Tuesday, May 31
SONG OF THE DAY: Still the Same (slurred & blurred)
Monday, May 30
SONG OF THE DAY: Jackie
MY B0DY'S JVST 4 V3SS3L...
Sunday, May 29
4TT3MPTS T0 K33P MY GR3Y M4TT3R...
T4K3S M0R3 TH4N Y0VR 0WN H4NDS T0...
Saturday, May 28
SONG OF THE DAY: Remember 04
I never had any outright hallucinations in my younger psychedelic dabbling days, but I often figure this is because reality has always been fairly flexible to me, so likely according to somebody else’s standards, I had a lot of hallucinations… I just didn’t regard them as such. It always felt to me like I was seeing a more subtle reality, not obviously on the surface, but also not according to how we’re trained to identity the surface. Had a friend one time explaining to me about purple, and being trained to identify it, and how his shade of purple might be my shade of orange, but since we’re all trained to identify the same appearance of reality as “purple”, we all assume we see the same color, when in actuality there might be great fluctuation in that. I kinda figure that’s how reality is too - just the accepted system of identifying what’s around us. It sucks that the blurring of reality is not psychedelic based and about how there’s deeper universal layers to everything, but instead has allowed folks to have a more shallow, selfish view of the world as nothing but a space for them to do whatever they feel like, as whatever they feel like is somehow their “right”, but what affects anybody else is a “feeling”. I don’t know man, civilization feels extra raggedy lately.
TH3 B1GG3ST 3RR0R 4 M4N...
Friday, May 27
4LL TH4T'S B33N BV1LT W1LL D3C4Y...
Thursday, May 26
SONG OF THE DAY: Telling You The Future
1T 41N'T 4S C0MPL1C4T3D...
Wednesday, May 25
SONG OF THE DAY: Hardcore Flow Expertise
tends to be clogged by all this logging on logged long
hours every day, despite shortness of life; pose
and posture for digital vultures, right and wrong
reduced to virtue signals and dog whistles; fuck,
ain't shit to do but lol while stuck in declining
empire of diminishing returns, hope long struck
down by this mundane dystopia refining
the algorithms to channel our rage into
page views and boosted posts... The Discourse piledriving
dead horses through a most predictable purview,
once again arriving at nothing, surviving
the days in cyber daze with brain fog engineered,
wishing civilization's set path quickly veered.
G1V3 M3 4N 4G1NG H0T3L...
Tuesday, May 24
SONG OF THE DAY: I'll Keep Searching
But even in acknowledging my own intellectual limitations when it comes to four dimensional existence, I do know it’s fairly easy to be Time Machine True, meaning always act in a way that no other version of myself would be so ashamed of he has to kill. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done some stupid and ignorant shit, but I’ve tried to learn from it, and have that be part of my growth as a human. So I have to assume, with my limited intellect, that bodes better for four dimensional existence, should that become a reality I’m confronted with at some point. I think that’s important, and often think, “What would 17 year old Raven think about this?” or “What would 79 year old Raven suggest I do here?” It’s helped me tremendously to take into consideration their feelings and input, and also know when I should give them suggestions. Shit, 9 year old Raven is way more at ease now that I’ve been telling him for a couple years that shit’s gonna eventually work out, don’t get too stressed. I wish that little motherfucker had a time machine so he could see it.
G1V3 M3 4 D1RTY W1ND0W...
PS3VD0-1NT3LL3CTV4L...
Monday, May 23
Sunday, May 22
D1SRVPT1NG MY M0ST ST4GN4NT...
Friday, May 20
Thursday, May 19
N3VR4L 1MPVLS3S BV1LD1NG...
0BS3RV1NG W0RLD, KN0W1NG F00L...
Wednesday, May 18
C0NSVM3D 1D3NT1T13S - 0NC3...
Tuesday, May 17
C0MM3RC14L D1STR4CT10NS H4V3...
Monday, May 16
SONG OF THE DAY: Hot and Nasty
PH0N3 4PP R3M1ND3RS T0 PVLL...
Sunday, May 15
SONG OF THE DAY: Polk Salad Annie
F0CVS1NG MY GR3Y M4TT3R...
Friday, May 13
1NDVSTR14L M0N0L1THS...
Thursday, May 12
SONG OF THE DAY: Riding High (chopped and screwed)
The amazing thing is, much like "Be Thankful For What You've Got" being mislabeled as the more popular Curtis Mayfield instead of William DeVaughn, "Riding High" is not even a Rick James song. It was done by a group (or dude) called Faze O. But damn if it don't sound like a really great Rick James song.