Arch of the Aorta

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Writing #5: Cloudburst

Drops in the atmosphere
scared of heights,
at most- fear.

Falling through.
Fallow period:
flooding thorough.

Canine eating the sun.
Shadow maker,
Sun dogs beget straw dogs.

Hands cupping soil
pray, good earth, with
harvest and toil.

Hope for...
Thoughts drift, lift,
the sky is cluttered.

It's hopeless...
Go without,
Go within.

It's the depths you should look up to.

Inspiration #10: I'm a slick, stupid scientist

Man, I can't even express myself right now, but these drawings seem to do something

Apparently it's done with plenty of curse words.

she's such a charmer oh no

Very inspired recently. Took a few hours today to haphazardly throw this together. This is an idea I'll definitely explore in the future. It's all collage with a tiny bit of marker.

Sex and Rhetorical Questions

Yeah, you like that?

Yeah?

How bout that? Oh yeah...

Morning Shave

Inspiration #9: And I wonder why I can't lie, by your side

Citizens of Sleep - "The Holy Ghost / By Your Side (The Remix)"


you be by my side i say hip hop

Inspiration #8: it's a mad, mad world

Madlib projects

Madlib - Slim's Return


Madvillain - Accordion


Jaylib - Mcnasty Filth


Madlib - Dear God Instrumental

We ain't got to speak when it's written in the eyes

Are those waves or is it thunder?
I wonder
If she's thinking in words when I'm thinking in color?
Submerging in the water,
I'm a rock in a stream.
Water laden, but in withdrawal
Something about me is weak.

My face reddens/back peels,
My feet turn blue/mind reels,
My body fights and loses.
Everything about me is weak.

I wonder (prussian blue), where's the bottom?
Toes grip rock, dig sand,
I'm holding back what's in demand.
“Give it to me!”
Azure ribbons clasp with loose grasps,
Cerulean threads in my nose force gasps.

She wonders (unknown), lost in the cloth,
new colors, swatches, wanders, watches,
Words, yellows, shouts, bellows.
“Come to me!”
I follow the
Vibrations. It is waves.
But it's the crash that smothers me.

Went to All Good 13, maybe that explains dis shit

Inspiration #7: I am sitting on the clouds, got smoke comin out of my seat

Organized Konfusion - Maintain


The Nonce - Bus Stops


Del tha Funkee Homosapien - Disastrous


Lil wayne - I feel like dying

Inspiration #6: I gotta get it, I got gotsta get it

Big L - Put it on


Slum Village - Reunion (Easily one of my favorite songs ever.)


Little Indian Ft The Foreigner - One Little Indian (Jay Dee's Remix)


A Tribe Called Quest - I Left My Wallet In El Segundo

Pops mensa

Inspiration #5: burnin dollas to light my stove

Jazz Edition

John Coltrane - My Favorite Things


Charles Mingus - Moanin' HOT DAMN


Medeski, Martin, & Wood - End of the World Party


Miles Davis and John Coltrane - So What

Man with no name, renamed

Inspiration #4: remind me of half the man i used to be

REMIX!

Nas - The World Is Yours (original)


Nas- The World Is Yours Remix


Nas prod. Qtip - The World Is Yours Remix (my favorite)


Nas feat. Common, J Dilla - The World Is Yours Remix


Qtip veeeersion

Chorus:
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Air nikes on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

[Chorus]

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
My insight enlights vision
Words of wisdom, niggaz pay me intuition
To listen, to murder paragraphs of mysticism
Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds
So many cultures in one planet but one culture's free
Son, I need weed to proceed
Change the flow speed and I'm getting vexed Guiliani and six six six
There's no days for broke days selling smoke pays
I toke the chocolate, potent phillies never roach spray
Shit is a hassel, the bridge is like a haunted castle
The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso
Hey yo, the trife life is the most influential
The colors on mens skins and pens is coincidental
How ya livin'? Large or broke uh
You're wasting time extortin papers from smokers
Catching court papers getting broker


"It's yours!"

[Chorus]

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin bitches like the Phantom
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today

"It's yours!"

Inspiration #3: hearing your name just excite me

More videos.

Animal Collective - "My Girls" Tight, tight video.


Johnson&Jonson - "J&J" Blu and Mainframe tear it up.


Jigmastas Featuring Sadat X - "Don't Get It Twisted"


Mathematik - Formation

communicate sub-ether

Writing #3

There comes a slow roll of thunder. It's a longing. It's the separation of the flash and the meaning, one chasing the other. Looking up, the rain falls down. Mountain laurel cups fill and pour. Fill and pour. A fountain of youth, only in the sense that most of it flutters to the ground soon and never grows old. My hat brim vibrates continuously from rain as I look out from underneath down into the valley. I grew up here. The other side of the ridge I know nothing about. I stand on the crest, riding a slow, crumbling wave that only the clouds will see break. What's the point of climbing a mountain when you have to turn around at the top? It's the struggle. It's all about the struggle. Sweetness is defined by the struggle and sweat measures it. There's no chairlift to enlightenment. I stand on the crest and look down the valley. I stand at the top with nowhere left to turn. It's time to go home.

Inspiration #2: My mighty aphrodite, the flame that ignite me

In the first installation I mentioned a bunch of artists, welp, here's some of their songs for ya'll to vibe to. Enjoy.

Da Grassroots - "Precious Metals"


Mos Def - "Quiet Dog" on Letterman 6/8/09


Visionaries - "Blessings"


Nujabes - "Sea of Clouds"


John Witherspoon - "Puttin Hot Sauce on my Burrito Baby"

Writing #4: you, me and the devil make three

I smell fireworks,
It's carried down from the mountains by the tree top ghosts.
Hand over hand, my raw hands.
Here I stand, statue of a man.
The smoke soaks into these palms.
It's the reward of destruction or creation.
Loud booms or soft rehearsed promises that plow a path into souls.
It's foolish to garner sympathy for the roots,
let your sad sack sorries simmer and steady your eyes
because
it's you who will need it most.

time stands still