As I finally have a little time to rest, everything whittles down to one thing: Spending time with people. I was going through old journal from 2010 and found the attached blurb: Laughter is survival Love is food Dreams are…
Certain things can bring a group of people together: similar ideas, tastes, current events (none of which glues the people on this ride). We found a common ground last night. The movie “Friday.” We watched it, laughed together, quoted it,…
I am not sure how tight I have this saddle. I had a dream a few nights ago that there was this hang-glider in a field. It seated about 14 people in a single row and it was very George…
Go Ask Alice by Anonymous may have been the first. Anais Nin, Paulo Coelho, so many others. I gravitate towards these types of writings — journalistic, autobiographical, personally poetic, expressions of experiences and emotions — or true experiences under the…
I am so grateful that the story of the observer from Trickster all the way up to The Invisible Plan has been so interconnected. I was going through photos and organizing them and came across this photo of wildflowers from…
These lyrics were so easy to write. I had been listening to a lot of Black Thought’s lyrics and just the power he puts behind them, sometimes you feel like it’s fucking church. When I listen to The Roots How…
he’s the king of the talk he’s the cock of the walk don’t let him go he’s a crime in the room how did it start, where is your heart? i know how to get the truth out of you….
