blurs from busted cameras -
just dropped another one while
getting out the car tonight
Wednesday, April 24
SONG OF THE DAY: Let's Do It In Slow Motion
OUT HERE LIVING LIFE TO THE FULLEST
EVEN THOUGH CULTURE TRIES TO SHRINK IT TO THE
SMALLEST
TRYING TO CRUSH MY LIME GREEN BLAZE ORANGE AURA
YIN YANG
BENEATH MINIMUM PAYMENTS AND MAXIMUM TIME DEMANDS
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT POISON CULTURE?
I STAY MOVING SLOW, EVEN WHEN ON THE CLOCK
KEEP IT SLOW AS FUCK, GOT MY HEARTBEAT AT SCREWED
AND CHOPPED BPM
Y’ALL GONNA KILL US ALL ANYWAYS
THE ROAD GONNA END WHEN IT ENDS
MIGHT AS WELL ENJOY THE SCENERY
WITHOUT BLOWING A GASKET EARLY
B4CK WH3N P30PL3 W4S BV1LD1NG...
back when people was building
to be enjoyed for a life,
not flipped at a profit
Tuesday, April 23
W3 VS3D T0 M4K3 SH1T, BV1LD SH1T...
"we used to make shit, build shit;
now we just put our hand in
the next guy's pocket," Frank said
SONG OF THE DAY: Whitey on the Moon
Relating more to Gil Scott-Heron’s lyrics here than
the whiteys on the moon, I look forward to a day where our racial analysis in
America starts to parse whiteness away from its monolithic cultural superior
status, and we can start to see the shades of grey inside the whiteness. While
capital letter Whitey has gone to the moon, there’s still a lot of lower case
whiteys stuck here on the flat earth, pretending they gonna get a ride on the
spaceship. In fact, that whole demographic of lower case whiteys has been
capital W (for win) Whitey’s bread and butter since way back in the day. And I
don’t say that to absolve poor whites from the dastardly acts and inherent
benefit to being white in this society; I say it so that the capital W Whitey
can lose their foot soldiers and literal cannon fodder. Even as a white male,
at least as the type of white male I am, I can say without a hint of feeling
bad, fuck Whitey.
There used to be this journal called Race Traitor,
which talked about how the best way culturally-identified white people could
dismantle the systemic power of whiteness is to betray that shit. We done got
so woke these days, we might have gone back to sleep partially, and you might
have an online rabble rouser jump in your shit for trying to do that. But
honestly, in all my experiences in life, if you carry yourself in the real
world with integrity and don’t be a self-important asshole, most folks gonna end
up trusting you to be doing right. Internet moves too fast for real world
processing though, and also clouds all truth with multiple fogs of
misinformation, so rather than being like “yeah fuck whitey on the moon!” you’d
have people arguing that ultimately Whitey getting to the moon was the most
important cultural achievement in human history, or that there was no moon
landing, or that actually the Annunaki landed on the moon four centuries ago,
or I don’t know a million different things. But ultimately the point of this
song is this dude’s sister got medical bills out the ass from living in
sub-standard conditions, and they going broke just trying to live, while
capital W Whitey done not flown all the way to the goddamned moon. That shouldn’t
feel like a big W for win necessarily, if you’re leaving behind the majority of
humanity to make historical etchmarks for the economic minority.
Monday, April 22
SONG OF THE DAY: Salue 2 El Chapo
Life put the Monday cobra clutch on me, after having them momentary weekend delusions during idle times that maybe the relentless onslaught of this late capitalist pyramid scam might lighten up at some point. Nope, it ain't gonna go away, until this shit crumbles. El Chapo dreams about all most of us have left, more realistic than the Powerball, because we at least get to touch some of it before they shut us down, as planned all along. Anti-devil FYIFYFMF mentality at 130% volume today.
ST4R1NG 4T TH3 SKY W1TH 4...
staring at the sky with a
frustrated heart feeling like
"Brooklyn Zoo" instrumental
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