Friday, October 5, 2018

i've put so many posts in drafts on my "public" blog, i finally realized, NO DOY, GO TO YER ANNEX BLOG, DUMBO

WHY DON'T YOU ENCOURAGE ME TO BE HAPPY?

i do not think she made the cut for a scorpio
by the skin of its teeth, at the time, it did work
everything i did similar, was long suffering, yet

cross-eyed
cyclical, diluted
obsessively sleepy
i made my own self
dizzy, and you liked
that for some reason

she was in the realm
of sorta and kinda
i said nothing

and vanished


"El-Producto, now wild boy stuff, spittin' dust
 Pain and rain, we know angels dump
 El-Tornado on all y'all chumps"

-Run The Jewels

he was speeding around the corners, and i said,
dude, i get it, you're a fast driver, but i'm not ready for heaven
he said, heaven... laughed at that, i said, that's right, son, that's exactly right
well, and if you were hovering above in the clouds, you wouldn't have liked any of it

i just don't do comparisons, and if i suspect carbon copies, or me being put in the stack

i'm out.

like he said:

"Don't doubt we will mow down you dogs
 No clout to spend here at all, we will now clown you all
 Go shout it to the gods, "RTJ's arrived
 To make your minion cry!", burn our image in her eyes
 Better get a little bit of that zen shit in ya
 I'm a long hitter, but defile the fuck outta frog rap dinner
 How the fuck El-Produc' get bigger, better, meaner?
 Living like a sinner, mean demeanor
 Eat a bleeding, screaming, mean leader
 Back to the ether (ether, ether, ether)"

-Run The Jewels

ether.

just like Leif V. says, too, right?

i said, "do you like music?"

he said, "not as much as you," through laughter -
well, i laughed too, because, i like to hear that i'm crazy with it.
pointing out the obvious like that, i like that, i like to hear that i'm crazy with it.

pragma
logica

our female gods -

the leaves are gold, and i wonder.

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the internet is so fucking stupid. it's all deceit, and i'm not talking about the news. i'm on the verge, yo. i've been saying it for years, but dang, i just feel it calling me - the wild. the most feral thing one can do is bounce.

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