Jun 2020
YO! THE FOOD OF LOVE BRO!
I, sample
her smile
just the basic
riff of it
scatter the first few notes
of her laughter
across a backbeat &
transpose it to a
string thing
then, the synths come in &...
the drums kick in &. . .
I re-mix her &
re-mix her.
Ok yo...memory
my main man
play her back
for me!
Just one more thousandth time!
And Memory gives her
back to me
like a hologram on
the Star Trek deck.
I have her &
...I have her: not.
Yo bro...mo more
'tis not as sweet now
as it was
before!"
"...for the rain it raineth every day."
I, sample
her smile
just the basic
riff of it
scatter the first few notes
of her laughter
across a backbeat &
transpose it to a
string thing
then, the synths come in &...
the drums kick in &. . .
I re-mix her &
re-mix her.
Ok yo...memory
my main man
play her back
for me!
Just one more thousandth time!
And Memory gives her
back to me
like a hologram on
the Star Trek deck.
I have her &
...I have her: not.
Yo bro...mo more
'tis not as sweet now
as it was
before!"
"...for the rain it raineth every day."
***
Time of utter desolation! Last three essays and my dissertation to put in and I break up with my dearly beloved. Now...it all means...nothing at all. These were the days of my Brixton living and as i attempted an attempt at paying attention to my rather shakey Shakespeare a car stranded at a traffic lights subwoofered Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five's THE MESSAGE through and through me almost unlocking the plates of my skull!
"
Don't- push- me- cause- I'm...close -to- the- edge:
I'm- trying- not- to- lose- my- head
Say what!
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
***
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, **, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Time of utter desolation! Last three essays and my dissertation to put in and I break up with my dearly beloved. Now...it all means...nothing at all. These were the days of my Brixton living and as i attempted an attempt at paying attention to my rather shakey Shakespeare a car stranded at a traffic lights subwoofered Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five's THE MESSAGE through and through me almost unlocking the plates of my skull!
"
Don't- push- me- cause- I'm...close -to- the- edge:
I'm- trying- not- to- lose- my- head
Say what!
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
***
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, **, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
