i'm gonna be a JUGGALO

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Permalink Reply by cory moran on January 23, 2010 at 12:28am

you know i made this room so jugghalos could meet and talk to other juggalos.
so all of the other mother fuckers who come in here crying over bull shit like they chant to loud or their to violent and they like to destroy shit. all people do that not just juggalos. people scream fight and fuck shit up. its not like mother fuckers don't go to a tech show and get wild cuz i've been to tech shows and seen people getting wild. so stop hate'n and start the fucking love god dame it besides tech fucking down with the clown so just leave it alone.

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Permalink Reply by Jared M on January 23, 2010 at 5:16am

not true people like that aint down people like that think thats what actin like a juggalo is about but its not

Cørpørate Avenger said:

True true

Bobby Bernstein said:

Man. Juggalos give they selves a bad name. Not the technitions fault. They need to grow the fuck up at shows.

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Permalink Reply by Stephen Davey on January 23, 2010 at 5:58am

Not to be an ass but what duz a true juggalo act like then?
is there some sort of code or Requierment

Jared Marcusson said:

not true people like that aint down people like that think thats what actin like a juggalo is about but its not

Cørpørate Avenger said:

True true

Bobby Bernstein said:

Man. Juggalos give they selves a bad name. Not the technitions fault. They need to grow the fuck up at shows.

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Permalink Reply by Cørpørate Avenger on January 23, 2010 at 9:07am

"real juggalos" in most peoples standards ,dont care about impressing other people, especially other juggalos. Thats why alot of them act retarted, they want everyone to know that they are a juggalo. That doesnt make them less of one but who knows. I think no matter what everyone deep down feels like they got somethin to prove. So really everyone cares, even a little bit. Its human nature. So the whole "juggalos dgaf and just do their own thing" is bs. Cuz the way they do it is how many of the others do it. As for me i do my own thing like many others also. Cuz idk its more fun not tryin to fit a standard

Stephen Davey said:

Not to be an ass but what duz a true juggalo act like then? is there some sort of code or Requierment
Jared Marcusson said:

not true people like that aint down people like that think thats what actin like a juggalo is about but its not

Cørpørate Avenger said:

True true

Bobby Bernstein said:

Man. Juggalos give they selves a bad name. Not the technitions fault. They need to grow the fuck up at shows.

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Permalink Reply by IITechNicianII on January 23, 2010 at 11:12am

Jus gotta get to know the guy

The Dirty 530 said:

Not every one here likes you LoL. I know a lot of people that can't stand you Cørpørate Avenger said:

Everyone has there own opinions. I just lettm hate and act like normal me. Everyone loves me on here lmao

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Permalink Reply by rob sortino on January 23, 2010 at 12:01pm

im a juggalo for life, it just pisses me off when all of us get lumped into one big catagory as being disrespectful assholes based soley on the actions of a few. most of us are down with everyone and let ppl do what they want. in all honesty i know sum juggalos that i would rather not be associated with bcuz they act like they did when the were 12, which was fine with me when i was 12-15 but im a grown ass man now and i dont have time for that shit no more. like there is no reason to walk around the mall and shout cuss words around old ass ladies and little kids and shit. just need to grow up already. thanks for this post i didnt realize i needed to get that off my chest till i started typing it lol

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Permalink Reply by cory moran on January 25, 2010 at 6:41pm

Cørpørate Avenger said:

"real juggalos" in most peoples standards ,dont care about impressing other people, especially other juggalos. Thats why alot of them act retarted, they want everyone to know that they are a juggalo. That doesnt make them less of one but who knows. I think no matter what everyone deep down feels like they got somethin to prove. So really everyone cares, even a little bit. Its human nature. So the whole "juggalos dgaf and just do their own thing" is bs. Cuz the way they do it is how many of the others do it. As for me i do my own thing like many others also. Cuz idk its more fun not tryin to fit a standard

Stephen Davey said:

Not to be an ass but what duz a true juggalo act like then? is there some sort of code or Requierment
Jared Marcusson said:

not true people like that aint down people like that think thats what actin like a juggalo is about but its not

Cørpørate Avenger said:

True true

Bobby Bernstein said:

Man. Juggalos give they selves a bad name. Not the technitions fault. They need to grow the fuck up at shows.

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Permalink Reply by tech29ne on January 25, 2010 at 7:10pm

word.

Bobby Bernstein said:

Man. Juggalos give they selves a bad name. Not the technitions fault. They need to grow the fuck up at shows.

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Permalink Reply by Juggalo Jim on January 25, 2010 at 7:43pm

True juggalos took the time to find and listen to the message icp tried to give
which you can fund here
vvvvvvvvvvvv
The Carnival of Carnage
Welcome to the show, the traveling ghetto. No longer will the ghetto just be that slum that you keep your kids away from, that slum that you drive through pointing and gawking at. No longer will the ghetto just be a slum that you hear about on the news. If someone from this hell hole wanders into your neighborhood he is quickly noticed and harrassed and shunned back into the home you've given him. As you watch the kids play in the park on your street you never even think about the kids in the ghetto. If you don't care, who does?
Years of breathing the souls of rotted minds has created a bad case of 'Ghetto Insanity'. You walk their streets and are stared at as a freak show, less than human, an ogre walking the streets paved with gold. If those of the ghetto are nothing more than carnival exhibits to the upper class, then let's give them the show they deserve to see. No more hearing of this show because you can witness it in your own front yard! A traveling mass of carnage, the same carnage witnessed daily in the ghetto, can be yours to witness, feel and suffer. No longer killing one another, but killing the ones who have ignored our cries for help. Like a hurricane leaving a trail of destruction, the Carnival of Carnage!
The Ringmaster
The day has come, the time of reckoning. Who will perish in dreaded hell and who's soul will be content within the pleasures of heaven? Looking past the words spoken with a wicked tongue and looking past the evil deeds done in one's life, but instead looking into the conscious of man.
What is the real evil that seems to plague mankind? Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds have become devious because of a lifetime spent inside of a caged hell, or is it those who invented this caged hell years ago and done nothing to help destroy it yet? Who's guilty, Frankenstein or the doctor that created him? The sword, or the man who has slain with it? Which is the real evil, the man who kills another for food or the man who does not share his food to avoid the killing? While you sit in judgement of a criminal, you may very well be the one who's guilty. Guilty of greed, deception and hate.
Those who are rejected at the gates of heaven, shall be dragged off into the pits of hell. Viciously torn from this life by the non-living, the phantoms of the dead. These beasts take the form of a demented carnival, that of a wicked, dark, circus, led by one. One who was created by your own evil ways. One who will judge your very fate. The one known only as... The Ringmaster.
The RiddleBox
Time flows like a dark horde, consuming all in its path. Man lives his life in the blink of an eye. Just as day becomes night, all life fades into death. In death each person will be judged for his deeds performed while alive. There are the few who walk a life of purpose, and there are those who trod the path of greed, their souls host to demons. Time slows near each person's end. Those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as they can because, though they don't know what awaits them in the afterlife, they feel for them it is a horror beyond words. Time stops in this world, as the heart becomes still and the soul leaves the body. In the afterlife time is eternal, and even death is but a new beginning. For you see, when you step into death your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, except for a strange looking box on an old wooden table. On the front of the box, you will see a painted question mark faded with time and a twisted crank handle on its side. Turning the handle, a sharp melodic tune will fill the air. For the evil ones this sound will be a deafening noise reverberating off the walls and building into a climatic terror. But the surprise is when the music stops as you slowly turn the handle... and then the top of the box pops. For the few, they will see a vision of God with a golden light warming their souls as they step forth into eternal peace. For most they will see a fog seeping from the box, stripping their sanity, as they witness an image of hell, spawned and formed fromtheir own evil; a hideous reflection of their demented souls. The floor of the room begins falling away as they plummet into a bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures, forever to be lost in a sinister void. What will be in store for you is the mystery, but if you take a look within yourself you will find the answer. For now, you still have time to change the outcome of... the mighty Riddle Box.
The Great Milenko
From deep within the Netherworld of shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of the art of using magic without magic. He is a Necromaster... the craft of using magic through the dead. Dead meaning both physically and mentally. This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it. Look deep inside of your soul and ask yourself... Do you hold a ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He is the fourth to rise. He feeds upon one's own greed. He is powered by one's own jealousy, lust, and temptation. To envision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you... that is the illusion cast by him. To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another... that is the magic cast by him. Continuous dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledged and haunted by his wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with what they can achieve by themselves and have not the urge to tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple... He is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic - yesterday, now and forever. You and he are the fourth to rise... You and he are the master of Necromancy... You the dead and him the magic. Together, you and he are The Great Milenko.
The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
His evil influence flows from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling every alley and gutter. There are those who are burnt by it, like the charred remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his heat comes ear-shattering screams as the masses are scorched in his choking smoke of corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection flowing through the veins of a dying convict. Hosts of small red ants crawl in the wake of his presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust fills the woods of hope and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas on a newborn lamb. He goes by many names, but for now let it be spoken like the force of a fireball bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure and simple... Jack Jeckel.
His glow of compassion kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter's eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering, but his inferno of righteous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wanderers in the dark abyss to freedom. Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from a dreary cage. Laughter explodes forth from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now let it be spoken like melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake, true indeed... Jake Jeckel.
Emerging from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their show is a mere human soul.
When death creeps around and life decays, the departed spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating like an erratic living heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life another ball is added to their unearthly performance and the harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop. For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul into an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of Shangri-La and grants one ascension into pure enlightenment and peace.
Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are the very fabric of our being conscience and soul. There is no escape from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we twist and spin to the other side?
The Wraith
A pressence can be felt by those who have followed thy epic saga as told by thy Insane Clown Posse. It is a presence that is synonymous with thy crumbling of time itself. Thus emerges a being so powerful that he can exist between both the land of thy living, and that of the dead. He goes by many names but is known to thy living only as Thy Wraith. He walks upon worlds forgotten, and descends from Heavens; fade into gray to witness thy death of all mortal things, so that he may guide thy departed upon thy path that they have chosen. Only now will we truly understand thy meaning of thy saga, for this saga all along, each Jokers Card, is actually none other than... thy echo of our lives.
all of this information was written by insane clown posse and can be found at http://www.insaneclownposse.com/
i put this on here in the hopes that others will read and understand

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Permalink Reply by richard roy isaacson III on January 25, 2010 at 11:39pm

well the song is fresh as fuck im gonna stay out of the juggalo/anti juggalo talks for now on its getting really old brian is a fucking beast gordy always kills shit song is bad as fuck

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Permalink Reply by TOPCITYKING on January 26, 2010 at 12:44am

Fuck ICP. they fuckin suck. Its a shame BTNH was actually on a song with then whack ass mafuckas. fuck ICP. im here for Tech. not them. btw Tech and now Brotha Lynch the only fuckin ARTIST on strange. the whole roster is garbage besides them to. Tech 4 lyfe. hope Lynch kills it. Fuck icp. go chiefs. -this is just an opinion so stfu and deal with it. Tech+Bone+Lynch collaboration needa happen soon! btw i aint hatin on yall bro. do you. this me doin me. expressin my opinion on some music. real talk

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Permalink Reply by Bloodstepp - Bass & Bubblegum on January 26, 2010 at 12:51am

I live fo the carnival, I die fo the carnival, I prey fo the carnival, just take me away, take me away!

WHOOP WHOOP

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