Writing, creating beats. That's it right now. If I'm not working one of my two jobs I'm chained to my mic stand. I'm real into politics and world events.

Shiiit. I don't know. My favorites are The Shawshank Redemption and American Beauty. If you seen'em you might see a pattern. I like a lotta shit from The Matrix to Clockwork Orange. I dig old style horror movies. They don't scare me, I just dig that nastalgic feel.

The Wheel Of Time Series, The Best War Ever, Charlatain, The Last Days Of Pompei, The Dresden Files, Neverwhere. Different things. My favorite kind of story is one that mashes fantasy in the real world together.I love to learn things, so I have some text books too.

dee_strife

www.myspace.com/bluddee

dee_strife@yahoo.com

My name is Dee. Essex isn't my nickname, stage name, alias, or any other shit like that. I just used it because I think the name is dope and nobody else was usin' it.
I've lived all over the U.S. I came up in Oakland, Ca. Since then I've been all over the south and the midwest.
I'm Romani. Gypsie. 3 quarters Kalderash tribe, 1 quarter African American. I know I came out lookin' fucked up; No point in puttin' me up on it.
I take my heritage seriously. We're a proud fuckin' people. Spellcasters, psychics, master smiths, musicians. If you're into horror, try lookin' up the Romani history sometime. You wouldn't believe the shit we battled through. For some reason everyone hates a Rom and noone talks about'em.
I'm used to bein' hated. My attitude, my past, my Juggalo status, being the outsider in the new place, being poor, being the ethnicity I am. The only people I've found that can accept me unfiltered are hippies and my two families : The Rom and The Juggalos. I have mad love for the whole family. This one time I saw a skinny kid in a Ringmaster T-Shirt gettin' jumped by some guys. I didn't even think about it, I jumped right in to help my brother. I'm like that. I believe in this Juggalo thing so much that I want to give back for the way that belonging to the nation has made me feel.
I felt the call to make music two years ago. I'm not gifted. I didn't know thing one about the pretty murderous sounds that came outta my speakers when I started. I learned, though. Hustled for equipment, huslted my way into situations to learn about the ins and outs, and now I'm SO FUCKING CLOSE I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!! I have the beats, I have the flows, I have the ear. I need feedback though, so I'm gonna bother you for it and post blogs asking for it and shit like that. Fair warning, y'all.
I'm addicted to current events and politics and shits of that nature. I want to change the way the shit gets played out and IF I'm ever going to accomplish anything it has to be an inside job.
I used to bang an' slang when I was a kid. I was in a gang, I'm not about to say which one here, but that shit stays with you, y'all. I get funny looks when I open my mouth. So I've evolved and developed my office voice. I have to play a part when I'm at work and that shit eats and eats and eats until I have to balance it out by doin' some extreme ninja shit now and then.
I'm old school in the worst possible way. I ain't down with most new music, I keep it saggy and baggy, I think back on 1998 the way old fucks do when they talk about The Great War.
I'm rotting in my flesh. Seriously. I'm falling apart.
I have this preoccupation with death....What was I sayin'?
I'm extremely religeous. I'd call myself adept at Catholocism, Christianity in general, and most of it's denominations. I'm an expert of religeon as a whole. And if you scoff, good. If you think we're the most advanced thing out there then you deserve to be where you're headed.
I like to tag resturaunts and other businesses with a crayon. I can't explain why, but it's the bomb to me.
I been working forever. I'm talkin' about 15 hour days. It's been like prison. Well, sorta. At least you can take a muthafuckin' NAP in PRISON...Then again, you prolly won't be doin' it alone...
I use a grip of apostraphies instead of g's. I know this. I can pull the poindexter out of my metaphorical ass and display my personality in a fashion that's more universally acceptable if I so chose, but FUCK THAT SHIT! I type the way I talk, and I talk the way I fuck. Long and sloppy, alright?
I want to know lo's, lette's, anything slightly malformed inbetween.
The bitch in the basement won't stop screaming.
That's all, I guess.

Fuckin' guess. I'm a true red and yellow juggalo. The Clownz, Twiztid, Blaze. Even ABK if I'm feeling it. I'm feelin' a grip of other artists though. AMB, and fuck anyone squawkin' shit about my boys. Q Strange ain't the hardest, but the ninja's sick and he can definitely flow. The Hell House Productions label and Havok right here in the Lou, love to them. Tech N9ne, Skatterman and Snug Brim, Kabosh, DZK (www.warlab.com . You GOTS ta hear this muthafucka! It's CRAZY.), Killa C, Lawst, Kid Crusher, the list goes on. I dig the old school's shit mostly. Hip-Hop ain't got what it used to. I'm from Oakland so I was there back in the day when NWA was makin' noise. I got hooked back then. Bone Thuggz, Warren G, Tupac, shit like that. I like Pearl Jam and 90's Metallica, Prince, Ghetto Boyz,Coolio, Older Incubus, The Doors, alotta the old psychadelic shit, Denguey Fever, Dip Squad, you get the gist.

Confrontation. I love to fuck with people's perceptions and obtuse fuckin' views. If the shit's right, I love to turn confrontation into conversation. I won't shove anything down a muthafucka's throat, excludin' a knife, but I'm down to talk about anything.
Nature. I grew up in the city, I live in the city now. I spent a grip trapped in the middle of nowhere. I don't know about y'all, but I'm not down for frog giggin' and cow tippin' and makin' moonshine. There wasn't even a music shop within 70 miles. There's something about being in the woods though... Hearing the animals doin' their thing and feeling life all around you.
The Carnival. I'm a MUTHAFUCKING FANATIC, you feel me? I LOVE the Carnival. It seemed like every time the clowns put out a C.D. the on it was straight up dealin' with the shit I was going through. I moved around so much in my life, I always felt that I was alone, you know what I'm mean? I felt like the shit I thought and the shit I did was mine and mine alone my whole fuckin' LIFE. Now I know I'm not alone, and I don't mind sharing.

You know what I really fuckin' hate? 2 things right now.
1. All these people that put up a page and even add you as a buddy, but think that it's freeeeeshhhhhhhh to leave all their shit blank so they can be mysterious. You're just ascinine, and not even interesting enough to type about your bitch life.
2. All these divetheads talkin' about lettin' their pen bleed. It's been worn-thefuck-out, y'all. Not everyone bleeds through their pen. That means you put your soul and the deepest parts of your psyche on the page. You ain't sayin' shit, you ain't about shit, so you just lettin' your pen SHIT you dickholster!