Some tunes while you explore some of my digital works...
Trying to find a meaning in just another American three-day weekend.
My rhyme schemes go from first to third person to self-commentary; it’s a lot more entertaining in person. (Still got stage fright thought)
But still just having fun with this art practice.
“Hey guys let’s go to this gallery wonderland located in SF Mission district, and see something other then that circle jerk around a bunch of cum buckets.”
Nah let’s drift deeper into our pools of regret trying to think about something different. As we are locked inside our past’s just wanting to be something more again as we are lost inside a parallel universe. Everyone just trying to get another dime another dollar for the next day to get ahead in this lil’ rat race monopoly land-locked lifestyle. With so much self-confusion lost inside that parallel word just havin’ to much fun.
Let’s build and recycle.
Let’s conquer and use.
Let’s blind our youth.
Let’s hide the truth.
Yo let’s go sail away from hear.
Drive myself so far up that coast just lost trying to be something so fast.
Just tyin’ to get that another dollar as you build up so fast but when you fall back into,
That parallel pendulum universe you call yourself something more?
As you lock deeper deeper down inside.
Going so fast just trying to escape as a fortune puts you so subsided lost inside that crusin curiosity.
Just tryin’ to find a meaning.
Watching those greats so high up on that throne.
Watch, Watch , and learn but will ever be?
Just feed like that pigeon.
Just feed off of their greatness,
As they fly so high eating off of your habits.
All hail those up there
All hail those so lost up there.
Those cool slick jivin’ fools.
So gone up there.
Just let that feeling go be lost inside this new strange beat.
Forget about me and go inside that beat.
And let’s cruise all night.
Windows up peddle down droppin’ it so far and free.
Lights lights flash by
So lost inside that paralleled universe.
Just have fun and build that rep.
Don’t worry one day you’ll wear that throne if you just dedicate that time to be lost inside something greater that lyrical thought poetry. Having the beat come back
Smooth sailing watchin’ those stars fly by coming back into reality.
Need another smile from hunger.
So hungry to be lost again.
Not what you think you’ll be,
Not what you think this is.
Talking in third to the first and the second parallel universe.
So much judgment of in correction to what is to be done.
Lost inside Washington’s world with all the potential to be that but forget that.
Just have fun ya know as your ride that beam of light back.
Moving so fast.
Can’t slow down going up the Cali north to the south trapped on this island of love.
Cali is got all love all the love that you’ll ever find.
Can’t sleep as that curiosity locked inside those dreams hunts your every waking breath.
Re-create re-create that feeling.
Splitting the sole trading those signs of life as we clash on through destiny’s people with so much curiosity
Slowing down as such a calm sound drips inside the mind slowing down that blood movement.
Just ease on through life.
No need for competition.
No need for cars.
No need for more fast food.
No true need for drugs.
No freedom to be free.
Don’t just eat, sleep, and fuck because that’s all the blackness Washington’s wants.
To easy to control this idocracy found inside this land locked life.
So what join their army of destroyers and forget yourself.
Kick open that door and kill anything that breaths.
The only difference from then and before is time, time, time again.
Where have all the hippies gone?
They have all become capitalization or have fallen.
it was just a fad...
what's next cowboy djs?
Just listen to the easing sound and forget where you are.
And forget about those greats that make so easing and build that universe of your parallel liking.
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| "A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave" Mohandes Ghandi |
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