SONG OF THE DAY: Tus Modos

Been fearing possible hexes in my life so also been scattering anti-hexes. It's natural for things to not go the best way in life but there are times where it feels like the vibes are off. It's also entirely plausible both those things are happening. Existence does not afford us the scientific method of changing one variable at a time, because real life has infinite variables perpetually shifting. Whatever magic you believe in enough to make real helps correct that wobble, whether it's real to everyone else or not. As I get older, I believe this more and more. I appreciate the good that the scientific method gives us, and how it does have the potential (if used righteously) to improve all our lives immensely. But it's got its limitations, and the scientific method doesn't like to acknowledge that. The human mind won't ever be able to figure it all out as fast as it is changing. We're always gonna be at least a million variables behind the curve of the universe. It's better to accept that and keep it moving than deny it and make it worse.
The problem with subjective reality and human beings though is some folks got really warped perspectives, and then catch you in their crosshairs. They believe they're right, which in their own mind they likely are. But in the overall preponderance of other minds, both human and non-human, they ain't even close to right. If you get too focused in their crosshairs, that creates problems for you. I've learned to try and lie low better than I used to, not inviting so much anti-dirtgod magic into my life easily, because enough comes along by happenstance. But it still happens, in moments you lose your focus, or just because you got caught slipping into the wrong stream of consciousness for a metaphysical minute. All you can do is try to keep it moving and throw up those anti-hexes like forearm armor, hoping to deflect the haters' curses.

BV1LD1NG MY S4NCTV4RY...

building my sanctuary 
one found object at a time, 
making something from nothing 

SONG OF THE DAY: Summer Breeze (slurred & blurred)

Summer might be over if you’re bound by the shackles of the calendar boxes, but the summer breeze never stops if you got your fifth eye activated to the synchronized dance of Jupiter and Saturn, with the hunter’s moon making night as if day. The summer breeze is much colder this time of year, but that’s just to encourage hibernation of spirit to process the devils who have blossomed in your life over the past planting season, and cast those who need to be forgotten away as memories instead of accomplices. Place a white quartz stone at your back door for environmental benefit, and also stack a few in your front yard as a warning to any carriers of negativity that their intentions shall not pass. Usually a quartz pile of ten to three thousand stones, from seven inches to 469 feet high, should do the trick.

4 L1K3LY L0NG T1M3 G0N3 M4N'S...

a likely long time gone man’s 
initials carved into stone, 
mocking my impermanence 

WH1T3 QV4RTZ CHVNK TH3 S1Z3 0F MY...

white quartz chunk the size of my

hard head, balanced on rusty

spring found beside railroad tracks

SONG OF THE DAY: Pocket Full of Stones

Had a chance to wander the woods near where I lived for the previous 20 but not the past year recently, and made me sad I missed the early spring popping of all the quartz pushed out the ground by cold frozen weather – a fresh crop of sharp powerful stones, same stuff used back in the days in these parts for tools and arrowheads. One time where the goat pen was on the land I used to live, they’d dug up an arrowhead. Got kinda afflicted with rockhound thoughts over the years wandering those woods on a quartz vein, where this one or that one would call me, want to come with, get stacked somewhere else. Sometimes I’d reach down and they wouldn’t let go of the ground and I’d be like “aight stone, you can stay where you want to be” and I’d let it go. I’ve got little piles of quartz everywhere where I used to live, everywhere where I walk now, in my apartment, trunk of my car, secret corners here or there – any time I go in the woods, whether cargo shorts or track pants, my pocket gets full up with stones that wanna go for a trip to somewhere else, and I put them together in little congresses, stacks of white trash quartz making noise in a pile, unified voices looming larger than individually libertied ones not wanting to be tread upon.

But whenever my silly tromping ass gets out in the woods (never lost – no grid out there to be lost from, just keep wandering, you’ll hit a creek or river or ugh development at some point) and I end up having all these rocks calling out to me, hitchhiking to a different location, circulating the power of lounge as charged by universal magnetics, getting weighted down slowly, even used to have a rucksack just for these purposes, I’d inevitably hear Pimp C’s slurring syrupy Texas drawl going “I got a pocket full of stonnnneeeeesssszzzzzzz” and that usually means I start freestyling heart scripture gibberish, which luckily out there in the woods is not gibberish at all but perfectly beautiful in its unscripted unedited unthunk-about-with-educated brain state. “I got a pocket full of stoonnnnnnneeeeeesssszzzzzzzzz…” alhamdulillah.

SONG OF THE DAY: Nont For Sale

Got turned onto Sudan Archives in the past six months and been loving that shit. Turns out she’s on Stones Throw, which has quietly been one of the consistently great pushers of solid music for a couple decades now. Capitalism is so fucked because in that twenty years, record industry remains shady as fuck, streaming has changed everything so that artists get exploited in even stranger ways, and my old ass is still illegally downloading things which has my kids lmao’ing at me because they stream it all, and then I’m like WHAT Y’ALL GONNA DO WHEN EVERYTHING’S IN THE CLOUDS BUT WE AIN’T GOT ACCESS TO THE CLOUDS NO MORE? WHAT Y’ALL YOUNG ‘UNS KNOW ABOUT THAT? and they roll their eyes. At least that that Juju on the Beat song is faded out so I don’t have to keep doing my WAIT A SECOND Y’ALL GOTTA HEAR THE REAL ONE and force Knuck if Ya Buck on them again, which usually leads into me playing Circles too and explicating the difference between pop rap and actual MC, and trying to clarify why Crime Mob MCs are superior to pop-manufactured female MC character actors, but just more eye rolls because kids know everything and old people like me don’t know shit. smdh.

Anyways, Sudan Archives is great, and Stones Throw is essentially Blue Note Records; if you don’t recognize that you’re probably actually the old one. In fact, just contemplating a Best of Stones Throw set of like 50 tracks to put up against any other label… or even doing such a project? Might have to call up the Xpert Whiteboyz Crew.

TH3 C4RDS SVGG3ST3D 1'D B3...

the cards suggested I'd be

crossing bridge to other side,

plus that I was blessed in life

solstice means incremental

steps back to springtime tinkers

with blossoms, brown rust, and rocks

master's degree in planet 

rocket science bestowed by 

Bambaataa and Rammellzee

pink cowboy boots - casual

conversation don't often

include the word “cisgender”

natural animal-born

bone sutures way tighter than

human surgical sutures

a motherfucker like me

builds magic through detritus

of earth rocks and railroad spikes

remnants still turn up from earth

where we used to keep pigs; too

close to human for my taste

oh ancient motherfuckin'

stones - share your deeply-concealed

secrets from center of earth

TOP TEN STONES CAST AT MOLOCH THE OWL GOD'S RELENTLESS ARMOR

#1: naked yoni hair/triggered by strong clitoris/AR-15 blast
#2: hamstring scars plus ass/tattoos that wiggle with thrust/like heat distortion
#3: thicker the berry/the deeper the juices go/ - you know what I mean?
#4: alpha male madness/will overruled - omega/womb won’t be denied
#5: what the fuck I say?/peacock brain flaunting despite/shiva’s stomping feet
#6: the world’s heart is fire/lava-blood flows, congeals as/stone once hits space
#7: motherfuckin’ fire/sterilizes purifies/against “pure” blood lies
#8: bitches with riches/gentrify destiny by/manifesting will
#9: will you or won’t you?/you a cog or you a frog?/make big splash go boom
#10: erection blossoms/spring time earth fire flows go bloom/go boom be naked

errant airborne lives survive

through viral immunity

acquired the hard way - ancient

my wife weaves found wood fibers,

I stack white quartz rocks; also

we mixed up our genetics

river is young solar flare

exploding with energy

in every direction

stay building little buddha

armies in tall grass edge of

neuro-psycho-logistics