Hi. Welcome to a fat, fat handful of what I think and see, how I speak and dream, and, most importantly how I feel.
I like to think of myself as an artist, and here's a bunch of my art for you to read, speak, chant, whisper, whatever! Take it or leave it and hate or love on me and my work as you feel to, if you feel to (For the record, I tend to think whoever came up with that 'loud silence' idea must not have had internet...). If I'm not funny, you can find my e-mail address- tell me how my ass taste!!
Obviously I am writing this all out a bit off the cuff. In other words, this is not really edited work. Too much editing makes for an edit, and not an origination. Gotta stay fresh, stay creative! STAY EXCITING, REMAIN CALM!!!!!!!!
What follows this is a bunch of the clever shit that I come up with. Jokes and serious shit often get blended into one as emotions exit the soul, so pay attention, if you want to see that deeply. Don't if you're just a super cool ass muh fucka trying to read some dope shit. I like to stir a little yen in my yang
Obviously it's meaning in all this writing and rhyming of mine, but I like to stay as abstract and emotional with it as possible. That way I can look back two, three, and hopefully 90 years from this morning, and even if the technical approaches to the expression may veer off course sometimes, the sentiment is always there. I write so I can reach out and really touch my emotions after I've felt them.
You know when someone comes to your crib and you meet them at the door and you kinda chat there a bit before going back inside? Yea, that's a little bit like this situation for us right here, my dear. Like... okay, we're not here just for this conversation... Go in! I think you'll be pretty comfortable, ain't no proper way to enjoy love & hatred at once: Do You
(By the way, I can say that I write a veritable fucklode- that's a plethora to those of us that are looking for a new outlook on bad words- of material. Large stacks of paper. Not to mention what I've not bothered to ink out yet, so... I guess my actually bothering to put stuff out will be the only real testament of what I'm trying to say... but I am on my lil computer, Sammy, all the time anyway, so... let's be lovers, why don't we- for tonight at least.)
No comments:
Post a Comment