claustrophobic recklessness
of being broke never leaves
your DNA completely
Wednesday, July 8
Tuesday, July 7
GV4RD R41L M3M0R14LS W3R3...
guard rail memorials were
my birthright - live fast, die young,
fill your gravestone's dash with fire
Monday, July 6
SONG OF THE DAY: El Diario de un Borracho
I AM WEARING NOTHING BUT MESH BOXER BRIEFS AND TRYING
TO DO KETTLEBELL SWINGS IN MY BASEMENT APARTMENT
LIVING ROOM WHILE WATCHING LUCHA LIBRE
BUT BLASTING NORTEÑO MUSIC LOUD AS FUCK
BECAUSE AMERICA HAS TOO MANY LAME ASS
NEIGHBORS; I SHOULD BE BACK IN THE
COUNTRY BUT NOBODY CAN AFFORD
ANYTHING IN THIS PLACE AND
NOW NOBODY CAN LEAVE BECAUSE
WE'VE FUCKED UP THE PANDEMIC BETTER THAN
ANYBODY ELSE. AMERICAN EXCEPTIONALISM
HAS LEFT US MORE DOOMED THAN EVER
OH WELL, KEEP SWINGING THIS KETTLEBELL
STUDYING THE TECHNIQUES OF FABY APACHE
AND THE IMPECCABLE FASHION OF MAXIMO
AND KEEP TRYING TO GET STRONGER
AND STUPIDER AND GROW A LONGER BEARD
AND AVOID DEATH FOR AT LEAST
ANOTHER 69 HOURS
SONG OF THE DAY: Drug Dealer
Used to be a sworn boom baptist, but in recent years I've definitely loosened my rigid hip hop morality to expand worldwide. Sadly, there's no real good source of worldwide hip hop exposure; it's all geared to specific scenes based on geography or corporate ties. Definitely when the early wave of what's derogatorily called mumble rap started to raise up, I found myself loving British grime music way more, because it had that gritty feel that I love, and is very tied to a feeling in the American landscape when boom baptistry was prominent. The foggy autotuned vocals of mumble rap make sense though, because we live in this highly developed era of forced order, many of us pharmaceutically manipulated into accepting it all without suicide, so there's a very literal fogginess to our existence that makes the sad autotune wails of mumble rap very relevant. Gotta admit though, through my oldest kid's studies in South Asia, I've tended to find autotuned hip hop from other places more enjoyable than American autotune, with some exceptions. It all goes to further prove how our media, even corporate music media, is all tied to the environment of where we are. Can somebody point me to a cultural anthropological compendium of ongoing hip hop expressionism globally? Anyways, here's slowthai, who is fucking great.
MY 1NN4T3 M0RT4L1TY...
my innate mortality
always lurks, threateningly;
cheated death multiple times
Sunday, July 5
CH4S1NG D1G1T4L DR4G0NS...
chasing digital dragons
only makes it worse, finger
poking for dopamine fix
Saturday, July 4
SONG OF THE DAY: Stargaze
Fool moon rose over the Earth where I lay my head last night. It was hot and box fans pushed warm air over my naked body. I walked outside and looked at the moon, and the stars, and listened to all the night sounds, and didn't really sleep no easier than normal. But it's nice to have survived another fool moon.
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