june gloom

i havent been in the mood to produce lately. juss been wanting to feed off others art. things are getting harder to explain. im trying to find myself, but i forgot to tell myself where to look if i get lost. im outgrowing my shell again. afraid to see what ill look like on the other side. i dont like what i used to love. i dont know if i changed or are things around me changing. i want a mirror that talks back to me when i question what it sees. i want a conscience instead of voices in my head. i wish someone knew who i was and not who they think i am. 

Whose Coming With Me?

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paranoid

losing my illuisons

loser

failure

slouch

lame

heartless

angry

violent

psycho

twisted

wierdo

liar

wreck

sicko

nasty

loveless

cheater

insane

loner

negative

dark

crude

evil

sinister

suicidal

beaten

hopeless

lost

nothing

"nothing can be everything. everything can be nothing."

"Enter your mind. Be formless. Shapeless. Like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend."

- Bruce Lee

juss because

hey young world. your friend, jt, checkin in. havent been in a sharing mood lately. thats y u aint really heard from me. working on a new bamboo bangas blog. tryin ta decide which songs ta put. might b a two part bamboo cuz thers a lot of heat out there burning my eardrums. also reviewing eminems new joint for my rawwater peeps (www.rawwater.net). go peep that when u feel the need, yo. lookin forward ta the jazzfest this weekend. finally gonna see one of the most unique female artist eva, ms erykah badu. soooo excited. thats all fa now. ill be talkin ta ya.

Lord of the Rings

animals > humans

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hiding

lately ive been trying ta infect a sterile world. i feel bored and violated. smashed yet sober. looking for a new vein ta tap. hiding in the light. hopeless doesnt cut it. thats too happy go lucky for me. the youth call it hating. i call it depression. nothings as it seems. no ones on my team. they dont make the cut. a small light in a dark room? bee-you-ta-ful strangeness, dance with me. i hear the beat, why dont i see the music? lazy angels never carry their own wings but pit bull piranhas always pick the perfect place to partake. dont try to keep up. im already lost.

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