Malakah was 7 when he dreamt of a promised land filled with riches and bi***es. however, after the 6th 8 ball, this ballah had no time and no more money. so he began banging on buckets in the subway. till he got enough pennies to purchase all algorhythmic device and an LFO. after he got off the streets, at the brisk young age of 11, he began growing up and seeing how many humans he despised, and how their behavior took control of his habits. he became aenemic, and a bubble squator. he begged men with wallets for a single breadcrumb, but they all laughed. it wasn't funny. the next evening, as he was selling his body to a tranny, he became intrigued with a female by the name of Aluberfrescka. Aluu, as she liked to be called, walked right on by the two seemingly homoerotic males and malakah began with a power walk right after her. it wasn't until about 30 blocks later Aluu said, "get the f*** away from you fagoid no good NASA space trash..." immediately, malakah fell in love, and began following her to work, leaving tiny messages in her office lobby. a collection of balloons, flowers, mail, and otherwise clouded Allu's room until she could not fit anymore. she decided to let this creep go, possibly instating a restraining order. but malakah became discouraged, ruined by no phone calls and dirty old ladies trying to hook up, he was destined for failure. he wandered across the barren lands of Oruk, until it was apparent that this cave in the desert was the only place for a lovestruck lonely soul like himself. he crawled deep into the cave, where he lit a candle, a spliff, and his laptop. his headphones blasting, sending echoes down deep into the caverns and bouncing off poltergeists, pools, and erroding fossils. it wasn't until he heard this that he screamed in glee, began a long process of deconstructing his own brain at the expense of himself, yet the benefit to the listener. and Allu repeatedly called and called his cell phone. but alas he had no service in his deep dark cavernous fortress of might and echo. on his voicemail, Allu cried "Malakah, boy, darling, thou hast not be too far? are thou going to live? for, it is unfit for a lady in love to live by herself..." and Malakah, being self absorbed and nearly finished because of her apathetic ways, trudged on through the night and day, making gems out of dust and cole. the beautiful maiden was not that far off, however, he was very busy and overjoyed with laughter. though his cave was a place no verizon wireless employee would ever mutter "can you hear me now??" luckily, Malakah had a wireless internet card and since then has been able to steal the internet from closeby desert shacks. unfortunately, neither Allu or Malakah were that crazy about AIM, and Allu didn't even know how to set up a free email account. but there Malakah stayed, posting new and fresh beats on myspace, sipping blind bat soop and eating crackers. he had no love for Allu left in his heart, for she had spoiled it all. Malakah only words were on a wireless internet broadcast, saying "my dear friends - my love is gone, but not all is lost, no no, there is still some juice in these batteries. the cave glows and swells with the eerie creeks and cracks of the beat, and whispers in the words of cold, lonely apparitions." and thus was true.

all the ghosts in the house ---- to the beat ---- just RAM.