VS3D C0PY 0F F4N0N'S TH3...

used copy of Fanon's The 
Wretched of The Earth at age 
sixteen did wonders for me 

Y0V C4N T4K3 TH3 B0Y 0VT 0F...

you can take the boy out of 
the country, but his simple 
ass was still born in Farmville 

DW3LL1NG H4PP1LY 1N TH3...

dwelling happily in the 
shadows of southern gothic 
futurism, yes yes y'all 

TH3 W4Y TH1S CVLTVR3 H4S B33N...

the way this culture has been 
built, we're all replaceable; 
practice embezzling hours back 

4LW4YS R3M3MB3R T0 L0VNG3...

always remember to lounge - 
ain't shit you really got to 
do but survive each damned day 

0LD S0VL G04T M3NT4L1T13S...

old soul goat mentalities 
run head first into modern 
world's existential bullshit 

N4V1G4T3D TH3 S0VTHS1D3...

navigated the southside 
Virginia mine fields; somehow, 
still in one fragmented peace 

S4T1N FL4GS W1TH S1LK FR1NG3 41N'T...

satin flags with silk fringe ain't 
for the wretched; most of us 
born half-doomed and one-third dead 

4LW4YS F3LT 0N TH3 0VTS1D3...

always felt on the outside, 
but then learned the fringe is where 
I'd rather be anyways 

MY BL00D L1N3 C4M3 FR0M TH3 H1LLS...

my blood line came from the hills, 
here and there; “son of tonsure” 
hard-headed ascetic monk 

M4D3 1T T0 TH3 H0R1Z0N...

made it to the horizon, 
where I try to blend in with 
Blue Ridge skyline best I can 

JVST 4 S0VTHS1D3 V1RG1N14...

just a southside Virginia 
scrub pine, trapped behind fences 
I pretend ain’t even there 

W4ND3R3D 4L0NGS1D3 TH3 S4M3...

wandered alongside the same 
river for three decades now, 
scattering thoughts like crow caws 

1 F0LL0W3D P0W3R L1N3S...

I followed the power lines 
to where buildings stood fifty 
people high; I got lost there 

N4TVR4L B0RN C0VNTRY B0Y...

natural born country boy, 
taking solace in nowhere; 
it’s where I feel most at home 

N4V1G4T3D C1ND3R BL0CK...

 

navigated cinder block 
labyrinths, meandering 
back roads, and own half-doomed heart 

4N0TH3R C1RCL3 4R0VND...

 

another circle around 
the sun, etching one more line 
into the walls closing in 

1T'S 34SY T0 F33L L0ST WH3N...

it's easy to feel lost when 
you forget to remember 
the map's lines were never real 

C4SH RVL3S N0TH1NG N4TVR4L...

cash rules nothing natural, 
but everything around 
me is manmade abstraction 

WH1CH C4M3 F1RST, TH3 WH1T3 TR4SH 0R...

"which came first, the white trash or 
the dirt god?" - rhetorical 
questions asked while lounging 

R3C0GN1Z1NG 34CH W1NT3R...

recognizing each winter 
as time to retreat into 
the warm thinking of my heart 

C3L3BR4T1NG 34CH BL0SS0M...

 

celebrating each blossom 
of the redbuds as having 
survived another cycle 

F1LL1NG MY T4NK W1TH QV4RT3RS...

 

filling my tank with quarters 
collected in the empty 
pickle jar which we call life 

TR4NSM1SS10NS 0F 0TH3R W0RLDS...

transmissions of other worlds 
beyond the one I was born 
in gave me hope for escape 

SONG OF THE DAY: Damn Shaw

 

Nickelus F had a line in one song about eating gas station fried chicken regularly, and being he was also from Richmond, I don’t think I ever related to a rapper more. I estimate I’ve probably eaten close to one billion pieces of gas station fried chicken, with about 84% of that being thighs. When I die, I hope they put an image of a fried chicken thigh on my grave. Actually I’m being cremated and scattered by the railroad tracks, so I hope they save 69 chicken thigh bones to lay with my ashes being scattered, so the raggedy wild dogs and coyotes in the area can enjoy a marrow feast in my dead honor.
By the way, this video is amazing. Nickelus F is one of those brilliant ass dudes nobody knows about. His growing cultural status as Richmond Legend is absolutely deserved.

KN0WL3DG3 0F 4S3M1C...

knowledge of self determined 
by decoding asemic 
writing hidden in the cracks 

DRVNK3NLY S4NG F4M1LY...

drunkenly sang "family 
tradition" loud as fuck for 
three decades; now I'm dirtgod 

MY GR34T GR34T GR4NDP4R3NTS W3R3...

 

my great great grandparents were 
from somewhere I've never been; 
I'm lost in America 

SONG OF THE DAY: s0Vl p0W3r pt 11

When songs I write about for song of the day from the J.J. Krupert machine don’t exist inside youtube, because it’s a 45 I’ve recorded at 33 rpms (like this one), or some weird ass vaporwave from Lithuania, or beats my boys have made, or shit it might just be some fucked up shit I came across inside the dark tunnels of the internet, and no video exists on youtube for it, then I make one. This used to be just stitching gifs together with the audio, but gradually I started taking chunks of clips from elsewhere and slapping the music on it. It’s very little effort to be honest, but looks pretty great when you blur it out and glitch it up and throw it all together – kinda like knowing your way around a kitchen, in that if you get all the right ingredients and throw them together with even a little bit of competence, then the shit tastes good. This old Maceo & the Macks jam slowed down to 33 speed with a bunch of clips of Jim Kelly kicking people’s asses is the perfect example. This shit is like the fried egg sandwich of digitalia.

W3ST3RN C1V1L1Z4T10N...

western civilization 
is a pyramid scam, which 
launders immorality