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Time that is filled to fill the time. Filled to the point of spill. Brain wanders and wonders still. Wah Wah Wah Wah Walls Hip hop trip, to my butt I did slip and with the hill i let myself tip. Chased and followed, in a strange but nice light, by the sounds (that I have said would "literally make Benjamin Franklin insane") I give myself on a daily. Surprisingly accurate reproductions without the aid of the original (to trace from).
Sun sat, and in my final chess play of the day I decided that I would steal and distill its remnants. Sunset, no sun, no context, no hills, no earth, just reminding that big yellow beast of what it left of that sky that holds it all day long. Staying Posi all the way to the end, or almost all the way to end. The movie, ATL, which was my 2nd young urban coming of age roller skating film in 3 days, left me with a heavy message or maybe I should just say that I took something from it. I love that when that happens. When something that is somewhat simple and made for mostly entertainments purpose gives you something that you can use. But, ATL told me (via the dumb, but he turns cool, Uncle character) that my job is only to "figure out the difference between what I'm feeling and what is real." MMMMMMM. damn. |
