Bang's Bigger Brother

Ef it. I'm blogged in. dijilog the jæzi's adventures gone .something
peace and much respect to all Gods and Earths, Originals and hybrids. All praise due to the creator of the universe in which I live. Original face looking at the kid like, this young work I did is simply superb. I give and recieving blessings is not believing less of this King of Kosmic manifesting. I'm just the next best thing.

all humility aside. I am Bang's Bigger Brother.

I've been undercover, in the swamps of noncompetetive, over-edited little digital discredits to this thing I call Hiphop. Kosmic sloppiness, crop circles around dots and blips
on a quest for my tribe called spirit de la consciousness
stuck in day off nonsense
bliss
fists balled up in verse forms and bent tapes
squeak past deadlines with insense and beats by the crate
why fate?
I'd rather just gyrate around 33 and a 1/3 vinyl plates
but my stake in heaven is so high, I must elevate
down the herb in me and the words find skull gates
the sounds revive and reallign all vibes in time and out spralls space
the shit is bangin suns

mixtape turned blog entry
peace
jæzi

That's a perfect example of my style of clown foolery and I'm hoping to actually expand on this form of formlessness and get into some new literary territory thanks to this blog technology. I'd like to gather my thoughts as it seems these things are rife with as an application and my alternative methods are growing repetitive. Therapy is too expensive and I just can't put my friends through this. Don't consider yourself an enemy because I'm giving you this candid, hopefully exposed shadow element of my self. Think of it more as the mental voyeurism it is. Fuck it right? They watch our every organic move they can with the lense of Big Brother's eye, why not voluntarily offer our mechanical manifestations of mentality to the even bigger I of the Internet.

Not that I'm paranoid or anything. Quite the contrary. I embrace the material warder's floundering gropes at the heart strings of my intention. My source is bigger, deeper, wider than their motivation. I got into a firey verbal skirmish over the actual definition of conservative and it's bastardization and adoption by a sect of the United States Republican Party. Context wields its wormhole enslavement of semantics once again. Well, I conserve emptiness.

I'm fencing off natural emptiness reserves in my mental environment that not even the vampire of consumerism can penetrate. Media monstrosities surround us but when will we take up arms and make them serve the common good? Analog roots need digital branches for nature's sake, silicon and carbon must get along. This transcendental mandate is indisputable to me for some reason. I call it liberal awareness and formless conservation. How much longer can the opposittes mock eachother in plain view of their common trunk?

3:13 A.M. and I'm sunk. Off to that zone where thoughts get unthunk...
cheers! to Fu, Mel, and blogspot for egging a wandering stream down this browser hill. It feels like it's working already. Big up to free therapy!