Sunday, January 8, 2017

the meeting grounds bt nihilism and spirit


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snow drifting ladies in pantyhose cut and sliced from knife blades that slashed throats, prior to rape, prior to the strip club hopping and accumulating twenty drinks, diesled with invincibichality, god-complex - ready for death - to be known - as biggie reminded his legions - your nobody till somebody kills you.

the feathers fell off her goose, leaves like autumn, legs split like a quagmire. the guys laughed, head cocked like triggers and pulled in explosion like the nee democratized u.s.a-iraq - holy men converted to american gangsters and now part of the democracy..."my country gotta thing for this gangsta shit" 50-cent reminded us...hard looks and tims, replacing sandals and bedouin outfits, which once paired with laughing with the sun and moon and constellations...i see you

...it was a set up...the same one i thought made a nice alarming statement, deliberately controversial and spook, without any white, or asian, or black, or latin or indian or east indian authority figure with authority voice to back it up, to say it's so. the set up has led to this - internal war. the kali-ma of prac has caused war in themselves and the rest of us. thus confusion - many-faces - mani-faces, chameleon, a thousand of them...liquored up in the evening like wolves howling waiting for a wrong stare. pow bow. down. cops, run...adventure. who knows whats next. never know with big step, young hap, forever wil downed by the drugs and selling, just to get a rep...

...ah yes the reputation...an allure - adventure - the close to death - the confusion between a deeply spiritual experience and a deeply nihilistic one...

...on the daily...dice life, two sixes, bob heads, no longer held down by chains of capital, the god of small things, this is big man ting, so i roll big, hit the walls with a crash, break right through, emerge without a stain on my shirt, float, modest and high head staring at the sky, like yeah bruh,  i got you...

this is what i remember, before the cuffs, the police braceletes, the soar of icarus, remember that i almost made it, that i saw the rfit in the sky, and flew right through, this is the spirit i ran with...i got this, no fear, 100 fights, lost the first 88...got the last 12, became 144....144000, twelve tribes running through meridians with secret points of congregation known only to those who Know...

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