“Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he’s so mad but he won’t give up that easy, nope, he won’t have it, he knows…”
Eminem
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and ain’t it like a babe to rush the social media stage say ‘ta-da’ & carry on as tho his facet of the parade was even worth a single 'hurray’
truth be somewhere along the way, ego got laced w/ this scene of virtual celebration, & being blind deaf 'n dumb, took a while for the numb one to realize that the moonwalk he was learning on had him tripp’d — stumblin’ — steady falling — before ultimately unveiling the holes in his soul 2 squeeze
in summary, maturity released via capsules of Space by phases of Time unique to each & every Mind Heart Spirit…
unfortunately (?) this cat seems to have been napping longer than the rest of humanity, (or just ineffectively integrating the life-lessons of the day-by-day) always believing in the hustle, yet perhaps from a perspective dictated according to motives unclear
with that, now aiming to render sincerity @ 110%, hence new phase of training. not going to be EZ. fact: opposite, exactly — for while a new species of momentum in sprouting, the change has yet to blossom (true beauty = whole 'nother ballgame…)
that said, a recently fathomed step-stone of learning from which we’re to herein pivot —
the more one focus on the Matrix without, the more one lose touch w/ the Self within…
“Touch, I remember Touch… Pictures came with Touch, A painter in my mind, Tell me what you see…”
Daft Punk
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nyc sunset JFK airport outside terminal friends families harmonious gatherings depart/arrive cityscape safari, as in midst —
blondyn
watch on solo stirr’d to core-realm depths O soul w/ heavy heart’d typical via da dada-warp’d mind-bind that “make sense” the momentaryness & translate as
sad
(profound plop @ that.)
felt ‘lone. stranded. detached from crowded atmos. and how bad (BAD blondyn) to adopt 'n become such an OUTlook in face of new journey he on verge of venturing
afterall, was pack’d for SD — hometown land where sis to be wed where friends families harmonious gatherings were likely to be radiant with presence — some of which they’d likely shine on blondyn
and w/ blondyn having not been back since he left for nyc, upon seeing him would maybe want to hear on the story of just where exactly he be @
(exactly)
feels he left SD a 0 & be right about same quantity — for sincerely what hath he to hith name? but experience of the road, some novel he wrote, and years gone by like — all the same
“tho feel more out of touch…”
he thought 'pon this point seriously… some more, even… and then reframed —
“no blondyn,” he thought, “not out, but lost — ye hath lost touch w/ humanity…”
here’s how—
in SD, blondyn wrote a story, then decided NYC the place to deliver. upon arriving, however: “needs refining” and so blondyn wrote his story some more
in NYC he wrote wrote wrote and then he wrote some more. “almost there,” followed, “not quite right,” he disappeared into writing some more
& all this writing went on throughout street-life — an incongruent mode when it comes to melding w/ society… turn’d out write-write-writing + street-life-living =’d recipe 4 losing touch with modern world
wanna top that sugar-yum-sundae w/ a formaldehyde-soaked maraschino? take a “no-facebook” stance to social media presence, hence isolate oneself from the perhaps most living/breathing part of virtual universe (hey caveman)
sun dunk’d and set. blondyn stood in darkness and took his time (had a morning flight—was spending night @ airport) meddling on how write write writing had been the singular vehicle to disconnect his existence from the world
in darkness he thought on this hard, harder yet, reinforcing a manic spike of depression that knife’d to the point of migraine stress-fracture pinging him focal-wise over + again till reaching to Third Eye depths of brow like lightning bolt strike o Magic —
“no more —” he thought, “no more of this benumbing discontent…”
blondyn perspective’d
“you are @ the beginning a new journey and right now are going to overcome this woesome tyrant!”
(how tho?)
“starting now, you are going turn it around, via what has proven to be your own worst enemy—writing.”
(how tho?)
blondyn thought. pondered. did not give up.
“through power of the word, you will emancipate thy self, by rendering it thy outlet for connecting to the world — for helping to liberate all souls that could use a learning or two just as you mos’ def do.”
with that, mind heart spirit started churning like butter as slowly solidifying his stance that his trip of return to the homeland, was also to mark his voyage to the human race
“yes,” thought blondyn, “to connect —” and tho his sis be the 1 to be wed, t'was blondyn who was already attuning his own vows to life ∞ love via touch to u
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”
Marcel Proust
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alright, kid. up for new crusade? take our one one small step towards changing the world? hey now… it could happen and why shouldn’t it, each hour, every day, by some new way when afterall— time, but change… and with the idea of creating change that worth our while, well what the crime in giving a go via the power of story to do so? while we do truly believe the novel we’ve created be great, it’s ours— the story between u + i that be so fresh in bloom… u know we fascinating to see what u think— to see, if u, too believe this movement worth lifting.
and just what be this movement?
don’t worry. we’ll get right to explaining. 4 now just know we’re going to make of this experiment a truly unique experience for both us, aimed on creating by the best within in order to prove life ∞ love a discovery worth exploring
