4N 4BVND4NC3 0F PL4C3S...

an abundance of places

off the beaten path exist,

to hide 'til the cops come

DR34MS 0F BL4ST1NG B3 TH4NKFVL...

dreams of blasting "Be Thankful

For What You've Got" out of old

school car I'll never afford

C4RN1V4L F1SH T0SS3D 1NT0...

carnival fish tossed into

gallon pickle jar, somehow

continuing to survive

SONG OF THE DAY: Asshet Akal

Have I tired of listening to Mdou Moctar yet? No. No, I have not.

W4LLS 0NLY 3V3R K33P 0VT...

walls only ever keep out

people too weak to think for

themselves (plus also lazies)

SC4TT3R1NG MY SH4D0W 1N...

scattering my shadow in

ten-mile increments, wishing

I could walk for continents

SONG OF THE DAY: Didn't I?

So many gods of dirt out here, making magic out of emptiness, building art in every direction pointing outwards because that’s how the unrestrained human heart works.

DIDN’T I TREAT YOU RIGHT, NOW? DIDN’T I?

Folks too busy living and creating and being natural born artists in the way all humans was meant to be, adding blossoms of thought to the dreary land that’s been scaped into shape by inhumane master plans which somehow built fences around us all while we was too busy being occupied. Life without all these blossoms of expression from all the folks that couldn’t be stopped from being true human in the non-manufactured ways… it’d be unbearable without that artistic medication.

DIDN’T I DO THE BEST I COULD? DIDN’T I?

And how many of these folks, like Dynamite D Darondo the Bay Area street hustler who likely did ugly things to survive this western world, but also gave the world immense beauty as well, albeit in obscurity because it never got held up at proper marketing angle for the shineface world of material consumption to recognize as legitimate… how many of these folks are seen as illegitimate because authenticity is decided by pre-determined algorithm of wealth which holds the keys to the gates and decides what is worth your attention and what is not? Out here making beautiful sense of this nonsense pyramid scam we all done got trapped underneath of, whether y’all know it or not.

DIDN’T I GIVE YA EVERYTHING? DIDN’T I?

Darondo died of heart attack half a decade ago, and only now is his music circulating to a wider audience, after he’s gone. A lifetime spent creating, for the most part unseen, but steady doing it because that’s all he knew how to do. The art don’t stop being beautiful even if the creator is gone, but damn, I often wonder what kinda world we’d have if we supported these people while they were alive. Would they have done more? Bigger and wilder things? Or would they have crashed under the weight of too much light? Of having to navigate manicured spaces where you can’t hide in the tall grasses of the margins?

I TRIED MY BEST JUST TO BE A MAN. DIDN’T I?

HVSTL3 4 L1TTL3 B1T 34CH...

hustle a little bit each

day after them dreams which at

times feel completely pointless

WH3R3 D03S TH3 CH4R4CT3R 3ND...

"where does the character end

and the actual person

begin" is irrelevant

MY R4V3N ST3NC1L W4S L0ST...

my raven stencil was lost

on the compound at some point -

universal correction

S0M3 TR33S FR0M TH3 TR41N TR1P L4ST...

some trees from the train trip last

fall traveling; I know nothing

more about these trees since then

SONG OF THE DAY: Don't Mess With My Man

Dating apps have attempted to normalize all kinds of non-traditional relationship statuses, which might seem like a recent cultural progress point. But lolol any type of abnormal relationship you can think of, there's a slew of old R&B or country songs about exactly that. It is Sunday, so it is very easy to just play old country all morning while you're cooking up the turkey sausage and slicing up the cantaloupes that are about to go bad, and then by afternoon you can shift into the old R&B while you contemplate washing your car because it's pretty dirty but haha you're not going to wash it man, you're gonna end up sitting by the river, like always whenever you don't have nothing else to do. But also it's not often you don't have something else to do. Haha, this culture is completely perverted, but not with relationships, but instead with productiveness and notions that we as humans are just supposed to work all the damn time and somehow that makes us better. If you get sick days, call in sick and go have sex. If you don't get sick days at work, steal from work.

N3V3R B33N G00D 4T CL1MB1NG...

never been good at climbing

trees, but always excelled at

laying underneath of them

MY 4NKL3S 4CH3 FR0M ST4GN4NT...

my ankles ache from stagnant

existence, desiring to

cross land masses, step by step

D0N'T 0P3N TH3 0LD 41RSTR34M...

DON'T OPEN THE OLD AIRSTREAM

WINDOWS because you may not

ever get them closed again

B0TH TH3 R3N41SS4NC3 4ND TH3...

both the Renaissance and the

Age of Enlightenment came

after the House of Wisdom

1D3NT1T13S PVRCH4S3D FR0M...

identities purchased from

giant brick boxes, both retail

and religious, yet hollow

SONG OF THE DAY: Build

Build or destroy in an age of destruction, where even the “good” people who claim to have forsaken the judgment and overstep of “bad” people display destructive tendencies. It’s a very simple question – are you building or destroying? It can be applied to systems as well as the community you build. When you’re on the bus, do your interactions build or destroy relationships? If you are of the class of people buying or selling a home, is it building or destroying that community, in a sense beyond yourself? The food you ate for dinner last night, is it building or destroying your health? Build/destroy comes on the 8 because that’s a numerical infinity slipped sideways, and building or destroying is just supreme math mythology which matches the  yin/yang or the ourobouros or any number of other mythological concepts throughout existence which have guided people on how to live a more balanced life. Why is it this western culture is so obsessed with perverted unsustainable forever growth models though? Why is so much of what our culture is built on not realize all that we build (I use “we” in a cultural sense, not individual sense, though we are all implicated in this shit if we are living here) is also destroying just as much, and unsustainable builds will always lead to a balancing destruction?

Anyways, that Jay Electronica line stays in my mind, where my DJ Heart will just all of a sudden scratch out a “you either build *jiwwy* build *jiwwy* build or destroy, where you come from *scrtcc* come from *skeh skeh scrtcchhh* come from” while walking through my day, and I’ll remain conscious of how each step I’m taking is actually being took, and even though there ain’t no visible water, ripples always bouncing out, from every action.

ON3 D4Y TH3 N4TVR4L W4YS...

one day the natural ways

will reclaim, but without claims

because that's not nature's way

H0N3YSVCKL3 DR4GG1NG 4N...

honeysuckle dragging an

abandoned Nissan Frontier

back down into red clay Earth

W4K1NG VP 1N 4N 41RSTR34M...

waking up in an airstream

on the side of a mountain -

Sunday morning, coming down

SONG OF THE DAY: Top Billin' (instrumental)

No more freestyle-able beat in all of history. Just put it on loop and do it yourself, right now. Unlock your thinking mind and let your subconscious take the driver's seat. The cool thing is about halfway through this journey, even your subconscious will eventually look out the window, see something that it freaks out about, and start to climb out the window to get at it. Then your unconscious slides into the driver's seat underneath of them, so that y'all don't wreck, and begins steering the way. That's when you're really "free" styling, when your unconscious is in control, your subconscious is halfway out the window, and your thinking brain got left four exits back, and none of y'all are answering texts from them because y'all all know they're full of shit most of the time anyways.

M3M0R13S 0F S0L1TVD3...

memories of solitude

of walking through winter storm

as city quieted down

Y0V H4V3 T0 ST4Y F0CVS3D Y4LL...

"you have to stay focused, y'all!" -

literally every

instagram rapper ever