1 R3M41N 4S S0L1D 4S...

I remain as solid as 
purple Christmas lights dangling 
off an early August porch 

H0P1NG T0 S33 TH3 R3DBVD...

hoping to see the redbud 
blossoms at least one more time 
(I say this every year) 

SONG OF THE DAY: El Expreso (rebajada)

They still don’t make amethyst turntables, which is fucked up if you ask me.

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.

SONG OF THE DAY: Genius of Love (chopped & screwed)

I belong to a secret society called PurpLife which elevates and reveres the chopped and screwed culture. A high-ranking 69th degree PurpLife Scientist I know well has always said Screw chopping “Genius of Love” was one of his favorite examples of how amazing chopped and screwed music can be. You can find more information about chopped and screwed music, and DJ Screw, by consulting your local library.

SONG OF THE DAY: Turn Down Yo Lights

Raven, an Aquarius. I love long drives at the margins of the declining American Empire, and wearing purple surgical masks when buying fried chicken in gas stations in parts of the country I'm not from. My turn ons are walking through train yards and marking things therein, and my turnoffs are people who think they know, and also cops, who are like the ultimate people who think they know. An ideal supper would be an 8-piece dark meat special, spread out over the course of the night, and probably some ginger brews or maybe orange Perriers or I don't know. I don't drink anymore so liquids aren't nearly as important in distracting me from what's going on as they used to be. Do you have a purple porch light? Holler at me.

SONG OF THE DAY: Long Haired Country Boy (chopped, split, stacked)

I got purple on my purple, burning purple confederate flags with purple stars on purple bars, 69 stars on the new ol’ glory, lime green and purple stripes, as the fuchsia stars swipes do glare. Wearing my crown made eternal redbud blossoms, I drive a pink primered low rider Chevy pick-up truck along the edge of the flat Earth, no guardrails anymore, because the world ended 100 miles back. “A rich man goes to college, a poor man goes to work…” I bridged the difference and done did both, first generation arts bachelor, thousandth generation sad sack with dirt on my god. But I’m filling the yard with metallic flowers and capturing poem spirits in bottles I found in the woods along the river that the kayak-havers know about on the weekends, but not on a Monday evening when it’s too hot to do shit but sit in the shade and hope the wind blows hard enough to make the metallic flowers spin in the yard. “If you don’t like the way I’m living, you just leave this long beard country boi alone…”

BV1LD1NG MY S4NCTV4RY...

building my sanctuary 
against endless suffering, 
one nonsense thought at a time 

SONG OF THE DAY: Right Down the Line (slurred & blurred)

Hey man, it’s Saturday as fuck over here, so we’re just blasting chill music, plugged in every purple Christmas light we could find, and just cranking up the orgone vibracity, but slow as possible. Life is best at slow cooker speed. In fact, I got some noodles draining in the sink for the past 20 minutes, to make some macaroni salad, but ain’t done shit. Just vibing, got sidetracked emptying a mouse trap then peeling some painter’s tape off some bottles in the yard I spray painted the other day. Slow cooker life, the only way. Fuck schedules, fuck time. In fact, we don’t need new shit ever again, because we could just keep using all the old shit we find at a slower pace, piecemealing it together.

Shout out to my bro dj_brilliant for this one. He did it up right.

SONG OF THE DAY: Madre Cumbia (rebajada)

just a song today

no writing

not even this 

C3L3BR4T1NG 34CH BL0SS0M...

 

celebrating each blossom 
of the redbuds as having 
survived another cycle 

P41NT ST1LL 1N PR3TTY GR34T SH4P3...

paint still in pretty great shape 
on the outside of my tomb; 
next time, gonna do purple 

WH3N3V3R 1'M S1TT1NG 0N...

whenever I'm sitting on 
back porch, it's in purple light; 
chop and screw environments 

SONG OF THE DAY: Open the Door (Alternate Take)

Otis Redding is one of my all-time favorites. His voice has just never been matched. I'm about to light a few sticks of incense, draw a hot bath, plug in all 39 strands of purple and pink holiday lights, and vibe the fuck out.

SONG OF THE DAY: PU$$Y Fairy (OTW)

I know Wet Ass Pussy got the manufactured discourse going full bore there for a quick minute, but you take away the video and that song was kinda boring in my opinion. And it’s not like there hadn’t been vulgar female rappers throughout the south in abundance before this song; I think it just was a faux shock to conservative types who love to be upset by everything who hadn’t listened to Gangsta Boo or Trina or La Chat before, much less the older shit by like Millie Jackson, or really throughout the history of music.

Anyways, WAP isn’t even the best sex positive from female perspective pop song of 2020. That goes to Jhene Aiko. This song makes me cut on the purple christmas lights, light some jasmine incense, and slip into my burgundy silk boxers every time I hear it.

CVLT1V4T3 B34VTY 1N Y0VR...

cultivate beauty in your

life as best you can - those things

that make your heart not feel clogged

N4TVR3 CH0PS 4ND SCR3WS 4 FR3SH...

nature chops and screws a fresh

remix of life each spring - I

try to be more like redbuds

4NX10VSLY 4W41T1NG SPR1NG'S...

anxiously awaiting spring's

metaphysical rebirth

(all due respect to winter)

PL4Y1NG SCR3W3D 4ND CH0PP3D 0LD13S...

playing screwed and chopped oldies

in the park, with styrofoam

clamshell full of chicken thighs

DR41N1NG L4ST S3C0ND THR33S W1TH...

draining last second threes with

crowd of redbuds going wild

(except not, since public park)