The Circularity of Damaged Relationships

Kiss me, feel the fireworks, watch the sky/I make you smile, but you’d rather have what makes you cry.

-Tupac Shakur (Jon B ‘Are You Still Down’)

Disclaimer: I’m not even supposed to be writing about this shit. Snugg and Q Double, this is more of their thing. There are plenty of dumb things out there happening right now that I, Q. Busy, could be ridiculing, satirizing or making fun of. But instead I’m here. Writing ANOTHER an article about—of all things—relationships.

To all of our faithful readers, yes, all three of you, I apologize in advance if this comes across as redundantnessousity (word I just made up). But this topic gives us SO fuckin much material that I don’t think it’ll ever tire upon us.

Q Double:

Whatever son, just hurry the hell up. It’s just about time you returned with a proper article. That “Relationships and Gum” shit barely even qualified as a tweet.

Q. Busy:

Fuck off. Tweet deez nigga.

Both:

@IncScribes

So sit back, relax, catch a contact, sip ya Cognac.

I present to you.

The Circularity of Damaged Relationships

Death Jam

By Q. Busy

"Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives." -A. Sachs

Can't eat ribs. That'll kill ya. Can't have raw sex. That'll kill ya. Can't take a quiet stroll on a Summer's night. Some crazy white man will gut you and strangle you with your own intestines and then rape your empty eye sockets.

And then they'll kill ya.

Can't cheat on your man. He'll kill ya. But we gon' all die one day anyway right? Can't smoke. That'll kill ya. Can't drank. That'll kill ya. I mean what the fuck?! This some ole bullshit. Pretty soon stickin a gun to your head and pullin the trigger gon be able to kill you too...

..Wait.

Uh oh, you should've run that yellow light instead of stopping. And now at this next intersection an escaped pack of rhinos is waiting to anally abuse you with their giant erect tusks. Too bad, so sad.

I'm just sayin. Every damn thing can kill you. Anybody...name the most harmless activity you can think of, and I'll tell you how it can kill you. Don't worry, I'll wait.

And that all life is: A laugh here, and a nut there. But all it REALLY is, is a chain of events in which your ass was fortunate to avoid death.

Sure...today it's all good. But tomorrow that nigga that you refused a dance with at the End-of-the-Year 5th grade dance may just pop out of your bushes as you're entering your crib and stab yo ass

.

See what I'm sayin? All that shit matters.

Many people spend such a substantial portion of their lives working a job that they don't like, to afford things that they don't need, to impress people that they can't stand. What a tragic waste of something so special, so finite as the only life you'll ever get. I don't know about you all, but I love ME too much to not pursue all of my goals, passions, and ambitions before my number is called. I encourage you all to do the same.

I guess what I'm ultimately tryna say is: Life wants you dead. And whether you're ready or not, when it's your time to go, it's your time to go.

But life doesn't always hafta win, you could always just kill yo'self.

Outbreak

DISCLAIMER: This news article is not an attack on the South. Just dumb sons of bitches in general. The author is actually from S.C. Still…kill yourself if you can’t take a joke.

OUTBREAK

By: Q. Busy

Contributions By: Matrix

"Fuck the dopeboy shit, to me it's played out/You still livin' wit ya moms runnin' ya mouth." -Rapper 'Matrix' on "Section 8 Anthem"

A virus has infiltrated and begun making its way through a small town in the upstate portion of the state of South Carolina. Officials are warning residents of Fountain Inn to be wary of the IaNR virus.

Uncharacteristic of many viruses, this particular strand of agent can be clearly seen without the aid of a light microscope and may easily replicate without being inside the living cells of another organism.

Early reports of those who have sighted the virus say that the virus normally travels in numbers of ten or more and are highly attracted to: tacky over-modified old automobiles, public displays of ignorance, and large wads of rubberbanded one-dollar bills.

Battle Cry

By: QBusy

“There is no spoon.” –Neo

Incredulous. Scribes.

Incredulous…….incredulous…I

Incredulous?

Okay so ‘Scribes’ is easy enough, akin to ‘script', which involves writing. SUBscribe, DEscribe, INscribe. Moreover, seeing as this is a blog that one isn’t too hard to figure out.

scribe n. - A writer or journalist.

If you are an able-minded adult with an internet connection who didn’t know that one then you have a rocky road ahead of you here at I.S.—go on and kill yoself now, but not before deleting your browsing history. We don’t want a loved one to find this post open near your body and be named as an accessory to your suicide.

But what is this ‘Incredulous’ of which we speak? Glad you asked.

in·cred·u·lous adj. - unwilling to admit or accept what is offered as true; skeptical

So what then? Skeptical Writers?

Well…yeah.

Skeptical. Cynical. Paranoid. Smug. Self-righteous. Offensive. Outrageous. And maybe even a little dangerous…okay A LOT dangerous.

Actually we came VERY close to naming our beloved blog ‘Dangerous Scribes’ but then we figured some of you all would get it confused with—or even worse, figure it was inspired by—the movie ‘Dangerous Minds’. And that would be disastrous, because we all know that that movie sucked so much ass.

And yes Coolio, you fucking suck as well. But don't worry, you always did. Just take a little comfort in the thought of someone out there knowing that you still exist.

Anyway, where were we?

Yes...skeptical/incredulous. "Unwilling to admit or accept what is offered as true." NOT that which has been proven to be true, but what is OFFERED as true. In short, we march to the beat of our own drum kit over here. Free thought, open expression, unpopular opinions and thinking outside of the box is the basis upon which this blog was founded.

Jam-packed full of comedy, commentary, controversy and critiques, and boasting a mob of pissed-off writers from the Rotten Apple, Michigan and all the way to the Dirty South, “Incredulous Scribes” has arrived, and we got a lot of shit of our mind…U Mad??

Drop by and kick it with us often won't you.