Morals

a) Little girls, this seems to say,
Never stop upon your way.
Never trust a stranger-friend;
No one knows how it will end.
As you’re pretty, so be wise;
Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind,
Gay, or charming never mind!
Now, as then, ‘tis simple truth—
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!

b) Many a girl has waited long
For a husband brave or strong;
But I’m sure I never met
Any sort of woman yet
who could wait a hundred years,
Free from fretting, free from fears.

Now, our story seems to show
That a century or so,
Late or early, matters not;
True love comes by fairy-lot.
Some old folk will even say
It grows better by delay.

Yet this good advice, I fear,
Helps us neither there nor here.
Though philosophers may prate
How much wiser’tis to wait,
Maids will be a-sighing still–
Young blood must when young blood will!

c-1) Ladies, you should never pry,—
You’ll repent it by and by!
‘Tis the silliest of sins;
Trouble in a trice begins.
There are, surely—more’s the woe
Lots of things you need not know.
Come, forswear it now and here—
Joy so brief that costs so dear!

c-2) You can tell this tale is old
By the very way it’s told.
Those were days of derring-do;
Man was lord, and master too.
Then the husband ruled as king.
Now it’s quite a different thing;
Be his beard what hue it may—
Madam has a word to say!

d-1) It’s a pleasant thing, I’m told,
To be left a pile of gold.
But there’s something better still,
Never yet bequeathed by will.
Leave a lad a stock of sense—
Though with neither pounds nor pence—
And he’ll finish, as a rule,
Richer than the gilded fool.

d-2) Can the heart of a Princess
Yield so soon to borrowed dress?
So it seems—but wait a while— ‘Tis not all a tale of guile.
He was young and straight of limb; She was just the girl for him.
He was brave, and she was fair.
Tell me, when the right man’s there—
Be he but a miller’s son—
What Princess will not be won?

e-1) Diamonds and rubies may
Work some wonders in their way;
But a gentle word is worth
More than all the gems on earth.

e-2) Though—when otherwise inclined—
It’s a trouble to be kind,
Often it will bring you good
When you’d scarce believe it could.

f-1) Beauty is a treasure rare.
Who complains of being fair?
Yet theres still a something more
That good fairies have in store.
Tis that little gift called grace,
Weaves a spell round form and face,
Of each word makes magic, too,
Lends a charm to all you do.

This it was-and nothing less
Cinderellas fairy dress!
And if you would learn the way
How to get that gift today
How to point the golden dart
That shall pierce the Princes heart
Ladies, you have but to be
Just as kind and sweet as she!

f-2) Godmothers are useful things
Even when without the wings.
Wisdom may be yours and wit,
Courage, industry, and grit
Whats the use of these at all,
If you lack a friend at call?

g-1) Here’s a fairy tale for you,
Which is just as good as true.
What we love is always fair,
Clever, deft, and debonair.

g-2) Nature oft, with open arms,
Lavishes a thousand charms;
But it is not these that bring
True love’s truest offering. ‘Tis some quality that lies
All unseen to other eyes—
Something in the heart or mind

h) Children are a pride to all
When they’re handsome, straight, and tall.
But how many homes must own
Some odd mite who’s seldom shown—
Just a little palefaced chap,
No One thinks is worth a rap!
Parents brothers laugh him down
Keep him mute with sneer and frown.
Yet it’s Little thumbling may
Bring them fortune one line day!

terrorized town victims claim to see flying humanoid

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Folked Up III

Prisoner of Folk, indeed. But in the end closure was sweet! Sadness truly does pay off.

‘Ross’ is not so bad. I was grumpy when I said those things about him. I thought ‘Austin’ looked good with feathers in his hair. But I just like Indians. In fact I don’t know either of them! I think I just appreciate the male figure. I certainly don’t like all of them, REALLY, that I claim to like, because I do not know them.

Clit Ripper

EDIT: I take back everything that I wrote in this post. I would have edited it sooner if I had the time. This entry clearly shows where I was at that point in my life (high school) which is why I am keeping it posted. I hope that anyone who reads it will take it with a grain of salt.

I like Ians guitar work. I think its catchy. And I would definitely buy their t-shirt as a reminder of the times I ended up in Ians studio apartment with a hand on my leg and a floppy dick in my mouth. I think that the Cannibal Holocaust theme was a thumbs up, B rated films are my favorite types. I’ll pass on the shitty B rated lyrics (you have to read, listening is not a luxury you can part take in when putting them on your record player). If you get a hold of their text, it would be a waste of time trying to interpret I Wish, or Swazi Cunt.

Ians book Devotion, originally titled Tabarsi, is excellent. His writing is just below radder- I see publishing in my crystal ball. However his lyrics are lazy and repetitive, together is boring, not unlike any other band out for shocks.

“I wish… is what people often say
Why don’t we act
on such an impulse
so our darkest dreams could be fulfilled?
Why is every struggle uphill?”

Why is every struggle uphill? As a child I THIRST to learn the answers to such questions our society often IGNORED. Sex With Children later came out and was released on to the Clit Ripper myspace page. I was touched probably because I felt like it kind of threw a spot light on me, but I’ve always suspected Ian had other interests my age that could back up his own to write this sad tune. He must, because I’m still a virgin.

Ian also uses his Myspace to promote his books and film. As recently as twenty minutes ago Ian posted a bullitan viewable to all who had friended him, titled: ” Dear PORTLAND: CLIT RIPPER…?! What the fuck??!”

Ok.

So for the last two years, my bandmates and I have been asked literally hundreds of times what our band Clit Ripper is about and where we stand on issues of women’s rights, homosexuality, fascism, serial killers, pedophilia, etc. Basically any of the taboo subjects or situations we have touched upon in our songs to date. How taboo you perceive them depends a great deal on where you are and where you live.

Well, we’ve always answered these questions to the best of our ability, sometimes eloquently, sometimes not, and lately I have discovered the internet is full of information about Clit Ripper, whether it is in the form of record/song/show reviews, message board discussions, quotes from us or our lyrics not to mention numerous Clit Ripper lyrics pages domestic and international, or an interview/explanation/debate here and there involving me or someone else in the band’s history. I have come to terms with the fact that the information presented on the worldwide web about Clit Ripper can often be misleading or has been showcased in a vague or sensational manner.

I’m here to set the record straight as best I can, so as to avoid more confusion about our little band amidst the activist-heavy hardcore scene.

We fully believe in women just like we do in men. Misogyny, abuse directed towards other human beings, rape, and child molestation are wrong. Period. Violence towards minorities such as gays & lesbians, and minorities of varying ethnic backgrounds is wrong. Period. It is wrong to kill one person, or a large number of people. It is wrong to kill or hurt other people. Period. Pedophilia is disgusting and wrong. Period. Anybody with average intelligence and human compassion would agree.

We in Clit Ripper believe that through free communication and discussion of these sociopolitical problems through the medium of extreme music (metal/punk/hc/grind) and through other means can help solve them. One way to do this, we believe, is through breaking down the third-person barrier and telling the story of not only the Victim, but imagining oneself in the shoes of the Victimizer as well. Through the Victim’s eyes, one can behold the suffering and pain of the Victim; through the Victimizer’s eyes, one can seek to behold the motives and thought/emotion processes of the Victimizer, the perpetrator of the heinous act of murder, rape, violence. This method retains the first-person perspective of the Victim and expands upon it, ushering the listener into the world of the Victimizer too, at times causing discomfort for the listener (as well as the songwriter!).

Clit Ripper believes that when society is ready to examine the motives and thought/emotion processes of the Victimizer, society will be able to pinpoint what might have made the Victimizer commit such a horrible act upon another human being in the first place, therefore understanding the Victimizer and his/her motives, and making the first step in preventing such a horrible act in the future.

Unfortunately, today’s society, in the crumbling remains of the 20th century and the infancy of the 21st, the majority is all too content to just throw the Victimizer into a prison cell of isolation, and/or alter his/her brain altogether with federally-regulated psychotropic drugs after “diagnosis”, or worse yet, execute him/her through lethal injection or by other “humane” means through a government mandated process of (in)justice. The Victim, that is, if the Victim survives the Victimizer, often experiences a similar deal from society: the “prison cell of isolation” becomes a mental trap of isolation and depression; the Victim is often prescribed these same “federally-regulated psychotropic drugs” post-diagnosis to various degrees and potencies in order to alter the feelings of depressive isolation; and the finality of death and “execution” often comes in the form of suicide and/or slow-death self-destruction through drug & alcohol abuse.

This is because society currently reacts with the idea that cutting off a part of its body that has gone irretrievably gangrene is better than the idea of trying to cure the painful illness before it ever gets to the point of being officially diagnosed as gangrene. Escapism in full. We live in a society trying to escape from itself. We want nothing more than to think everything’s fine and that we’re not sick and suffering from a strange, frightening illness. And if we do realize in a sober moment that something unhealthy IS there, we are so out of breath from constantly running away from it, that we haven’t the energy to even THINK about curing it.

Basically, society dictates that we destroy something painful before anyone realizes what it really is. But if we understand what it really is, that might just help us prevent it in the future.

This is what Clit Ripper is about. Understanding sociopolitical problems such as rape, murder, serial killers, pedophiles, racists, and gay-bashers, in order to make a crucial step in solving the problems and preventing them from happening anymore. This is what the music of Clit Ripper has come to mean for us, and I have to admit when the band started two years ago in the summer of ‘05, this was not as clear to us as it is now. Everyone has made mistakes that they are ashamed of, yet everyone has done things they are at least a little proud of as well.

Clit Ripper is a symbol of suffering. The Victim suffers greatly, and the Victimizer is suffering too.

The name Clit Ripper means a lot to us in how it relates to all the ideas I have illustrated above. This is why we keep our name, and we are NOT going to change it.

Suffering is what makes the world go ‘round, but that’s not how it has to be.
If we could just replace suffering and Pain with understanding and Devotion, perhaps we would all smile a lot more and realize we’re all the same, because we all suffer.

—Ian Kashani

I didn’t read the entire update so maybe I’m not entitled to rant. It was the first two paragraphs that lit the flame. Ian was sure his fans wanted to know the view of the band, Clit Ripper, in full, is Ian Edwards (Johnny Kashani is his writing name he sometimes combines). Ian has enclosed with me several times his plans to rule the world and redefine the way people see themselves, and life with In Front of the Kids, Clit Ripper record. Results are yet to surface. He claims that he is crazy. Is pursuing a fifteen year old at twenty six a good reason to call him crazy or is he just perverted?

When I was fifteen I thought I was in love with Ian but his girlfriend provided a brick wall for me after Wolfgang turned me down.

After rocky times with Calie (his girl), he reentered my life. I don’t think I was particularly fond of him then. I recall a handful of conversations in which I said ‘he changed, or I did, or we both did.’ We almost had sex, and I was okay with it then (I didn’t want to appear ungrateful to myself to not accept sex from someone I once considered a lover. I brought this up to Edward after he broke up and he told me I was saying that for sympathy. I don’t think this is the case since I don’t usually parade Ians and mines relationship. He is not mine to parade. Edward used to call me after we broke up to chat). I feel like a human vibrator, tucked away when its convenient and cumed all over by low lives and internet lives. When I dated Edward we cuddled and smoothed. Beyond that there was nothing, and I felt like I deserved a gold medal for my effort. Traveling seems like a decent road to go down. I’d also like to go to school.

Sophomore year Ian asked me to be his girlfriend and I avoided the question. In turn, I was avoided by Ian. For the millionth time since I’ve known Ian, he has re-reentered and he re-misses me. I still dislike Clit Ripper, I own ‘In Front of the Kids’ after running into them on the 75 one day, I accept free merchandise and stood up for Ian and Wolf on a local cut article under hypocritically drunk. My soberness if at the time, wouldn’t have changed my views on the subject, and YES, firefox does have spell check, I highly recommend it for people who drunk write. But I still totally think Ian is a cool guy, by all means, I was just kinda upset with that whole BULLETIN thing. Haha. CMON, Ian is on my top four, who couldn’t love him?