Dear Nigga, At some point in your life, you heard, most likely, read about the Golden Year or Year of Enlightenment. I think it was sometime in late middle school but definitely by the end of high school, you had placed all your bets on the year 28. I don't know exactly what you were … Continue reading Letter to my 28 year-old-self.
thru nature’s lullaby we rest our heads, chest abound, awound we creep the crepts of realms. at ease, the peace we seek comes afound after a long day of allowing thyself to churn it out of thin air. magic they call it. adjust the thought and work and see the work is the magic. wut … Continue reading aforethought after an ease; at peace
must be a new season startin to feel like a mohican geekin, i know i got the last laugh seekin, i grow, my cups are full and a half fistin, doubles, i cry thru my toils and troubles, filling my cups. drinking the juice & let the freedom flow & course thru & i know … Continue reading clatter
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