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  1. Fotografer over 18 her inne?

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    -Alder: 18

    -Bosted: Arendal

    -Kamera: Nikon EM med en Sigma 35-70mm f/2.8

     

    Har i tillegg et Olympus SP-350, og et Minolta 404si med et 28-80mm f/3.5 kitobjektiv, og er i ferd med å ta skrittet inn i dslr-verdenen med et D80 og en Nikkor AF 50mm f/1.4D.

     

    Har holdt på seriøst i ca to år. Interessen kom ganske av seg selv, ettersom jeg alltid har interessert meg for elektriske ting og duppeditter.

     

    OT:

    Synes "Laban" hadde en nesten utrolig samling utstyr, så jeg kikket litt på hans tidligere inlegg. Som f.eks dette

  3. Sangtekster du liker, eller misliker

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    Mange bra tekster her!

     

    Sjekk ut Immortal Technique med Dance With the Devil. Den fikk ihvertfall meg til å sitte igjen med hakeslepp første gangen jeg hørte den.

     

    Klikk for å se/fjerne innholdet nedenfor
    Dance With The Devil"

     

    [Verse 1]

    I once knew a nigga whose real name was William

    His primary concern, was making a million

    Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

    He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams

    A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen

    Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend

    She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober

    Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder

    He started hanging out selling bags in the projects

    Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects

    He was fascinated by material objects

    But he understood money never bought respect

    He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal

    But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal

    So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

    You see me and niggaz like this have never been equal

    I don't project my insurecurity's at other people

    He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles

    So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil

    A feeble-minded young man with infinite potetial

    The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental

    Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

    Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed

    But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

     

    [Hook]

    Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences

    You propably only did a month for minor offences

    Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance

    But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced

    Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block

    But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock

    Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top

    There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

     

    [Verse 2]

    So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do

    He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew

    Starting fights over little shit, up on the block

    Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock

    Working overtime for making money for the crack spot

    Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine

    For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

    Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same

    He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs

    But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love

    They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs

    Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs

    Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood

    Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club

    But only a real thug can stab someone till they die

    Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes

    Billy realized that these men were well guarded

    And they wanted to test him, before business started

    Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted

    So now he had a choice between going back to his life

    Or making money with made men, up in the cife

    His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

    A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be

    And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

     

    [Hook]

     

    [Verse 3]

    They drove around the projects slow while it was raining

    Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment

    Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone

    Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home

    And so they quietly got out the car and followed her

    Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her

    They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor

    This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw

    So Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair

    And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there

    She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs

    They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground

    Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around

    The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed

    So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw

    The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing

    They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving

    Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently

    And then they all proceeded to rape her violently

    Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn

    Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned

    A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned

    When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos

    One of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two

    They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through

    And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

    He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead

    And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

     

    [sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]

    I'm falling and I can't turn back

    I'm falling and I can't turn back

     

    [Verse 4]

    Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

    He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice

    And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

    Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

    But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder

    Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother

    She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her

    She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

    His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate

    His corruption had succesfully changed his fate

    And he remembered how his mom used to come home late

    Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth

    He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

    And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared

    But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there

    And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

    And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

    They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it

    After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

    And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true

    Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to

    And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

    Infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

    And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe

    He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

    The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked

    White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted

    You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted

    And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top

    There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

    So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

    Because the dance with the devil might last you forever

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    Word.

     

    Så ham på quart. Han er en av de få som lager skikkelig hip-hop med meningsfylte tekster. The Roots, Dead Prez og Public Enemy er blant dem, og jeg kunne egentlig lagt ut alle deres sanger her.

     

    Når det gjelder rimeevner o.l., Må jeg nevne Kool G Rap og Necro. Necro har i tillegg humoristiske tekster på en litt morbid måte.

     

    Necro - Bury You With Satan

    Klikk for å se/fjerne innholdet nedenfor
    (Yo yo)

    Bury you with satan

    (Peep the death rap)

    Bury you with satan

    Death is in your future

     

    Im gettin outrageous on you, pullin razors on you

    Blazin on you, twelve gauges on you

    Amazin the ways I print your veins on you

    Ill warn you I'll bring euthanasia upon you

    On some shocking asia shit

    Split your face and spit on your corpse, you're a goner

    Wrapped stabbed flesh juxed quick and grab your neck

    Bludgeon you bloody, buddy you stupid what's after death?

    You must be after gettin half your body cut in half

    and after the aftermath of the bloodbath I'll have my laughter

    You stupid fucks'll catch crew cuts

    A chainsaw'll take the top of your brain off

    Stabbin the two nuts of a Ku Klux - with scalpels

    My rap'll leave you shackled

    My rap is like crack inside a capsule

    I'll shove an axe in you where your axel

    Your main point your midsection where your ribs are flexin

    Infested with injections you can't get rid of the infection

    Kid you're destined for the death

    Dead walkin, flesh exertin

    Walkin through the streets dressed - being a corpse is next

    Make a mistake a blade'll take ya life away

    Leave you decayed inside a lake and break your neck down to your spinal blade

    The gore shit I kick is sick cause I'm a bitter kid

    I'll stick and vic you bitch

    RIP you to pieces - pick you out a ditch

    Go devour dick you coward

    Catch a thousand hits around your skull

    You won't get yourself know it bitin our shit

    Niggas know who did it - kid you did it

    Kickin it like you bit it - you never lived it

    Kick in his head til it splitted

    Open and liquid soakin a hemoglobin ocean

    You're a victim, you're no one

    I see him scopin - I choke him

     

    (Hook) x4

    Bury you with satan

    Bury you with satan

    Death is in your future

     

    You're in for it

    My sins are horrid explore it - cause death is torrid

    You'll be dead for it - endure it

    Morbid cold like Nordic

    The hydrochloric - pour it

    Onto your arm, it's all so much it melt the skin right off it

    Right to the bone - forfeit

    I offer you morphine and a chance to escape a coffin

    Enter my auction

    Become a slave I got nuns depraved

    Under my cave I got a hundred ways to murder all of you gays

    I'm ambitious for leavin you in stitches

    I won't give up hope, seeing you hang from a rope - achieve my goal

    Let the meat cleaver unfold

    You traveled a great distance

    And you still ain't sadistic - wait for assistance

    You'll hate your own existance

    Persistance overcomes resistance

    When I persist to bash my fist in your face from instinct

     

    (Hook) x5

     

    Kool G Rap - Mobstas

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    I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be

    Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?

    That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there with Lucky

    Bring my heater, niggaz might try to slug me

    Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me

    I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely

    Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,

    "Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian rug to plug me

    He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly

    but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"

    Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me

    to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G

    I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?

    I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so Nino

    do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty

    who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson

    Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger

    Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder

    Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's

    Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy

    tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami

    Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo

    With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him

    over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down

    at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead

    Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go

    Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow

    but most of the niggaz on his team was yellow

    Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o

    There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate

    to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas

    Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas

    Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers

    Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no

    to veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo

    Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go

    without ever lettin the whole police force know

    Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll

    Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out

    They shot him at a pay phone

    with the big chrome, his whole wig blown

    Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones

    At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc

    Family got hit up with automatics

    Non-stop static inside the rackets

    Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage

    The underworld was goin savage

    Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit

    with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with

    Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers

    Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas

    Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us

    We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa

    Moved on it closer get the toaster

    Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard

    Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur

    Beef over, I blew him like a supernova

    Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black Cobra

    The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober

    Act like you got a chip on your shoulder

    And blast the two right through your boulder

    Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya

    Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers

    Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor

    Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota

    But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds

    He whispered in my eardrum

    "Let's take over the entire city, and split the dough

    Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"

    No doubt before we go we gotta murder John Torre

    Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo

  5. Noen bilder fra sommeren

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    Skrevet · Endret av Skjæveland

    Takk for alle svarene :)

     

    @dynamic:

    Har ikke vidvinkel, og litt lengre frem betydde to etasjer ned, dessverre.

     

    @Marius, ragamuffin og Litejk:

    Er enig med ragamuffin, - tror bildet hadde blitt litt kjedelig uten de to. I utgangspunktet ville jeg ikke ha dem med, men mens jeg stod og ventet på at de skulle flytte seg så jeg at de kunne bli et fint tillegg på bildet.

     

    Kuttet litt kjapt i bildet, og rettet det opp:

     

     

    Edit: Men glemte å resize..

  6. fingern forran blitzen

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    Synes det var et ok bilde, fin idé, men det har som andre har nevnt mye å gå på. Skjevt og litt mye støy. Tror det kunne blitt bedre om rommet hadde vært helt mørkt. Da hadde man kanskje ikke sett at det var et kamera du holdt, og på den måten fått en litt "supernatural" effekt.

  8. Noen bilder fra sommeren

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    bra bilder,likte de første bilde best.Ville gjerne sett det uten svart-hvit.

    Det nederste vr også fint men syns sola ble for dominerende.

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    Her er med farger:

     

     

    Når det gjelder det nederste kan jeg forstå at du synes sola er for dominerende, men meningen var at det skulle understreke at de skygget for sola med hånden.

     

    Takk for kritikken ;)

  24. Hvilken plate kjøpte du sist?

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    Vært i USA nesten 3 uker hvor jeg da kjøpte:

     

    Immortal Technique - Revolutionary vol 1&2

    Jedi Mind Tricks - Violent by design, Visions of Ghandi & the psycho-social, chemical, biological and electro-magnetic manipulation of human consciousness

    In Flames - Colony, Clayman, The tokyo showdown

     

    pluss noen flere som jeg ikke gidder skrive

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    Det jeg har hørt av de Immortal Technique-platene var utrolig bra!

     

    Venter selv på en 12" single med "The Point Of No Return", "Internally Bleeding" og "Caught In A Hustle". Det er godt å se at det finnes rappere som ikke har druknet helt i cash, og har litt mening i tekstene sine.

     

    I samme forsendelse ligger forøvrig "Paris - Sonic Jihad" også. :thumbup:

     

    BTW, Det RATM-albumet eier.

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