Music inspires me. It's everywhere I am and everywhere I want to be. Meet Aesop Rock. He is one of the most inspiring musical artist to me.



This video is a tad bit eye-candy-er :



His lyrics are hard to decipher for some, but the beauty in it is that he writes these songs for himself but leaves the meaning up to the listening. It's completely subjective and it makes it beautiful.

In other news, I am officially in the Bone Marrow Registry. It made me wonder why people are so hesitiant to do things like that. They attach the stigma of a needle going into their hip while they are wide awake. Not the case. Only half of that happens 20% of the time. If people took the time out of their all too busy day, they could get educated on things like this and discover that it's not nearly as bad as they think.

...Bonus round
This is the hot tin roof stepper
Hold it down with centipede foundation
Mr. Greed who burns rugged obstruction in bunches
like little Jackie paper puffs the magic dragon and dutches
We don't need another hero hommie gallop off on your my little one trick pony
Holly Hobbie Polly Pocket pretty future destiny
If the slipper fits fire up Cinderella propeller and curtsy for the munchkins right before
Aesop Rock smashed the pumpkin
Yeah, yeah, iron on gusto rustolium bloodstream what's better?
When the wrist slit it leaks out only the bloodiest bubble letters
Complete with outlines, fill-ins, dates, shading and shout out columns
for vagrant colonies to follow in redeeming bottles
You're a little tea pot trying to eavesdrop on the mammoth route
peekin' out from around the rose bush like (Uh-huh)
"Here is my handle (Ohh), here is my spout" (Ahh)
Godzilla junkie used to be in love, now out for gigapussy
Sorry to offend but sometimes life bends in the middle (Sorry!)
So now you have a fulcrum where there used to be a pillar (Right)
and now I got a pulse that bumps less than a cocaine binger
and now I got no nine to five and still labor days flicker
(This kid is ill)and now I got a nine millimeter Q-tip with an itchy trigger finger
See, I really don't feel your persona distortion
ordered by martyrs who martyr self for martyr's sake
Wow fame, if notoriety grew adjacent a jealous dick-riding sentiments
I'd give you a pound like, "Greetings Mr. President"
Now, go do your homework
-Aesop Rock

Tunnels

On Monday, I found my self conflicted , confused and unsettled with my position . So I cried . I turned to my best friend and he was too busy writing a paper when I needed him so I called another friend that I didn't think to call in the first place . I told her my deal and she replied with this :

"You can't be in a tunnel and see the light at the end of it and decided to walk towards it; then halfway there, you just sit in the dark. Thats what you're doing right now; sitting in the dark crying"

As shaky of a metaphor as it may seem , it really helped me out and it really cured me of my complacency. So now that everything is in perspective, life is beautiful. And she's a beautiful person for sharing that with me.

And food for thought:
Isn't it interesting that guys aren't really interested in what's underneath your crown but they definitely want to get in between it ?
Hmm

This is exactly what I look like when I'm having fun . And you know what , I love it .
Plus, I'm doing a jig !

Ever Cried ? Ever Been Angry ? Ever Been Human ?

I have a Nikon SLR camera . I have exactly one roll of film . I have the creativity to use it . But not the drive .



I will one day be reinvented. Reformed. Today is not my day because I'm so comfortable. I feel as I shouldn't be . I shouldnt be comfortable with being average, especially when I know I could go beyond it. But I will be reinvented. Maybe next Monday, next month or next year. Its going to happen because I'll make it happen.



I have endless amount of paper, and endless amount of ink. I have to thoughts to marry them. But not the organization to plan the wedding. Isn't that some shit?



I have friends in love with thoughts. And thoughts in love with friends. I don't get why.



I'm sitting in this computer cluster next to someone racking their brain over organic chemistry and across from someone filling out math problems online. Ever wonder what someone elses life is like ? Ever wanted to hear their story ? I have.


And someday, I will .




You decide .

Crash and Listen

My Laptop crashed . New hard drive soon come .

Meanwhile , here's a quote to keep you busy :
"If you're looking for a sign, just do it"

I found that written on the stall in the bathroom I was using . I found it surprising that such an inspiring quote came from immature scribble on the inside of a stall. I also found this one as a response to someone writing "YOU'RE IN COLLEGE NOW. GROW UP"

"Do we ever really grow up ? Why must we lose our inner childhood selves as we age?"

That question sparked something in me 'cause I'm always down for revisiting my childhood by watching old cartoons or playing in parks on the rickety swings. What I don't understand is why does that have to go away. Yea, I know, we have to mature at some point because we can't survive in society without maturity, but must we sacrifice our inner child --a state where simple things make you happy and you could retreat into mindset where there is nothing to worry about --for our maturity to exist. Why can't they simple coexist. I much rather have that. I think a lot of people would be happier that way.

Also, did you know, the first documented advanced civilzation was formed out of peace and trade, and not warfare. This city is called Caral and is found in the deserts of Peru. Not only did it provide an alternate theory as to why people then "crossed the great divide" from simple village to big cities, it provided an alternate theory to human nature itself. Maybe Hobbes was wrong. Our state of nature is not "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short." I know for a fact Hobbes is wrong. The civilization of Caral proves to me that it is not in our nature to go to war and fight one another. That we are, in fact, peaceful creatures and lived as such for over a millenium.

Great things can come from peace.

Home Bound

I'm going home. To Brooklyn.

Reconnections with Past Transients

Thats something I used to do .

Okay, so, I'm really foreign to the concept of a blog because I never even had a diary in the first place . But here we go .

Recently I reconnected with someone whose time in my life was really short and inconsistent but it felt good to do so. In my opinion, life is partly a culmination of our decisions and our experiences. That includes those apart of the experiences. Who I am ,in a sense, is who everyone was that shared a piece of themselves with me. If that makes sense.

Now, for some recent news:

You are no longer a friend . You are a stranger . You are no longer the foundation . You are the ruins . You are no longer a diary . You are lost pages . You are no longer an inspiration . You are a bad influence. You are no longer important. You are persona non grata . You are no longer apart of me . You are essentially a nobody .

Inner soul for the masses .