choice

Self-Indulgence

Self: interest

Self: portrait

For my Photographic principles class.

people wanna know, just how old i was, when i left hooome

Was pretty difficult getting an honest picture of this sob. It's got a very grainy texture that I think makes the colors shift a little from a distance. Maybe I'm just imagining things, I tend to do that.

When your name breaks on my lips, will you know the sound?

This is abouts what I'm feelin right now

100th post!

And what better way than to celebrate it than with someone else's shit:



There was a time when my world was filled with darkness,
darkness, darkness.
And I stopped dreaming now
I'm supposed to fill it up with something,
something , something.
In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody i knew before long long long ago,
But I'm still trying to make my mind up
Am I free or am I tied up?

I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still, I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when i slip yeah i slip
I'm still an animal

There is a hole and i tried to fill up with money, money , money
But it gets bigger to your hopes is always

Running,running,running

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody of who could be strong
Tell me if I'm wrong
And now I'm pulling your disguise up
Or you free or are you tied up

I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when I slip
Yeah, I slip, I'm still an animal

I change shapes just to hide in this place
But I'm still I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip
I'm still an animal

I change shapes just to hide in this place
But I'm still, I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when i slip yeah i slip
I'm still an animal x2

Call Me Moon Man

i ain't have no plan
i just landed here
to approach those lames with the weakest of ears

Messin' Aroun' Mixtape #2

Another messin roun mixtape! Been making things in a detached state. Not really sure how I feel about individual directions, but it's fun making things nonetheless.





A new series I've been thinkin about. It's basically about the stupid, silly, trivial use of words with hopes of important change. No big deal.





The short wrestler.
Walks bow-legged, like a western.
It takes political guts
to test him with... what?
Cause this beast takes no heed
to whats inside your body.
He wants it out.

Inspiration #11: Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding

Gotta love the Atmosphere. Here's some of my favorites:



I'm sparked, waiting for the dark to hit
Cause once the moon gets above my apartment
I catch fits for starting shit
I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it
Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
So shush kid, shush baby, shut your eyes
Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize
I wish the flies to land upon your forehead
When I extract the essence from your head
and leave your body resting in Moorehead
I've left more dead reputations than HIV can
But for every killing there's a reason and it's not just MC's, man!
I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep
To take the first step, to have me killed off to make this world perfect
Well lets get shit right, right here, right now, right away.
Atmosphere motherfucker, if I need to I could fly away
I'll grind you and your weak crew into beef stew
Serve you with seafood
You can't cloud my vision 'cause you're see-through

[Spawn]
You need to recognize the size of the Atmos
You ain't as tall as half this madness past what you practice
Obviously you can't fuck with my tactics, you bastards
Thats why you breath fast bitch - no need to ask

[Slug]
We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, then peeled it
Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip
Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets done
A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man,
You had to choose the ripest one

[Spawn]
That said it all, it comes from inside, and how you ride
the sound wire when it's live and the vibes feelin right
Catchin' the motion given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight
Your voice should travel without the babble of the average emcee
so listen please use discretion when you breathe
sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision
and then comes the style and precision...

[Slug]
No more longer will we hold your hand
Why? Cause you're too damn old
Oh yeah, the networks called
They told me to tell you you've been cancelled
They also said big up for all the support
Thanks to your devotion, they now control the world
So let your hair down and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang
I'm rising past the bank, with smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble over some, 'cause some I don't over stand
I got the clout from Spawn, from now on, I know the plan

[Spawn]
It's the noise it makes, that generates the passion I have
It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed
It takes shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have
Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab

[Slug]
Come now, whofi gwan test the giants, when we apply this
Vice grips to your eyelids to make you read the fine print
The tyrants that gave you crisis, left you silenced
Don't breathe a sigh of relief 'till you hear the rescue sirens


[Spawn]
Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on lock
Obviously we hid the key under an upscale rock
So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in
You could try to crash the door but you ain't gettin' in
Nigga, what, my definition is raw, I got you all
wishin' I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all
but I'm tall, and got game, remain the same for the duration
Area code 6-1-2, my present location...

[Slug]
Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it
Blessed with insight, friends and influences
Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings
Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding
Stamina: that is achieved over the course of time
in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind
defined as lyricist - the Atmosphericist
makin sure you fear this shit every time you hear this shit

[Spawn] Sound is vibration
[Slug] This sound is taken
[Spawn] Sound is vibration
[Slug] And the ground is shakin'
[Spawn] Vibration is sound
[Slug] Yo, we found your replacement
[Spawn] Vibration is sound
[Slug] Now who makes the sound?



(Slug):
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins

Chorus:
From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins

(Slug):
It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics
Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it
Five for your love, and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess

CHORUS

(Slug):
I'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters
And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter
I'm tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep
Floors got shifted since the high i got a tad too deep
Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hits

CHORUS

(Slug):
So fuck needles, fuck smoke
Fuck lines that make the sinus choke
Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails
Fuck hang-overs, fuck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me INHIBITION, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it
When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony
But here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style
And I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile

CHORUS

(Slug):
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life...

Daylight of the Moon

A finger pointed at the moon:

And then some photos of recent places:

Such is the psychology of a pretzel.

Lumbering, a campfire of a man makes way,
power line wound in his wake, electricity follows the leader.
He has no regrets if the light bulb at the end is never flipped on.
He has no sympathy for outstretched limbs.
He has nothing. His world; a chemical reaction. What's there to have?
Ends to a meaning.
He is watched with solemn wonder
while he sieges, assuming, an ambassador in an empty embassy -
Liaison to Forest Resentment -
smoke curls from where his mouth would be
if he bothered with simple courtesy,
to ask:
“Why bother, sun, to smile on my back?
My eyes can't even see your gift.
Why accept my feet, soil, when I turn you into a stepping stone?
Pressure and pity on you.
Why waste your time, wind, by massaging my shoulders?
Tension runs through my sinew.
Why the wasteful kindness?
If I was younger I'd take a stick to this place.”

Who wants words like an empty flagpole:
clang... clang.
Tooth for a tooth,
this man speaks no truth. Any syllables are lost in the wind.
An eye for an eye,
beauty is in the eye of the executioner, butchering his last chance.
His final meal: eating his own words.
A kind of man, an unkind man, comfortable with destruction of silence.
Mouthy vibrations only rustle the would-be serenity in ignorant ears.
But the forest shows no fear.
Fire feeds, but the trees don't flee.
They don't bargain for contempt.
It appears as, lumber in slumber, diction rooted in no language.
No eyes to reflect acceptance of their hopefully induced despair.
Martyrs only look foolish when care of their cause is not paid.
Empty ears, the sound of one mouth yapping.
While the bond of the firs creates a green collective.
Collected veins of enlightened leaves, chlorophyll nirvana.
Content against contention because
regret of past mistakes is the only
true lie.
Truth in acceptance, without exception.
Deep into the soil, the collective soul, the roots embrace their history.
Defense in defiance, come try and take something, when I have everything
and you have no where to put it.

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?