"So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all,
I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving"
the most beautiful song ever.
i had a rant all lined up today, but i'm tired of complaining. everything is copacetic.
since i'm currently incapable of herding my thoughts into coherent paragraphs, it's list time!
things that make me inexplicably happy:
1. anarchist hip-hop.
2. bass. of the speaker variety (though the fish variety is good too). good ol' window vibrating, earth shaking bass, booty-bumpin bass.
3. driving at unnecesarily high speeds, especially when i've got nowhere to go. some people do drugs, i drive. that's right, all you people who scoff- no, it's not that i don't enjoy taking in life at a slower pace - that's got nothing to do with it. i simply get a high from SPEED. so fuck off.
3. driving through my parents' white upper-middle class neighborhood with the windows rolled down, blastin either tupac, anything with a lot of expletives, or anything that could be construed as controversial
4. mushrooms and tofu. together, alone, raw, fried, steamed, or in a house with a mouse
5. quirky people.
6. the sound of glass breaking
7. trees. and twilight. also alone or together, or with a goat in a boat.
i'm relatively certain there are other things that make my heart go pitter-pat, but now its time to get back to doing, well, the "s-word". (unfortunately, it's not sex. here's a hint: it involves books. kinky, i know.)
"The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was hustlin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
...Look in the skies for God,
what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
It's a paradox we call reality
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality"
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all,
I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving"
the most beautiful song ever.
i had a rant all lined up today, but i'm tired of complaining. everything is copacetic.
since i'm currently incapable of herding my thoughts into coherent paragraphs, it's list time!
things that make me inexplicably happy:
1. anarchist hip-hop.
2. bass. of the speaker variety (though the fish variety is good too). good ol' window vibrating, earth shaking bass, booty-bumpin bass.
3. driving at unnecesarily high speeds, especially when i've got nowhere to go. some people do drugs, i drive. that's right, all you people who scoff- no, it's not that i don't enjoy taking in life at a slower pace - that's got nothing to do with it. i simply get a high from SPEED. so fuck off.
3. driving through my parents' white upper-middle class neighborhood with the windows rolled down, blastin either tupac, anything with a lot of expletives, or anything that could be construed as controversial
4. mushrooms and tofu. together, alone, raw, fried, steamed, or in a house with a mouse
5. quirky people.
6. the sound of glass breaking
7. trees. and twilight. also alone or together, or with a goat in a boat.
i'm relatively certain there are other things that make my heart go pitter-pat, but now its time to get back to doing, well, the "s-word". (unfortunately, it's not sex. here's a hint: it involves books. kinky, i know.)
"The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was hustlin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
...Look in the skies for God,
what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
It's a paradox we call reality
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality"
posted by wynee at 7:42 PM
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