SONG OF THE DAY: I've Been Searching

searching for something resembling meaning in this mundane 
rabbithole with the metaverse I landed in 
curse-blessed with consciousness 
attempting my absolute best to just vibe 
but so many electronics cloud existence 
leaving me feeling angry and down 
and full of resentment rather than 
excitement 
are there protonic devices as well 
which would boost my natural orgones 
and aid me in not running on 
deficit dopamine with diminishing 
returns as well as a more solid 
serotonin infusion 
from time to time 
to time to time 
perhaps the time part 
is root of the problem anyways 
limited ass existence 
complicated by existential crisis 
all the god damned time 
and yet still my dumb ass 
seeks 
searching for something 
that feels halfway okay 
in a world teetering on crooked axis 
dangling precariously over an 
imagined abyss 
which like the horizon never 
arrives 
on time 

SONG OF THE DAY: Stefflon Don

[Because the end of this Westside Gunn song is a clip of ECW commentary about Sabu breaking his neck, I decided to do some robot poetry, taking two paragraphs of Sabu’s Wikipedia page, about his injuries in ECW, running them through google translate from English to Arabic to Persian to Punjabi to Japanese to Spanish to English, and then giving it some line breaks. This is poetry, ya bish.]

Funk said he saw something that did nothing to date.

Some of the engineers equipped with very telegraphic lines

were executed from the dead end of the race and

disappeared into the fences. Never set

another date such as "Failed

because the ECW problems of other games could not be resolved".

The runner had an excellent loss record that broke the ribs

during ECW's tenure, broke his jaw and broke his neck twice.

He broke his neck, remember the game with Chris

Beniwit in November

1994 this time. Instead of what

I might be able to transform into the air

of Burung over Bump Florajia and

I might be able to do, and

it looks like a bite in the back and head of

And Benoit Sabu I

landed on top and got damaged.

In December of 1998, when Branch Tazz-Blocks

separated and deviated, they did not compete

with Taj in December 1998.

Brank was able to recover from

neck injuries and return to the plane,

and a month after the crown injury,

He decided two goals for his return to

the United States in the United States.

But, in collaboration with a small tour

after more than two weeks of injury,

he began counting the brakes

of an active Japanese ship.

Brock 2000 was the last ECV

that remained.

JJ Krupert Jan 2018 number eleven "ringing bells"

You get a lot of light quickly

He sent the air this world gift

They are fed with the offerings of the offerings.

There is no objective decision

You can close the roof

Microscope, exposure to the worm

Learn to eat poisoning

I show you how to spend six

The top of Risin 'Perden can hardly be seen with the naked eye

I live when I live and I go immediately

This is the eastern part of New York, Brooklyn.

Do you want Bang Beat Ass, Glamorous Techniques?

In the middle of the shoulder we spray Swingin spray

Just a moment in Prom Night

We believe in having a dial

We give you the biggest prayer

Each sentence is a timeline that you can define

How to make a hero game and a relative story

'Time Out', with a strong voice, "I'm black and I'm proud"

For "Crack Fucking" for all kinds of suspicions

My Nation - Chapels and Chasin Reports'

For the degree of God

Each MC guarantees that the Steppin is in place.

I wrote a red one in my head

For the blood of all my people

For this reason, the microphones broke too fast.

[verse 1, ran thru google translate, English to Persian, Persian to Turkish, Turkish to Welsh, Welsh to Spanish, Spanish to English]

JJ Krupert Jan 2018 number three "brujas"

[this is the internet so why bother with actual doing things and instead just fuck with things. running words through multiple translations in google translate has long been a favorite past-time of mine, so I took the lyrics to Princess Nokia's "Brujas" song, ran it from English to Yoruban, then Yoruban to Spanish, then back to English, because she mentions Yoruban and Puerto Rican ancestry. she also mentions Arawak but google translate is wack and has no indigenous languages like that because google is a tool of colonial techno-dominance over not only the physical but also metaphysical landscape. the only safe space left is pataphysical in nature, and most refuse to believe such a realm even exists.]

I am your case

I am your case

We are ghetto conjectures

Talk about the successful language

Fall to the ground

In Sage at the door 

In Sage at the door

In Sage at the door

In Sage at the door

Speaking, we can say the fines

Long lasting, long nail

Wounds of corn, pigs

The parents are still in prison

Good witches, I fuck with

Wrong bad, we work hard

Four elbows, four corners

North, east, west, southern shit

Good witches, I fuck with

You have disabled my tool

Diet, work tracking

If not, it's not something

Orisha, change 

Orisha, change

Orisha, change

The silver coins on the counter

I am black black blackman from Yoruba

And my people came from Africa, Cuba

And he mixed Arawak, the first people

I'm the black Native American, I'm everywhere

I am black black blackman from Yoruba

And my father in Nigeria, my grandchildren are witches

And I came from an island and I called it Puerto Rico

And that is one of the smallest but you have many people

Orisha, change 

Orisha, change

Orisha, change

The silver coins on the counter

The silver coins on the counter

Rage with my power 

Rage with my power 

Rage with my power 

Rage with my power 

Rage with my power 

Rage with my power 

Rage with my power 

Rage with my power 

Talk to companies with my friends

I am the head of this pact

I'm a wandering guy, you do not know who you love

Light is the best lamp

I heard that the night is dark

And if he does not notice his steps, the great fisherman will return

I put on a white shirt and I was able to pick up your luggage

And if you're looking for me with hate, then I'm in the light

Your bad path does not fight

I am not a queen of the night

I'm free, I'm tired and I'm all white

I am your case