2012 but in a new age way, not a new-age way.

to think i was the strongest staying the bongedest was improper english but now im on this. homme. finally. drop days like florida has everglades, plug a glade, to mask the smell of turkey bags, and gettin' paid. on the stream tip, consciousness, sick of weak shit, two tjds two no stems no seeds,... and drunk homies that spray like they mean it. i mean, i know they mean it when they dream it but lack of action has me questioning the scene to zine mentality. i woke up with hope up, two years later i know theres no emotion one cant smoke up, so toke up....burn trees, praise jah, break laws and reappropriate the consequence as justifiable to the revolution. my life is mine at the beginning of the eighth revolution. 28 years and four times a new human. human pestilence/consciousness disease, christmas presents and easter guilt/greed. i confess that confession to god and his mouthpiece could bring peace but i need my eyes no matter what i need. by that i mean mentality of mortality and poverty over greed. now bleed the blood green, breathe deep seek peace, on my knees the sky seems closer to blue than gray. I don't prey where I play, I pray to my life, my love, my creation, my day.

Within a few configurations
you'd be wiped away, completely.
Mouth and mask face legs.
Assumptions undergone
and a routine desire perpetuated by
nuisance.
How would you like to meet me
around the corner
form our favorite haunt.

Didn't think so.
Couldn't even quite remember how you existed.
Flesh and bone, of course.
But minds, much a fate of faith.

So call me next time.
Wel'll meet up next time 'round.

I'll remember your gesture.