humorous (and perhaps thought provoking):
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juxtapozon an unrelated note:
i'm finally getting ideas for music again. unfortunately i am still too timid to make them happen. too worried they will not travel from my brain through my fingers to my computer without getting a lot of suck on them. perhaps soon. i must ignore my fear of failure. and instead embrace failure for all it's wonderfulness.
i wish the cool colorways of this weren't already sold out. oh well.
i've seen the sky on fire.
i watched my once futures writhing in the flames.
dancing really.
they were that hotness.
poppin' and lockin',
harlem boy shakin',
uprocking,
planet rockin',
b-boy stance,
staring down the stars.
i was awed by the sound,
in dependence of the boom-bap.
boom-boom-boom-bap
bap-boom-boom-bap
boom-boom-bap-bap
bap-boom-boom-bap
and don't forget the hi-hat.
i told my future futures to take notes,
while i watched for falling ash.
nowadays i mark time with the bodies. a new one every six months or so. at least that seems to be pattern lately. a new one just up and disappears, never to be heard from again. except as apparitions. like an oasis. a reminder of what was, fleeting and false though it may be.
