There shall be a cosmic space jam/southern gothic
futurist haiku slam in about a week in Blacksburg, featuring my man Boogie Brown
and his Blue Globe Beats, as well as me doing whatever the hell it is I do. I
am hopeful we have competitors. I don’t recruit people hard enough, but all
this shit I do is a lot of work sometimes, and I’m fucking wore out. All I
wanna do is sleep, like for 29 days straight, catch up on my lifetime loss of
sleep partially. I’m excited about the event in Blacksburg though, mostly
because it’s beautiful people that I know are involved. I hope to connect with more
beautiful people too.
Everything feels fucked up in this world right now
if you focus on the information you’re being fed, but if you walk around
outside, talk to actual people, there’s still a ton of beauty to this world. It’s
not as bad as it seems. Even the animosity humans feel for each other, it’s all
magnified by these digital splitting mauls we get channeled with. People are
people, and that remains a natural fact.
Too many manmade facts today are not natural
facts. We need more natural facts. Also, yesterday I thought about giving
myself a “takin’ care of business” tattoo, like throwback trash ‘70s style.
Why? Because even if I don’t recruit competitors for slams like I should, or contact
local media, or do all the normal people shit that normal people would do, I’m
takin’ care of business. It’s just my business is more loungin’ than all that
other stuff.
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