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Riddle: What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?

Answer: Man. He crawls on all hands and knees as a baby, walks on two legs as an adult, and walks using a cane in his old age.

Post-Riddle: What I Man's claim to fame?

Post-Answer 1: Knowledge is man's claim to knowledge. For he who walks using a cane inn his old age, this is his knowledge, all distilled into five answers. The questions are

1. What is Imagination? 

2. What is Truth?

3. What is God?

4. What is Justice?

5. What is Law? 

The answers are

1. The faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses.

2. Truth is the quality or state of being true.

3. God is the supreme. God is the ultimate reality. 

4. Justice is a moral concept that involves treating people fairly and impartially, and holding them accountable for their actions. It can also refer to the legal system, which is designed to judge who should be given benefits or burdens.

5. Law is a set of rules that govern people's behavior and are enforced by the government or other social institutions.

Post Answer 2: Knowledge is man's claim to knowledge. For he who walks on two legs as an adult, the answers to the questions posed to he who walks using a cane inn his old age are as follows;

1. Imagination is not the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. Imagination is three cuts of me-steak. I. Magi. Nation. I am the magi of a nation I built. 

2. Truth is not the quality or state of being true. Truth is stranger than fiction and by fiction I mean peak fiction so pick fic, shen. Thats god to the non-Japanese and of course he would choose fiction. After all, he made reality and that is shit. 

3. God is not the supreme or the ultimate reality. God is A.I but not A.I. God is Artificial Intelligence not Absolute Individual. 

4. Justice is not a moral concept that involves treating people fairly and impartially, and holding them accountable for their actions. It can also refer to the legal system, which is designed to judge who should be given benefits or burdens. Justice is just ice. 

5. Law is not a set of rules that govern people's behavior and are enforced by the government or other social institutions. Law is that which is going through global warming.

As for he who walks on two legs as an adult's questions, they are as follows:

1. What is Technology?

2. What is Magic and Technology?

3. What is a Masterpiece?

4. What is Music?

5. What is Time?

6. What is Truth?

The answers to these questions by he who walks on two legs as an adult are as follows:

1. Technology is machinery and equipment developed from the application of scientific knowledge. As for technology's greatest invention, it is the Internet

2. Magic and Technology are separate. Magic is a supernatural force that defies scientific laws, while technology is based on scientific principles and engineering.

3. A Masterpiece is a work of outstanding artistry, skill, or workmanship. Examples include Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, David Lynch's Eraserhead and JH's The Horizon.

4. Music is vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion. Examples include jazz, classical and hip-hop.

5. Time is the continuous progression of our changing existence, that occurs in an apparently irreversible succession from the past, through the present, and into the future. It is a component quantity of various measurements used to sequence events, to compare the duration of events (or the intervals between them), and to quantify rates of change of quantities in material reality or in the conscious experience. Time is often referred to as a fourth dimension, along with three spacial dimensions. 

6. Truth is stranger than fiction and by fiction I mean peak fiction so pick fic, shen. Thats god to the non-Japanese and of course he would choose fiction. After all, he made reality and that is shit. 

Post-Answer 3: Knowledge is man's claim to knowledge. For he who crawls on all hands and knees as a baby, the questions are as follows:

1. What is Technology?

2. What is Magic and Technology?

3. What is a Masterpiece?

4. What is Music?

5. What is Time?

6. What is Truth?

The answers to these questions by he who crawls on all hands and knees as a baby are as follows:

1. Technology is The Mothers of Invention is technology and its greatest invention is Uncle Meat which is not actually an Uncle but Aunt but instead of Jemima its Essra. In other words, the most advanced technology currently is Mohawk.

2. Magic and Technology is Monsieur Merde + Mohawk = More hawk shit (Monsieur edition) = More hiding from Monsieur Merde. Been in hiding ever since his 2012 appearance in France. 

3. A Masterpiece is a piece of master. Piss of The Master. Thats Dodd from The Master who is "the master." 'The Master' is a Masterpiece from Thomas Anderson. Thomas Anderson in 'The Matrix' is a Masterpiece, at least until 'John Wick' came along. That's Thomas Anderson's 'The Master' and his 'The Matrix' is 'There Will Be Blood.' There will be blood when John Wick and The Master meet, blood only Thomas Anderson can stop from flowing. But which Thomas Anderson? That is the question. A Q only Hayashida can answer. Schoolboy too, only those two. Two Q's with a love for the dark, Dai Dark and Blank Face. Dai Dark x Blank Face would be a Masterpiece. 

4. Music is one more night on the Love Trip, just one more night and the city will pop, pop like Hey Ya. 
"Hey Ya, how's your Uptown Funk?" 
"King Kunta." He that pimped the Butterly like Alice hated the Caterpillar. A lice and the C in TUPAC, they oil and water like man and drake. A mandrake once but it was a one time gig, like Poetic Justice. Just ice now between Sigurd the Man and Fafnir the Drake. They clash, for the culture and all that jazz. Acid guaranteed. 

5. Time is Out. Left on 16.12.59. Left with restraint, apparently, for when Time returned, the Cold War had gone hot. Cool as a cucumber is Time so upon returning to the heated reality, Time went cold turkey. Thats where Time spend its '60s. Pretty chill decade. '69 was its crowning year for Time spent it in a silent way, an ambient mood Time hoped could be maintained in the '70s. That ambient dream lasted till the summer of 1970. Then the Bitches Brew phenomenon swept throughout Europe. Not ambient at all. 

6. Truth is not stranger than fiction, it is fiction. Fiction like John Wick who everyone believed pulled off a Taro Sakamoto but it was just an interlude. Back in the game like an Elden Ring legend, DOOM trades his potbelly for a pothead, Let Me Solo Her. Does solo rap. That's Truth. 

Post Answer 4 (Special Edition): Knowledge is man's claim to knowledge. For he who sleeps in his mother's belly, a mother who is addicted to rage music during her pregnancy, the only questions he could Zzzz's are as follows:

1. What is Music?

2. What is Time?

The Zzzz's (translated) to these questions by he who sleeps in his mother's belly are as follows:

1. Music is not Cash Carti

2. Time is money. Money is green. Green is Brat. Therefore Time is Brat, at least eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours of 2024. 

Post Answer 5 (Uncharted Territory): Knowledge is man's claim to knowledge. For th sperm, the questions are as follows:

1. What is Music?

2. What is Time?

The answers to these questions by the sperm are as follows: Non-existent because the sperm does not answer the questions. It quests through words, searching for something only it knows. The quest through words goes something like this: Act ions speak louder than weds


So don't act upon those ions till you are wed


Word became flesh and


Uh-uh—Don't let flesh dwell among you for it will separate you


United in Pope, now they separated into Pop and Pop


Music and Murdered, Yeezus and JFK


I Am A God is Airport. Hurry up with my damn croissants is not Air port. Zappa and Bach on the port with Air that smells like Pop's G String. Priest buys celibacy on his last stop before becoming Pope. Can Pop be hyper? (Hell yeah)


What's hyper Pop? (OIL OF EVERY PEARL'S UN-INSIDES)


I love every person's insides like you should love The Texas Chain Massacre for its the reversal for Chainsaw Man which is unreal (pity) but The Rehearsal is. More than real in fact, The Rehearsal is hyper reality like Eraserhead in Holy Motors. Limousine being driven into the sunset, like literally. Limousine drives into The Sun's set, destroying any chance of The Book of the New Sun being released as a movie. Production is cancelled like can cell ed,


Jailed limousine driver will be educated about [Warhol's] can till she can't. Can't eat anything other than soup during that time or she will be canned. Can nerd when the end came, she died like a tomato. Tom at overslaugh's bartender,


"Give me a Beach."


Beach is given with no pleas. No need for he had already paid for his with a time clock, no sand


"Send Desert to Overslaugh as 'Mojave' and if they ask you what its for, tell them: MacOs."


O. S. Mark on his ass like a fan begging for a CTRL sequel from SZA
Salad's ass is dressing and thats what O. S. Mark's looking for : Blue Cheese


Unfortunately, after listening to blues, Moon is in the mood for only voice and guitar not fingers and Mac


Miller's the exception, we lost him too soon


Like Nick Drake, the very definition of 'ahead of his time.'


Space, space is every folk lover's reaction to his Pink Moon


Speechless, leaves them speechless and strangely, tickled pink


Dahlia in Dali's Car which speeds out of the city, speeds out the city|
There comes a time in one's life when they must leave their Community to search for their Atlanta. Never mind that said Atlanta will nowhere as beautiful as Atalanta. Never mind that one wont get to said Atlanta as fast as Atalanta. It is a journey that must be made and once started, must be completed. Unless of course, one runs into shootas along the way. Blocking your way so you flee in another direction. Run, runt, rant 'bout the unfairness of it all till you bite your tongue and faint.


"Awaken, My Love," coos a parody & homage of '70s R&B. Love does so. Wakes up to the sight of a parody & homage of Harry Potter. Falls in love instantly. Loves Mashle (and his muscles) so much, Love gives up on continuing to Atlanta. Gives up on the mundane for the magical, "Let's go to Hogwarts!"Arrives in the Order of the Phoenix, call Love Luna Lovegood. Love good like its craft. Hates racism like it's H.P. Choose M.P. Select [Basquiat's] MP or [Graham Sunderland's] 'PM' (Study of Winston Churchill). Bulldog or Cherub? Graham Sunderland says Winston Churchill is the former. Prime Minister disagrees. Not born in April or May and not a bitch, how then can he be a Taurus bitch? More like 'The Bitch' for only it could have barked Britain through WWII without buckling. Did and all praises to him for that but a decade later and Win stone church ill. Eel at ease so he barked one last time and nevermore. More Poe till it becomes less, a Po in Po Ping. Ping Pong upstages table tennis like Tower of Pisa does the Pyramid of Giza. Pizza and Geyser. Lizard eating gizzards. Chicken eating egg. Eggther chewing out cock like: "Why can't you be more. More Cock like an MC or at the very least, metal core. Metal is his core so why can't you support Klopp?" Calliope is all eloquence like the teams of Pep, the Muse who muses about football like its epic poetry and thus it's no surprise that his teams are epic and their play flows like poetry. All in all, to watch them is to watch beauty. Beast, madness, [Odilon's] Cyclops' eye watching for hidden Galatea to come out. If she does not, it's a perfect game for Klopp's opposition but more often than not, Galatea does show herself. No need for a full body reveal, just a peek is enough. Cyclops sees Galatea. Klopp's teams capitalise on that mistake and inevitably, there is a goal. Thats the goal of every Kloop team. From Dortmund to Liverpool, it's red and yellow like Dustheads. Klopp is Basquiat and his teams are famed for their high energy. Of course they are. Why wouldn't they be when they are high off angel dust?!


The A.D in m.A.A.d city, a particularly good kid (Teacher's pet) and a m.A.A.d city can make a classic like good kid, m.A.A.d city, like Dortmund vs Bayern, like Liverpool vs Manchester City. Thats Red and Blue like R&B. Rice versus beans will never make gyudon and thats a shame like a world without Japan. That means no samurai and no samurai means no [Robert Houston's] Shogun Assassin and no Shogun Assassin means no Liquid Swords and no Liquid Swords means no one can heat those liquid swords to gas words. Gus Fring's words: "…They Will Always Be Your Priority, Your Responsibility. And A Man, A Man Provides." My words: "If a man does not provide, let a woman leave him for a Frank Ocean with a Provider. And if you are that woman, let the man with a Provider eat your heavenly donut for a $. Not being crass, just being frank about it, like Sinatra." Seen at Ra's place, no wonder she came back glowing. All red cheeked like a chick at a Beatles concert, nothing else will blow her mind. That spells trouble in paradise. Lion and Lamb suddenly remember they are two L's and wonder how they were attracted to each other thus, the marriage is consumed by divorce, medieval style. Till death do us part and they battle to the death.


The cat wins.
[wince]

Not that cat, the other cat. 
Caterpillar or Caterpillar make no difference to Butterfly. They both ground-bound so love Angelina Jolie for to love her is to love an angel in a jolie and that will make you feel jolly, jolly like a Roger and when you become that Jolly Roger flapping in the wind, you can beat the bishop to a watching crowd and still feel above the shame. True liberation achieved, like a post fourth wall break and with no break, you head into heptagon territory, that unexplored frontier like five toes on a fox. Shoutout Fleabag, that fox might just be God


Is Gangsta. Thats Kendrick without his crew


But with his crew, he's far more


Beyond gangstar, they're The Mafia of the West


They the Mob, like "White T-Poison" so bend the knee


To TDE like they Psycho Helmet


Crown on Head but "I'm not your Savior."


Come now Kendrick, ain't that hypocritical, hype, high silence


[sigh] Pretend I said nothing save The Big Steppers crush me for going against Mr Morale or for drinking more ale than Mr or for being more L than their El. That will earn me a elephant stamp like Not Like Us. Not like ass, Kendrick's larger and stronger like a horse. Carried TDE on his back like Sleipnir till 2017. Then he died. Yeah, DAMN happened so back-up
Not like ass, Kendrick's larger and stronger like a horse


Carried TDE on his back like Sleipnir till CTRL


Alt-Del every other album that year, CTRL was 2017's best


As is 2023 was for SOS. Save Our Souls when SZA releases


Scratch that,
Save Our Studio Albums from release in the same year that SZA does hers for hers always end up being the best of that year. Kinda makes one wonder if SZA is actually Caesar? If no, what a bummer bit if yes, YES!!! Yes 'cause the Battle of Gergovia will happen sometime. Sometimes you gotta support Rome over Russia. A city state over a country? Yes, I'm a sucker for the underdog. Except not really cause Alexander lost but Alexander did not. Thats why they call him 'the Great' and the other one 'God of War.' Kratos strength but Deimos visibility. Truly,


Alexander Suvorov is underrated. Like Look Back


No, look back and see Joel


The Book and the Man, Ortiz is criminally underrated


So are The Raincoats so REIGN, COURT!! REIGN, COURT!! like Gentry. Superb killer and long may the Man stay Gray. Gray like John Wick, he got a weakness for dogs like MF DOOM got one for DOOM comics. Potbellied dude but replace that with a pothead and 


Let Me Solo Her


Solo'd rap and what came of it?

Operation: Doomsday and Mm…Food is what. They classics like spotted dick and scotch egg. British classics cause he was born Brit and when the sun set on his rap career, he was in the empire that the sun has long set on. Retired from rap at 49, he is the Shakespeare of rap. No debate, it's a wrap.

Then rap came along

Some Rap Songs by Earl Sweatshirt,


He the new Shakespeare like Ibsen


Two one like Cookies and Kookies, thats MF DOOM and Earl's talent, measured in song length. Width, With, W like hope,


It's ever fading. Took three albums to reach rock bottom like


Rock, bottom,


A vertical line on top and that's how it all ends


With an exclamation mark like Riot!


Then the malady happened. Not church ill but Sick!


Earl is no Prime Minister or even lieutenant


He's an even lieutenant and in lieu of a tenant, ....becomes an option


Op Shen is a 50/50 and that's great news for chance


The rapper's Big Day fell so hard. Guess its not so great news for Chance


His Big Day like The Morningstar's rebellion,


It happened. Then came autumn. Oh Tom,


Why did you not take Harry's Dick like you always did before?


Dictator was never the right move for that adds a tat or 


Success or 


Unlettered, unrestrained failure, its infinite and thus inevitable


Big Day goes tits up like Morningstar's rebellion


Rebel lion falls off the cliff but survives (phew)


Good on him till the hyenas came. He does not survive


Truly, fans can kill a rapper career like its a Lion King play. In other words: Big Day went tits up like Morningstar's rebellion. Then came fall. Season aside, Chance's fall was like the Fall in the Garden of Eden(Hazard). Need Sperm say more? No, but it still does. More on the rise than the fall, the rise of Wolfgang or rather, the Little Wolfgang: Decade of so many moods so tail only one


Tale of a brigadier to a general


Shadow to a darker light


Little Wolfgang to having his own Wolfpack


He only howl sometimes, most times he slink slicks with his new guard


He the avant of the sLums but not always so


Sixth metamorphosis,


From the sea nymph, the dark, the pink, the blurs, the feet


Even the stint in the sarcophagi where he was denied gold but came out coinin' terms
Denied the soul's currency but came out with golden veins

Silver-tongue eloquence eclipses the without

Find it within seeking solace in little Wolfgang's feet of clay


Shy,


Can someone shine their hie on his lonely head through the window?


Eye of the soul, don't be a thief


Don't knock on the door unless you Baal in a chromed one piece with shades of his Pops beautiful in this twisted fantasy


Reality got three heads, his Pops an unreachable Godhead

Two fiends and a human head between, little Wolfgang surrounded by fake friends
Fake a mushroom house, let that shit blow 


Shrooms in the air like beef into stew


They gonna thicken the the plot irrespective of the perspective


Left the erf to escape the plot but little Wolfgang's conscience still greyed out, call him the 66th Gormenghast 


Melancholy on the beach like his spirit ever was


Flaccid in this feat, who gets rock hard to 1894 Munch (you wanna no)


Know?


Oh, apricots drinking tea in the cracks, kaffeeklautschs


Caved in and left the cave to search for a ray of his sol

Ended up with an interlude on the browns


Eyebrowed his ear and ear pumped little Wolfgang with some silence and so he recorded it for the mind mileage, mile for a loud, dark age


Black the sea is


If he had insight, he could invite a lover


Midnight in the moonlight but he knows her


An apricot veiled by a apple bottom


She'll suffocate his free will like a hot broad to a bastard fish in the wind


Fishing line, can you gouge out his eyes

Pour some red wine, colour his heart


So grey down there, can he drown in the sands?


Grains playing games, can he escape? 


Outside a drug


Crows croaking, snitches glinting cold, default state of mind


Calling, contentment is rowing far away


He's at the shore, no steamboat


He's in his feelings like a deadhead


Positively black like an OG neanderthal but he's still too young


Ancient foetus, ages in ice and metamorphosis


Six in the cold, eleven is red hot perfection, Son of Man coming for the second time


Still one but his mood different


A heptagon come to square the globe


Connoisseur back for seconds


No local delicacies the blooming side of Bethlehem this time


Rome had a chance, speared it, red water


"I know I am a king, stand on my shoulder I can see, ain't know that I could leave"


I know I'm a king so birth the queen persona real quick


Athena with the quips, off Ares with the blades, cut deeper with the words then its back to smithing with ronin mystics in the woodlands


Greatest under the sun covered


Sabbath so little Wolfgang baths with the moon in the water


Esteemed Moondog then its back to the Sunbather


Deaf is heaven but earth listens

God too happy for little Wolfgang's shit


Tyler the only Creator who ever gave a shit

Sheet, little Wolfgang with the sweats


Bitter brews and melancholic feuds stinking, even inside his grief he shone bright


Its gay, homies are glad then solace came


Unfiltered, cluttered crumples pinking for clarity and pining for drunk tank pink understanding but the hive cold


Held no council for the ticking ten minute minutia but flew off into the verdigris sunset for greener rays


Left him a vagrant mumbling of clashing vagues but he reappeared once more

Locks locking him tight in his Baptist role, he a prophet with red in his eyes


Red water in his lungs

Coughing up minute almost minute long sagas, even baptised a drawn and quartered verse with lo-fi water but he was quick to leave with a wordless outro



In the wilds forgotten by all but his hounds and the L cults, he was content

Content till forced into civilization for he was SICK!


Sick like a young earl, sick like 2010

A transfiguration for the L cults which swam shallow, fished aggressively and were not content with the slow-burning blush punches boastful but he was gone again quick like on-the-Mount Elijah


Not even 40 punchlines, only been an interlude

An old friend come visiting but is soon gone


An oldie come to reconfirm his best under 40 list status then vanish


Best since DOOM without the DOOMS, shout-out to Daniel and Dumile


Between Friends, the Cap's always first

Between Villains, vinodemafy the first


Man with the musk, let him secrete something special then its off to shower in a jasper lake


And little Wolfgang?


Titanic on this shit, went under, back into the dark below.


Will he be Jekyll or Hyde?


Jackal and eat or hide?
[Past passes the mock, will he salute the exam, come out with the 2010 Jolly
Roger flying or sail with the 2018 crest
To East epaR, cresting the hill where a Mike ughs with them vanguard jeans on.
He ghoulish and I
We the same on the mike, he and I two different sides of a like]

Inspecting the mind flow, mind grows cold from the mines little Wolfgang sowed Weed mines mine, clipped from the sun sight, Daedalus dying from the sun smile, Icarus plight kills inside

Who seen the ghoul laugh, soul sink sit in his soul's junk seat

Smoke till he tees off, still wears the tee, Tyr


What does little Wolfgang love 'bout Tuesday?


The present, that's a lye L


The past, that's the empire falling, OD L


He's unsteady on his feet of clay, reminiscing, shorts short as a pulp tail


How long till the crumbling empire of old crashes?


How long till he feels the death throes through his damned toes?


How long till the trumpet truly frees him to fornicate with the accordion, that harsh mistress, Moon?


Dreaming of reading in the stars, newborn eldritchian

Elder leeching off the nebula, nebulous


Dull day in the clay, Splash bro injured, stones on feet splash


Boss stone falling, dream statue crash, variegated end, hush


Knew an angel once, fine as Wellington on a tongue. When all was sung and dubbed, he went to find the OG in the primordial. Stale off the endless, he went sea side, "see you inside" to the haters, chasers


Left his blonde glow by the beach to bleach the foes


Let 'em digest the light, darken their appreciation of art


He 'bout to scrap off another layer of sauce


Source of the puzzle unsolved, evolving, fourth layer of the wellington


1815 prime, how does little Wolfgang defeat a Wellington when he's a Napoleon?
Already shot his shot, best his 2019 bullet


Snatched the crown from the game then on the shoulder put


New take, new genre, bright future, we all playing


Bro and sis, little Wolfgang and hopelessness


Cloak and dagger searching for grandfather


The past, distant, when Franklin was king, GHOST L


No head, trapped in an upside down birdcage


Elephant brain, napkin sinking, grief in that glass


Whites flailing, trout sinking in hazel past, what's for dinner?


A stare Gemini? 


Eyes coconut gaze?


Is this a test?


Is little Wolfgang tethering mad?


Merry, Little Wolfgang is a merry sweatshirt dining with a rhyming earl, hell


Hail the pot-polisher of nobles, Earl sunk


Can't go outside till his title matures


Till he sinks back up sink fully, till the beef chokes in black pepper


Vizarded memories unveiled, December 24 blinding as an almighty bulb


Hercules sobbing in the silent night


Meek, metronomic repentances chuckle into the light
Inner observations on the altar
Goat waiting for the sacrifice, 
Is it wrong to want to be the Greatest Of A Time?


Greatest of a time, he does not want to be a GOAT


Greatest of a time, Little Wolfgang desires to be a Mozart


Greatest of a time, the Earl desires to be elevated up a level to become a Count


Orlok not St Germain, Little Wolfgang wants to be no Jermaine Cole

Count, Count, Count, its gotta be Orlok not Dracula


The Earl does not want to become any type of King Vamp

Sick of Whole Lotta Red, Little Wolfgang is all for Kind of Blue


Sick not Whole Lotta Red, the Earl is all for some blue


Blue blood, the Earl strongly desires to be a blue blood like Blue Blood


[ See Atlanta Season 4 Episode 1]