Yo soy

muy, MUY,

full of isht.

confused.

thoroughly.

Sitting in the courtyard of the library

on an ever less-seasonally cool Saturday afternoon...

after several minutes of power nap...

reading a couple chapters of Burroughs (with his overwrought ass)...

may not be "everything".

Today, however,

it is enough.

I am currently

listening to the Yancey Boys page on Soundlcoud after having learned
that the verse that I always thought was Baatin in "Raise It Up" is
actually J and now understanding why Kweli said that Dilla was one of
the greatest triple threats ever.

And, no, that wasn't a run-on sentence. :-P

In other Kweli news: Don Lemon has apparently solidified himself as The
New Symbolic Tom not long after Jesse reasserted his lack of relevance.

Funny thing about uprisings and movements...funny how they tend to reveal the
the old, the new, the malleable, the stagnant, the quick, the dead, the
growing, the inert.

If I was smart and ambitious, I would be blogging long and hard about
Ferguson and letting everybody in the world know and going there and
sticking my face in front of cameras and talking opinionating,

but I'm only half of those two things only half of the time so.

Yeah. Happy End-Of-Summer.

;-#

"Create no images of God.

Accept the images that God has provided. They are everywhere, in everything."



EARTHSEED: THE BOOKS OF THE LIVING

One Self - "hollow human beings"

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HqEYvcG63yg

I was just approached by a stranger

on her phone while in Soho Park asking  whether I'd been on a certain tv program. She apologized. It was only slightly weird.

I'm pretty sure

I no longer feel strongly about anything...

Not about anything that matters or is permanent anyway.

You ever wonder what you did

that put your life on trajectory of everything being wrong no matter what you do, try to do, or the origin of the intention behind the attempt?
 
"Now is reason past care"

:-#

To want love is to invite pain,

to pursue sex in lieu of love, is to want not to be hurt.




!#©× you.


wuss.

I just tried to sit cross-legged

and felt a cramp coming on in lefty.

i backed off and tried again: same result.

I am now so sh!tty that I can't even sit without catching a charlie horse.

Old sucks.