Pitta-Patta Porkchops coming to a PiffSteak near you!

alpha and web created this masterslice last night

stuffing Ingredients:
1each: green/red pepper diced
2 small hot red chili peppers minced
3/4 cob fresh native sweet corn shaved
1/2 ripe banana in penny slices
5oz hot Italian sausage
1/4 white onion finely diced
2 leaves each Thai and Italian basil
pinch o' parsley and spearmint
¹teaspoon of Cajun seasoning
salt and pepper to taste.

sweat these ingredients in olive oil over a low flame until sausage is cooked and flavors have merged.. add 1/2cup breadcrumbs, 1/2cup dry stuffing mix, 4 crumbled ritz crackers and a healthy slab of butter. next add 1/2 cup of "hard" apple cider and stir till absorbed. let cook five more minutes being sure not to turn stuffing to mush.

slice pockets into the middle of 2 large porkchops as well as diagonal 'flap' inscisions on top. stuff middle pockets and top flaps and pile more on top

bake for 45 mins at 350F
puff something silly
enjoy

perceiving paranorm

another shot of the painted rock. there was no order in our paint pour but check out the curling crow skeleton fetus that appeared through the random drip. eerie coincidence? we think not. question everything with counter-conditioning. peace

say no to norms

web alpha and f-150 have been on block island for the summer and on franks last night we decided to partake in an ancient block island tradition. the painted rock is a popular tourist spot where visitors and islanders alike paint a sizeable rock on the southside to mark important news or their travels in general. this has been going on for many years and the rock has actually grown larger with the millions of layers of colorful paint over time. when we arrived, there was a painting of a newlywed couple's names and the date and after a brief moments hesitation we decided that people get married every day and that there was no room for sentiment in the movemental conquest so we painted a layer of white over any and all inscriptions. after the Rock was made a blank slate, we three held the can of red paint and poured it over the canvas and let the paint drip down the sides. the finished project was a gory representation of the movement's "death to norms" adventures, so beware society

Datpiff Mixtape Drop!!!!

This is it people, the Datpiff realease of "Prepare 4 The C Sons". The goal is to push 500 downloads by tomorrow to boost our visibality. When said # is reached we'll be placed on the welcome screen of Datpiff thus available to a wider audience who may not know of your favorite movemements' movements. Any how here's the link, check the shit and enjoy http://www.datpiff.com/The_C4_Squad_Prepare_4_The_C_Sons.m62131.html

The OMG'S @ Mr Beery's

Introducing a sub sect of the C-4 Squad, THE OH MY GOD's. Something like the R.A.G.U of Wu Tang with Rae and Ghost but instead its Crills and Googie. Debuted @ Mr Beery's in Bethpage NY last night in collaboration with the Karma Kids Studios. The OMG's tore the spot down doing new renditions of tracks off the newly released Prepare for the C Sons and the upcomming Ninjah VS Samurai mixtape feat Samurai Bannana and C. Write Crills. Shouts to the Shogun on the ones and two's, Sarcasmo, the Broosevelts and Dennis Nedry and Marlbros and others of the Karma Kids collective.

C.Write Crills

Thoughts

Do you ever look at life and say 'damn, i don't know who i am or where i'm going?" Well, the common response would be "fuck that, i know exactly WHO i am and where I am going," but thats societal. See, it's expected in our society that those who are "strong" know where we are going and that we are firm in our beliefs and our individuality, which we manifest as a certain persona in interpersonal relations with others. This is the ego that is so studied and discussed and misunderstood, as it has taken over human kind. We feel like we need to behave and act and react in a certain ways so that others take note of how we are and learn to respect, and ultimately fear us in everyday life. We grow older and we stop evaluating life at its every turn because we recognize patterns and become conditioned by past experiences. We become lazy and develop beliefs, and its not that believing is lazy, its just that sticking to certain beliefs as they pertain to the 'alternating pictures in life' and behaving in accordance to outcomes of past experience is lazy and it leaves us unable to grasp the essence of life, (which seems to me to be the adventure as opposed to the experience, THINK ABOUT IT) as we're too busy developing a false sense of self that could be crushed any moment by the slightest change in the environment of our lives. This may all seem too deep and philosophical but get over it and attempt to understand what i'm kicking because i'm flowing right now and nowadays i dont have much chance to flow.

I just graduated college at hofstra and i"m on block island working my ass off for my father who is almost three times my age and working even harder than me to make ends meet and to keep the restaurant afloat. I know that this is something that i could do as a source of reliable income, but i also know that it is not what i want to do with my life. I'm a poet, or so i think, and working this much makes it almost impossible to sit down and think about life. However, if i wanted to, i could assume the role as a full time chef and do the damn thing wherever i so chose to do it.

And this brings me back to my original point: I grew up with my mother and sister and I'm a momma's boy who loves the women in his life more than anything else, we moved around somewhat and i adjusted wherever i went. I spent time with my father during the summers but have only recently begun to develop an authentic relationship with him as i have worked by his side for the past few years. Through all of this, i have learned to understand the truth about perceived identities and the impermanence of our concepts of self in the lives that we live. However firm we are in our beliefs or in our definitions of who we are and the lives we live, there are always different things that arise that can force us to change our definitions or perceptions. WE (our egos) are forced to change in accordance to those "alternating Pictures" and we develop new relationships and form new interests in response, and thus adopt new definitions for who we are and what life is meant to be. Certain people have had the priveledge, or should i say misfortune, to have grown up in the same, unchanging situation, and they might have a hard time understanding the impermanence of percieved identities because their perception of who they are has never truly changed. I am not trying to say that this is wrong, because in our society, like i have said, a strong self identity is valued, but i stress that identity is not the 'be all and end all' of our existence, and since it is so maleable according to what surrounds us and what influences us, we must be even more dilligent in finding what really calls us in life as opposed to what becomes expected of us.

I'm rambling, and it is hard to hammer home this point in writing, besides, i have to get to work in the morning, but what i am trying to say is: if you ever wonder to yourself: 'who am i and where am i going in life,' don't worry and don't be ashamed because society expects your definitive understanding of these questions. They take a great deal of learning and soul searching, but we4 must keep an open mind and not become lazy and hung up on our beliefs from past experiences. Evaluate every sutuation as it comes to you from a fresh perspective. let our conditioning be shampooed and cleansed and become truer to life than we ever believed we could be. Us humans have been granted the greatest gift in minds that are capable of deep thought, so please, learn to use it, but don't take yourself too seriously. Develop a method of understanding that works for your purpose and then recognize and respect the different ways of others. We can coexist on this earth, and we can ultimately learn what makes us individual but also what makes us the same, as life courses through our veins. Peace and Love to all
A.Web

Yall Heard This Shit!!!!

Ayo, It's ya man Senor Crills. I just got that new chef mixtape, and it think i speak for all of the WU faitful when i say their return is surely needed. All these candy corn crap rappers need a lil r&r. On another note, this shit is hard, but not only that, Lex Diamond does alot more talking than usual giving the listener a little insight into his state of mind. Overall i give the mixtape a 4 out of 5 hollow tips. . there's always room for improvement. Outstanding tracks are "Letter to BIG" and "Trenchmen" along with some others. But imma end it hear, yeah, it's ya man Crispy Crills signing out. Keep ya ear to the streets, Peace!!!!

Artful Dodger

Ayo!! It's ya boy Crills aka Aphillyated aka Vic Vega aka Mr Blonde . .and im here with an update. In the process of ironing out the art work for the much anticipated "Prepare 4 The C Sons" mixtape we got a draft done of a potential choice. Art work is done by Sue Works google him. Feel free to leave your comments. And check for any other aesthetic updates.

Peace!!

UNDER NEw Management

Hey y'all it's tha Smelly Goat Elli-Oat, and im taking over tha C-4 Blogspot. I am going to be posting videos and pictures of THE MOVEMENT, as well as keeping the rest of the faithful updated on summer shows and parties that the members will be participating in. Keep your eyes open for the C-4 Beer-B-Q summer jump off. Now for a summer update: Alpha and A Webber have left THA ISLAND only to end up on another land challenged mass known as Block Island. They are on that paper chase out there as well as grindin out more lyrical voodoo for the masses. C. Write Crills AkA. Aphillyated has, as usual, pulled some ultra smooth jizzob off in the Big Apple doing what he does best, persuading the people with his wordz. He is able to not only come up with new hits like every single day but he is also making guap persuading people to purchase things they dont even need. Googie GO HARD is goin hard pumpin out cracktastik lyrics as well as holdin down tha deerty jerzeey AnD Strong Island. Alpha, Crills, and Mr. Go-Hard did a mind-numbing 24 hour mix-tape grind out session with the ever clever HeadTrip. Laying verbal crack over many HeadTripalistic beats that are destined to blow the average listeners mind. WARNING: ONLY TRUE MOVEMENT FANS CAN HANDLE. Aight folks, time to get outta here, and remember to DL your copy of the new mixtape PREPARE 4 THE CSONS....KeEp iT BrEeZy Y'all

Some views of the west coast experience...

The Sun sets in the west...

Yeah so the Movement has been dispersed across this great land of ours for the past week.  With the 5-Mile Island Problem Webb holding down the northeast in VT and the other 3/4 of the faction soaking up some left coast action.  Googie (the artist formerly known as Nyce), and C Write Krillz were up in the San Jose area, while I the Double A with Life in the Middle...ALPHA!...just roamed around the Golden State for the past week.  If y'all have never been out to the west it must be done, just to get a change of scenery and refresh your view of life by escaping the concrete jungle, for all of you in the NYC metropolitan area or any other urban center.  Flew in to LAX to the city of lights on Monday and ran into Donald Faison from Scrubs and Clueless, that dude is hilarious right haha.  After LA had to get out of the city cuz shit I wanted that environment I wouldn't have gotten the hell outta dodge and left NY.  Took a beautiful scenic 7 hour drive up to the Land of Oak (Oakland) where Krillz, Googie, and I celebrated our dude Jeremy's 21st with our boy Elliot and some of Land of Oak individuals.. Almost got some Cougars Jenny and Ginger RAWRRR!!  But it was a sick night of swishas and E-40 (never thought I'd say that haha).  Also had the most behemoth burrito of my being and it was banggggin, big ups to the Mexicans killing out in the West (California technically is Mexico just so you know, Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, in which we stole California, Utah, Nevada, as well as parts of Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona,  and Wyoming, but I drift).  Decided to stay in Berkeley the next day due to a crazy chain of events, mainly resulting from the mad laid back, non-judgmental atmosphere of the city.  Met some chill folks out there specifically my concierge who tried as hard as possible to find me herb, a beautiful bartenderess from Jersey, a cool ass Sikh cab driver named Gary, and some fine ladies in a salsa club.  Go to Berkeley you'll love it I promise you.  The next day I went to Sequoia National Park to go see General Sherman, the oldest living organism on this fucking planet.  Pardon my french but it was ineffable.  Being a foot away from a piece of life that has been around for roughly 2300-2700 years rejuvenated the soul.  You know Alpha had to meet THE Alpha, funny thing is its about an hour long drive up Generals Highway, which in my opinion was the most beautiful drive in the US, and I videotaped the whole ride, and as I reached General Sherman and tried to take a picture my wouldn't let me.  Sort of eerie isn't it.  But somethings aren't supposed to be controlled or put into a fallacious permanent state such as a photo.  I'm glad my camera didn't work, because nothing is stronger than the human memory, and the image and feeling of the tree is forever burned into my soul.  After that went and had the first filet mignon of my life.  I've always been a t-bone or porterhouse type dude and didn't understand all the hype behind a filet mignon.  Boy was I wrong, that shit was sooooo krillz, the meat just melted in my mouth (FUCK SAYING NO HOMO for all you homophobic queers out there).  The Sierra Nevada with it made the meal perfect.  The entire trip one of my main goals was to play some beach volleyball, thats all I wanted to do.  Made the 4 hours and change drive from Sequoia to Santa Barbara in about 3 and a half hours, putting the pedal to the metal literally.  I was a little worried because all weather forecasts predicted rain, but I knew it wasn't going to.  Just one of the gut feelings you can just rely on.  Got there and played a couple of sick game with some folks in their golden years and it was everything that I could ask for.  After that took a nice like jog through Santa Barbara which was gorgeous and decided to hit up a seafood restaurant the individuals I played with recommended.  Got there and ended up sitting at a random table with 2 dudes in their 20's and these 2 random milfs, since the place was so packed we just stole a hodge podge table together.  A little while later a friend of the 2 dudes came through who happened to be from Boston, so there was that east coast connection (about half the people I met during the week were east coast natives and have been living out in California for several years).  The fellas then took me to this sick restaurant/bar right on the Pacific Ocean called the Boat House which was stunning.  Of course gave them all mixtapes and they were bumping it on the drive to the Boat House haha sick life.  After the Boat House the one dude from Boston, Adam, brought me to a friends house so I could get my last taste of some Cali herb and it was banging, more natural tasting than anything I see on the east coast.  After that I went to back to Enterprise Fish Co. the restaurant where I started my night off and had an ill convo with the bartendress who happened to be from Long Island.  Of course left her with a mixtape, I had to plant a few seeds while I was out there yadadamean.  Probably slept for 3 hours after that and woke up at 4 AM to drive back to the Enterprise car rental in Los Angeles by 6 AM.  As I pull up to the rental return window I see our neighbor from 2 years ago who always loved our music, and the crazy part was my mind had just ran across him minutes before that, coincidence I think not, just the power of thought and the mind in my opinion.  Got to LAX and decided to give up the seat on my flight for a voucher for another flight, so it couldn't have worked out better.  Got on the plane and engaged in the most stimulating conversation I've had in a long time with the lady next to me about life.  Everything that had been on my mind for the past couple of months was all brought up just through the course of natural dialogue.  Almost as if the woman had been stalking my thoughts for the past couple of months.  California was amazing and I loved it and I would definitely consider moving out there one day to just slow things down, but there's no better feeling than returning to your HOME.  All in all...Californicated.

Angry Blogger 1

Corey and I have been meaning to kick off this angry blogger shit, but we've just been super peaceful recently and haven't felt the need to rant about anything. Right now, im sitting in my 3 hour forensic anthro class and im livid! I need that rant so here goes..
'Fuck wack rappers' is a common phrase round here, but right now im saying 'fuck wack professors.' Im paying, I should say, borrowing ridiculous sums of money every semester to get a good education at Hofstra University. I was fortunate enough to have been accepted with several scholarships that help to ease the pain, but as most of us are aware of, these loans are gonna stick with me for years to come. I understand that the best investment you can make is in yourself, so I don't stress too much about it while im here. However when I feel that my money is going to waste, it gets to me, I feel the pain in my stomach, and right now I feel like hurling my overpriced, coliseum beef and barley soup all over the projector.
This professor is god-awful. She barely knows how to pronounce the majority of terms that she skips breezily through as she teaches exclusively from powerpoint. slides, scratch that, she falls short of teaching, merely giving slight supplements to the vague slides she hurries through and then expecting us to learn the rest from our books. Im broke, I didn't get the books, my fault, I know, but when im doing an inclass activity and I ask for your help on how to measure a humerus bone, and you're my professor, you don't tell me to look in the book, you get your fat ass up, come over and show me hands-on how to measure that shit. I mean, I know the book is necessary to supplement the class lessons with further necessary knowledge, but when im payin a couple thousand yuckos for your time in this blooodclott class, when I ask for your help, you better fuckin help me! If it were the other way, as the professor seems to see it, I could have just spent a hundred on the book, taught myself (which is ultimately what we have to do in this shithole) and saved myself the time and money and all the pain that goes along with losing either one if not both.
I know you might be thinking 'if you're so worried about wasting your time and money, why are you blogging in class?'' first of all, fuck you hahaha nah, but seriously I feel like im doing more for myself and my life by getting this shit off my chest right now. Otherwise im listening to this woman blabber about what she barely knows for 3 hours, when in the end I will have to teach myself. Also, everytime I look at this 'doctor' I can vividly imagine my borrowed money carelessly floating down and bursting into intense, fleeting flames and settling into the nothingness that permeates this proLesser's measly mind. Time to raise some hell and take my eductaion back out of her flubbering hands. Thanks for listening people.
Angry blogger out
Peace and love
-W

Estelle and C-4

It's all LOVE but Just in case you forgot, Hofstra, The C-4 squadron and the MOVEMENT Run shit around here! Shouts to all the other competitors who came through and did their thing at the competition last thursday. It was a fun night with a lot of good music and in the end when they announced the winner, of course the 4 kings were crowned and we will be opening for Estelle tomorrow, Monday feb 23 8pm at Hofstra USA. Come through and support us! And not to forget...MAJOR shout outs to everyone in the movement who came on thursday and helped us get that spot rockin! PEACE

Jazz. . . So influential

Yesterday was a good day, aside from the good vibes of the movement and the ground hog foreshadowing change by taking a bite out of the system (Bloomberg specifically)Ha! But i got the opportunity to check out some live music. I recommend every one check out some live music at some point in their lives. The vibrations emitted from the instruments can resonate through the soul and bring divine inspiration I SWEAR!!!
Jazz is such a sick art form there's one specific style called Avantgarde, excuse the misspelling, where each section of the set plays completly sporadic and improvised. Its Freedom in its purest form, No adherance to rythm or beat, truly disciplined freedom.
C.Write Krills

Violence destroys

So we know everyone was souped for the show on the sixth, but we just heard news that a senseless fight broke out at the spot, B. Stone the other night; a cop was hit in the foray and apparently, the club has since been shut down. Our peoples at Team Vicious are currently looking for another venue, so as soon as we have something locked down, we'll let you all know the time and place. Stay tuned, stay informed and stay sensible. This is just another instance of violence and violent acts by egotistic idiots destroying the possibility for future positivity. WE ALL NEED TO GET SMART AND START LEARNING TO BUILD WITH ONE ANOTHER PEOPLE!! I tell no lie I boost no war. Peace and LOVE!
-W.