Friday, February 17, 2012

if anyone still reads this, i've moved!

if anyone still reads this, i've moved! (kinda) to
drop me a note there!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

music and love

so basically i kinda think that music is like the soundtrack to life. it stimulates rejuvinates and consistently recreates. in my dreams i am not so far away from home. all my life all the time so far away from home without you i will be, so far away from home. far away from home by groove coverage is stuck in my head right now. but another song will soon take its place, and bring forth a different emotion, unique, distinct and handcrafted. i cannot predict it, i cannot determine it, i cannot draw boundaries around it. it’ll come, it’ll bring me on a merry-go-round, and i’d happily spiral up and down.

and sometimes i think that if we all loved a little more in this world, we’d become a more functional society. lesser bills to pay, more hope, more dope. we’d all run on laughing gas. we’d buy eggs that are free range, heck we’d not eat eggs at all. we’d set all the chickens free. we’d stop drinking milk. we’d let the cows peacefully feed their young. we’d cut out pork, and cullling of piglets crying at slaughterhouses, burdened with the full blown intelligence of 3 y/os. we’d live on veggies and run free on green grass, fresh air. blue sky. there’d be no abandoned dogs and kittens. no abuse. no use. no sex trade, flesh trade. manipulation, institution, consititution. we’d roll around in rainbows, bright lights, drenched in continual sunlight. 
until then, we have to keep trying. reach for the moon.
if you don’t get there, you’d fall amongst the stars. 
all you need, is love.

Monday, September 19, 2011

i have so much to say, so i guess i'll say nothing.

my mind refutes my own thoughts. i fire defenses in anticipation of response. i put in my solar-powered mind energy into creating a barrier, a barricade, a facade of thought and emotion. i don’t want to let you through. i go back and forth, like a tennis ball, furious, mid game, on a hot summer’s day. i orchestrate a monologue, a perceived dialogue. with an explosion of matter that takes it to the stars shooting like fireflies dancing across the big, dark, vast sky, like fireworks, mimicking dynamite piercing through a translucent paper veil, in the form of a flattering white lie.
i have so much to say, so i guess i’ll say,

Friday, April 29, 2011

Kanye West - Runaway (Video Version) ft. Pusha T

Monday, November 8, 2010

the art of seduction

The ability to delay satisfaction is the ultimate art of seduction—while waiting, the victim is held in thrall. Coquettes are the grand masters of the game, orchestrating a back-and-forth movement between hope and frustration. They bait with the promise of rewardthe hope of physical pleasure, happiness, fame by association, powerall of which, however, proves elu- sive; yet this only makes their targets pursue them the more. Imitate the alternating heat and coolness of the Coquette and you will keep the seduced at your heels.

The Art of Seduction, Robert Greene.