go petite!
The crowd bobbed and pogoed as the sweating girls finished the first song of their set.
Euurrrggghhhhh!
Uggh! hey you, its just another bombtrack...
Check it out...
Yes you’re gonna burn!
Burn!
Manic applause erupted from the whole room as the once unimpressive girl hung her head back and breathed unevenly for a few minuets before taking the mic off the stand for a second time. The song begun and the room swelled past capacity as people got infected with the groove of the “novelty” that was The W.A.R. Association.
Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back, like it wasnt no thing
I punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
Yo z you was packin? you know was strapped
Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my lee denim
They kept coming, just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But Im on track, like a long island train
That can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like luther vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Givin best wishes to the best mc
And when the spot is blown and yo you know its me
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin
Because Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Coolin at a party, no better yet disco
Head feelin mellow from a bottle of cisco
Move...
To crush and fry a sucker mc like crisco
Gimme the cue, check one two
Dont try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
You treatin me the z to the d, like a stepchild
Let me tell you homeboy youre livin foul
Mcs, you know who you are
On the bandwagon why z? cuz you a star
This is the year when the jokers are wild
When a fag cant hack it and try to bite your style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I start cappin
But for now, since everythings calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin
Cmon
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because Im housin
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
Undisclosed Location
???: Haaaaahahahhahhahahahaha (evil laugh) The time has come children and this time their will be no escape. Have your fun now because soon very soon you will be no more.
Guess who? I hate cliff hangers so I’ll tell you. It’s Mr.Sinister, my second favorite villain. He’s come to have fun with the third generation of X-ers. That includes those I haven’t mentioned yet. I’m actually going to get into the story I’ve thought up. Oh and it’ll have Ro and Lo and all the first geners as well. R&R please. I guess. Lol.
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