Jack Purcell was a Canadian athlete who smashed birdies flying through the air for a living, winning several prestigious awards including the 1933 world Badminton championship. That neat signature Converse smilie has a new friend, Lunaron. What a pair.
Today I feel like writing one sentence.
This is a fascinating period, witnessed the transition from hand written mail to the digital touch dial. Watched the manipulators on cherry oak box tubes become thin screens, digital channels, YouTube streams. Gasoline filled whips, skies filled with carbon monoxide, integrated tech introduces the hybrid ride, now were cruising the full electric side. Maybe one day, h2o with the chloride. Why, cause it’s what helps the blood flow, an era of artificial intelligence control.
Gone are the days of petrol. Observe there’s a new kid on the block on patrol. Synthetic minds with moods, methods, and schematic tactics of all kinds. Computerized automated soul. When they take over, might need to retreat to the rhines, off the grid lines. There will lie the days to appreciate sun sets, archived moonshine, back to basics, grow crops under Gods light, waterfalls and sunshine, break bread, wine, draw close to Jesus as he heals the blind. Learn wisdom, refine metaphors and the rhyme.
A world of evolved rebels against the encrypted, or are they saints judged by critics. Crptics. It’s a new era of war, their brims cover their eyes, digital spies, cracking codes, vigilantes hiding in incognito modes. Computerized man vs man, created by man’s hands, flawed and emotionless. Praying on man’s weaknesses, lazinesses. Pray for man’s intelligence to have faith. Witness machines making decisions, their moves are precise same as their siblings, surgical robotic incisions, macro precision.
Mass data on you retained, through your phones, pcs, legal small print, collected and contained. Artificial intelligence is dissecting your life piece by piece, flipping your life inside out, your private life deceased. Monitoring every little detail, especially what lies between the crease, fatal man made non-fictional tale.
Fools gazing me, fools gaze doesn’t faze me. Head space make believe, watch their moves, sugar glaze plots. Pawns shifting walls to maze you. Words, actions fugazi, Hillary tactics, hard to read, manipulated, deceive, cover up, question the story of Benghazi. Makeup and make believe, cover girl story, wake up, demfukuz lying through their teeth. Look into their eyes, authentic cronies addicted to lies, life dilated. Hiding in the cracks between the silver lining, reciting movie plots as their own, faking jaxs, brutal Brutus and his team of schemes, taking Caesars rightful throne.
Faking knowledge, do the research like Naudwuar, that finger tip power, Chrome. Wait, watch the loops, fake facts. Always three sides to the story, but political interest say it’s all based on the majority. Grim future, cloudy clownings of societies in disarray, Lucy’s savoring the evolution of the world’s decay.
Catch them folks when their plans get lazy. The only truth they’ll have left is the death of their raided glory. Pace of life is moving quick, chase it down. Family structures abominated, three dad’s and a parrot, can’t fuck with the carrots. All spread through social media share its. Spoken and spread through the fainted man leashed on ties. Recognize the patterns, watch those flaky maggot flies laying eggs in your shit, faking-it.
Intake influence from Lamar’s bars, the album’s got precedence on my players list, Gods presence, he’s an artist on my layers list, prayers list, figure of speech presence, minds lit, incandescence. Next up a top dawg is in Q, he’s ill, he’s Groovy. Rocks rhymes with Jay, and their rhymes kill it, modern slang slay it.
Water flows of words on heavy breaks, into these complex thoughts, sailing into the malice dark states, still darkness cold lakes. The stories of struggling daily, death, drugs, violence, crime, all happening this life, this time.
There’s a dangerous influence coasting these streams. Need to wake up for God’s sake, in the end, it’s all that matters. As night falls, the abyss lurks, it’s glossy black, shimmering, inviting bliss, reflections of Lucy, images tainting reality, the dark shadows covertly masking my eyes, convinced by fallacy. An addictive toxin, in need of oxygen.
Signs of confessions none, collection of sins-many. Control machine, an army of programmed sinning Sims, night club light beams, internet lust streams. Entertainment tainting the control center, alternating goals, careers, greed, mansion dreams. Break bread, scheme, listen to c.r.e.a.m on how to recruit creme.
The day starts, wake up, following a system, go to school as a teen, use my allowance on potent hydro green. Listen to hip hop, learn the word zeen, sound like seen. Still use the word, seen. Eyes bloodshot, temple unclean. Influenced others, made bonds, made close brothers. Now learning about the trigger, protect the team. Signs of Jesus, but still blaspheme. Young passionate anger, asking why? No answer, Yet. I hear something, something beyond sonics.
Cells, the basic units of life. Studied by scientists under the microscopic tech, sterile knives. This is considered Science? Another one of faiths defiance. The complicated balance of having one another, a love-hate relationship, bonds similar to a mother, father, brother. Reminds me of cellmates, locked up, confined, counting the remaining time. Fated together in the same room, where does the future lead, bloom? or the death sentenced doom?
Life’s wonderers, ponderers, explaining ideas through double entendres. Complex to define, deeply engrained into the perception of the mind. Cells, the smallest unit of life, fighting a constant war against disease, cancer erosion, deadly, reflecting the image of the beast, made to divide and conquer, swelling tumors, the pain, mind playing games, resist the use of cyanide. Watch the gluttony, preserve the body, our physical anatomy. Consider what’s selected for the stomach.
Take time to eat and study botany crops, watch the heart rate drop. Arteries melt away with the cheese, grease built up cardiovascular disease. Make a change in habits, join the club of rabbits. Or the only fuzzy being seen is through sight. Age catches up with the weight, hair gone gray and white. Define moderate, enjoy a small treat on the sabbath.
Roaming around New Territories I encountered a neat staircase. It was built to serve a couple of four story buildings and give access to a communal rooftop. These are old Tong Lau buildings that sit next to one another in Sham Shui Po. As you make the climb up the gritty spiral it splits into two directions, families living on each side. This staircase separates the buildings but was designed with slots to provide residents with shade, light and wind.
This is the only way to access the units. Installing elevators probably wasn’t practical for its time, and that kind of luxury comes with a price. With the limitation, a rare design took form. A design that is practical and considers the user.
In this condensed city, observing the little nooks lie simple considerations worth noting.
Surfing a mental weave, as you travel through the thoughts, experience the retrieved, layers of difficulties conceived, misbeliefs, deceit, dreams to succeed. There’s a consistent message, to beware, to be awake and aware, talking and walking with care, with deliberation. The smoke thickens, bit by bit we’re being deceived. Received the word, embrace being saved. Your eyes will open, sharpen, cut through the thick deception of the evil built up within. Beware, indulging in toxins, resins, pills, random concoctions, the rickety illusions, you’ll simply perish in confusion.
Splash, it’s a wonderful world, full of subliminal, face to face sins. Watch out for the toxic wave that’s mended into the mental weave, the opinions of others often warm, little do you question, the bias are more like an infected snake in the form of a worm, malicious, on a conspired journey, underwater luring, alluring, existing itself before being conceived, without knowing you’re already self-destructing, drowning.
Somatic presence, intelligence lacking, only brilliance is from the diamonds they see, gritless, crack knowledge far from the money tree, hearts and souls wisdom free. Take time to read, less time on greed, is this the western dream? Consume and breed. Family, calamity, insanity, profanity, humanity, visiting the infirmary. The world is lost, we’re paying the cost. Or is the world found, gaining knowledge through the nouns, pronouns, dumbfound?
As the flesh rots, my mind clear, letting God’s will steer. Observant of the days ahead, steadfast, the future, hopes are deteriorating, hearts close to flatline, life’s to short, infuriating, dead. The only way you can revive yourself is to study the book, with the words of life.
Dictate fate, create a castle mind state. Capture the deceit, page by page analyze it. Trap evil, demonize it, let it mull in its own fire. No time, our days move quick, can’t gamble with life, can’t let it come down to the wire, we talking about age, a rat in a cage, rage, savage, ravage, shit, we have to salvage lifes every stage. Conquer the somatic physical phase.
Loss of sight, mentally look, our bodies form a cross, East, West, North, South, spread your arms, spread the word by mouth. Travel through the dimension of tribulations to understand thee. The Lord has blessed our moves, knowledge tree.
Call it the four points we dominate, that Satan tries to annihilate, he didn’t rule nor will he decide your fate. Submitting to his fine lies honors a stale checkmate.
To laugh about the nonexistent life after this, is a comedy itself, a death accompanied by hell self-dealt. An easy doing, without knowing, at this rate your mental state is making you self-defecate. What a shame to your ancestors, especially how you carry their last name. There’s no class in pretending to portray the image of top brass. Actions all ugly identifying you are relying on coincidences, dying to be accepted by the mass.
Skimming through the paperwork of your track record, you’ve placed zero. In other words, worthless and defective dear, you’re better regarded as non-existent. How did you get here? It’s clear you have lost your mere way. Quick, swallow your pride, you dick and take this map as your guide. Hold on tight, climb back up that selfish, selfless, umbilical cord, hide.
Heavily packed streets, filled with girls, boys, men, women, riding their bikes grinding, transporting. Making ends meat, no faking. Horns and engines sounding away, surroundings natural, buildings, shops and traffic arrange in its own personal array, the gritty landscapes populated and stretches through its own beautiful decay. People doing what they know best, keeping busy, hustling on the streets, the stress is never easy. The strong will of mind, conquering the deal of the card, life’s moving mighty hastily. To the weakened heart, carry on, defy the hard.
Back to homework. Dim, for a moment, but far from dark. Let’s see what we curate over the stretch of months ahead. I’ll spend some time putting together photographs of different subjects and dive into ideas, some abstract, some less. And from time to time sneak in a thought on music artists.