Verse one: After seven years of rockin’ How do you rate me? Poorly or greatly? Everybody seems to be goin’ for their’s lately Yo mad heads be needin’ money So listen very close as i conduct this little study See it’s, funny to me, you can watch tv And give up your life trying to…… Continue reading “Higher Level” KRS-One
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Discussing…
In response to a letter: Moved from DC, I’m liking Houston so far, having been here for almost two years now. I forgot all about Refuse to Fall. I knew those guys back when they were staying in Philly, briefly. I in fact helped fold the sleeves of that 7 inch in the original Equal…… Continue reading Discussing…
December Notes
Talk of… GOOD INTENTIONS. Just talking. The talk does not manifest itself always into anything other than itself? Let me say, this wisdom pouring out is manifest in the act of humanity’s ability to question. And on top of that, it’s ability to question the question. That is some acid infinity mirror kind of shit,…… Continue reading December Notes
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Seinfeld memories are tainted for many. M. Richards has an abundance of stage fright to the likes I’ve never seen. Clearly, he does not belong up there if he is going to explode into a fucking psycho-racist. You can tell a lot from a man who opens his mouth wide. Excuse makers everywhere are like,…… Continue reading Untitled
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what kind of fight are you looking for are you still fighting what exactly are you fighting are you still angry fighting, is that the right word are you struggling struggling for an answer to make sense of this mess of life of the world of what to do with yourself or do you just…… Continue reading ?
Bukowski
To The Whore Who Took My Poems some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep carbons and you have my paintings too, my best ones; its stifling: are you trying to crush me out like…… Continue reading Bukowski
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Here is Here
h-town, my wood floors are cold to the touch, my feet say. h-town, this is sound argument, for which you know all about, you know well. kitten digs her claws into the side of this chair. kitten, I still call her, little half-pint. every then and now, little tuffs of fur, a claw or two.…… Continue reading Here is Here
What The Hell Was That?
attractive in nature, stare and gawk prisoned imagination gut wrenched and then all is silent as all get out in a fight the pair of spectacles were broken correct me at the facility and get your cigarettes from the vending machine late afternoon hands are chopped half way to the bone till the right words…… Continue reading What The Hell Was That?
Many Words
The Wire is the best fucking show B-more ya just don’t know anyway note notes get ya goats ever listen to The Goats? yeah, Philly I was up there for a bit my first temple like My First Sony it was a drill bit to my temple they put me in the mental now I’m…… Continue reading Many Words
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