a small town Saturday night,
buzzing with the chaotic
energy of feel good types
buzzing with the chaotic
energy of feel good types
Sunday, October 25
Saturday, October 24
TH3 CH4R4CT3RS W3 P0RTR4Y...
the characters we portray
to others never admit
the masks which hide our true selves
to others never admit
the masks which hide our true selves
Friday, October 23
W1TH1N TH1S T0PSY TVRVY...
within this topsy turvy
world, we must begin to make
sense of where our true place is
world, we must begin to make
sense of where our true place is
Thursday, October 22
DVST1NG TH3 C0BW3BS 1N TH3...
dusting the cobwebs in the
corners of my mind, five times
a day... dhikr’s cleansing whoosh
corners of my mind, five times
a day... dhikr’s cleansing whoosh
Wednesday, October 21
N4V1G4T1NG TH3 D4RKN3SS...
navigating the darkness
of our own damned creation,
but the light is always there
of our own damned creation,
but the light is always there
Tuesday, October 20
Monday, October 19
TH1S P13C3 0F TH1S VN1V3RS3...
the piece of this universe
I stumble round might seem small,
but it's my everything
I stumble round might seem small,
but it's my everything
Sunday, October 18
"L1F3 1S 4 C4RN1V4L" 41N'T...
"life is a carnival" ain't
meant as justification
for hustling other people
meant as justification
for hustling other people
Saturday, October 17
34CH H0M3 B0X FVLL 0F B0D13S...
each home box full of bodies,
each minding own universe
of infinite potential
each minding own universe
of infinite potential
Friday, October 16
Thursday, October 15
L1F3'S 3SS3NT14L F0VND4T10NS...
life's essential foundations
concealed within even most
clusterfucked environments
concealed within even most
clusterfucked environments
Wednesday, October 14
HVM4NS S33M T0 C0MPL1C4T3 TH31R...
humans seem to complicate their
simplicity with shame, fear,
and unreal expectations
simplicity with shame, fear,
and unreal expectations
Tuesday, October 13
TH3 TRVLY B34VT1FVL D0N'T...
the truly beautiful don't
bother realizing it, as
it's their innate existence
bother realizing it, as
it's their innate existence
Monday, October 12
L0V3 T0 ST1CK MY T0NGV3 PL4C3S...
love to stick my tongue places
I probably shouldn't, but
I can't seem to help myself
I probably shouldn't, but
I can't seem to help myself
Sunday, October 11
N0 CR34T10N 1S GR34T3R...
no creation is greater
than its creator; and with
all things, alhamdulillah
than its creator; and with
all things, alhamdulillah
Saturday, October 10
Friday, October 9
SONG OF THE DAY: Smooth Operator (kudzu'd)
Ravishing Rick Rude often used “Smooth Operator” as his entrance music.
Briefly, Rick Rude had his sister, performing as Raven, be his valet. She (by her own admission) couldn’t handle the pro wrestling on the road lifestyle.
I am, in fact, named Raven, and have been since the day I was born.
Rick Rude is dead (may his memory be a blessing).
Thus, I am the Smooth Operator now.
I will be ironing silver letters onto a dark grey shirt which say so. Anybody who dares challenge the proclamation ironed onto my shirt will be in for a rude awakening.
(That was Rick Rude's finisher, which was a reverse neckbreaker style DDT of sorts.)
(My "rude awakening will instead be a fireball, like they used to use in wrestling way more than they do nowadays.)
(Please note, my "fireball" will be a Molotov cocktail, even though I don't drink.)
Briefly, Rick Rude had his sister, performing as Raven, be his valet. She (by her own admission) couldn’t handle the pro wrestling on the road lifestyle.
I am, in fact, named Raven, and have been since the day I was born.
Rick Rude is dead (may his memory be a blessing).
Thus, I am the Smooth Operator now.
I will be ironing silver letters onto a dark grey shirt which say so. Anybody who dares challenge the proclamation ironed onto my shirt will be in for a rude awakening.
(That was Rick Rude's finisher, which was a reverse neckbreaker style DDT of sorts.)
(My "rude awakening will instead be a fireball, like they used to use in wrestling way more than they do nowadays.)
(Please note, my "fireball" will be a Molotov cocktail, even though I don't drink.)
PR4Y1NG F0R B3TT3R FVTVR3...
praying for better future
outcomes, while acknowledging
some past failures were blessings
outcomes, while acknowledging
some past failures were blessings
Thursday, October 8
T3LL1NG TH3 D3V1LS T0 G3T...
telling the devils to get
the fuck outta here today,
I got better things to do
the fuck outta here today,
I got better things to do
Wednesday, October 7
M1NDS C4N B3C0M3 P0CKM4RK3D BY...
minds can become pockmarked by
negative experience,
so it's best to let shit go
negative experience,
so it's best to let shit go
Tuesday, October 6
SONG OF THE DAY: I Need Some Money (kudzu'd)
Everything feels a bit untenable currently, in terms of economics. But even beyond the fact the news doesn’t really seem to address this, neither does our popular culture. As a kid, there were multiple struggle ass shows my broke ass family loved and related to, even though Good Times and Sanford & Son were “black” shows. At one point when me and my dad lived in a trailer, there was a UHF station out of Richmond that showed syndicated reruns of Gomer Pyle and Sanford & Son back to back. That was like the most powerful and perfect hour of television ever devised for my pops, scratched both sides of his personality. We don’t seem to have shit like that now. I don’t hear music coming from the economic struggle or see TV shows or movies like that either. They definitely got them fog machines that Chief Bromden knew about in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest cranked the fuck up. And that’s something that concerns me… The nitwits currently in power have certainly become privy to whatever actual electronic and unacknowledged psyops programs there are out there at a democratic demigod’s disposal. And I know these fucks got no real sense of thinking things through. So you know they got ‘em turned all the way up to 11. That can’t be healthy for us, and probably means them machines will break down faster. But I guess that’s ultimately a good thing, when they do break, although will we all wake up when the fog machine dies? Or will we feel lost and disoriented once the fog is gone? And it might not be a constant fog anyways, so much as a deterioration of cognitive abilities, so the fog might be coming from inside the house by now.
All I know is I actually get paid more than ever in my life, and I’m still somehow feeling tight as fuck, and actually cutting a bunch of shit out of my life. How is that possible? It makes no sense. But all the media sources I see and hear, even pop culture music and movies and shit, is just cruising along like all is normal. Them commercialized emails definitely ain’t slowing down from the place I bought a pair of flannel pajamas from once like 5 years ago. In fact, as I struggled with how much it was costing to fill my hybrid sedan gas tank yesterday, with the gas credit card getting close to maxed out, I had the commercial coming out the gas pump, which I instinctively muted, only to realize another commercials was beaming over a radio even higher in the air. Plus the normal billboards and store signs both permanent and temporary, and man, we sure built a fuckin’ clusterfuck of commercialization to navigate. Imagine if all that was gone, how serene the scenery would be, even like pumping gas across the four-lane from a strip mall. I don’t know what America was supposed to do in terms of human civilization, but it sure feels like we fucked up our chance pretty badly. Like, you can’t even reform this shit at this point.
All I know is I actually get paid more than ever in my life, and I’m still somehow feeling tight as fuck, and actually cutting a bunch of shit out of my life. How is that possible? It makes no sense. But all the media sources I see and hear, even pop culture music and movies and shit, is just cruising along like all is normal. Them commercialized emails definitely ain’t slowing down from the place I bought a pair of flannel pajamas from once like 5 years ago. In fact, as I struggled with how much it was costing to fill my hybrid sedan gas tank yesterday, with the gas credit card getting close to maxed out, I had the commercial coming out the gas pump, which I instinctively muted, only to realize another commercials was beaming over a radio even higher in the air. Plus the normal billboards and store signs both permanent and temporary, and man, we sure built a fuckin’ clusterfuck of commercialization to navigate. Imagine if all that was gone, how serene the scenery would be, even like pumping gas across the four-lane from a strip mall. I don’t know what America was supposed to do in terms of human civilization, but it sure feels like we fucked up our chance pretty badly. Like, you can’t even reform this shit at this point.
B4RR1C4D1NG S3LF W1TH1N...
barricading self within
our owned madnesses, hoarding
curvatures of brief escape
our owned madnesses, hoarding
curvatures of brief escape
Monday, October 5
SONG OF THE DAY: I'm Coming Out (kudzu'd)
You ever see that picture of the two cholo dudes cuddled in the bathtub, looking street hard but gay? I know the guy that took that picture. This song, slowed down, was what they were bumping.
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