Got a gig in school working in the computer place doing web development. Tis like a dream come true for now. This is the hands on experience I lusted for. The best way to learn is to get your hands dirty. No one can accuse you of standing on the sideline. But would it matter if they do? Not a bit unless they accuse me of being an apostate to my art. Now that's a different matter. I am writing scripts for the leap that must be made. You always have to plan your way forward no matter how unorganized you are. People might think that you are a slacker but they have no fucking idea of the flood that will be unleashed when the time is right and the stars are aligned properly in the sky. You are your biggest obstacle, your mind that is. Am a push it till my soul bleeds. Am always in the fire. We should do our best every chance we get. Giving your best is the best thing you can do for your soul. Don't forget your soul man. Keep it excited. Keep it young. Keep it real.
Last night I caught the awards show dedicated to MJ and I gotta say I was disappointed with the Lil Wayne fading mystique. It's high time to come again. Not every hip hop song is exciting. Seems weezy does not even realize that. He sang a lame ass song about the same old tired themes. I know weezy has mad money but come on man. Where's the profound vibes? They should have never ended the show with weezy and entourage. Jay-z would have been the perfect artist to lower the curtains. His song about the death of autotune is so poignant. It's time to bury that insipid beast man. You had your time tune beast. Go rest for another 50 years. I guess T-pain would beg to differ. He actually spoke about haters when he got his award. Sad little man thinking that people actually hate him when it is him that is hating the music by compromising it.
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Got the number that I have been waiting for. Is it the mark that revelations said we would suffer not to have? Ah well I have joined the crowd staring at crop circles for signs of aliens. Seriously what do you think the crop circles are? Am not one to dismiss what I don't understand. I deleted that arrogance long before I could fly. There has to be other dimensions. It could never be that simple. You born you die and that's the final cut? Something is not right here. Somebody left out something. Somebody deliberately fucked with history to keep us blinded. Now the question is why. Is it about power? I think it is. Knowledge is king. The real truth is divine. He who holds the knowledge controls everything. Our true mission then is to find that truth. It is the reason why we are here. Unless we find it we will never rest in peace or move on to the next level. The fortunate ones acquire this truth very quickly. Some reject it. Most are too caught up dying for mammon. Actually mammon was invented to divert us from that quest. Nothing is at it seems. Everything has been planned. Babylon was conceived Millenia ago. I know there are books that I need to read. I need a lot more training. You better be prepared in this Armageddon we are living in right now. A test is coming. The indigo test. Your success will depend on your awareness..
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my weapon of choice is art. am a poetic warrior lurking in the shadows, then pouncing when you least expect it. danger skulks around the corner. guard your souls herr mortals. my housing situation is whack. i need to break through. how and when that happens beats me man. it is not in my hands but the choice is always there. in the mean time i cope and curse. i hear dominica music pounding next side. wck i think. they must be having a blast. if the camera had a big ass sd card i would have ventured there to shoot the flames. i can only take seven pics at a time. well seven is perfect right? otherwise i did good today. got my sweat on. pimped my site catharcyst with more features. now am haunting the night for all it's worth. come haunt with me....
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