Shoulderz Chilly... interesting  / Civil War

Hollow Earth FT. Immortal Technique / Chuck D / Killer Mike / Brother Ali

Humanize

red green

When we are born into this waking dream
As we are young,
The world is vast and full of fantastical mystery.
As we continue our journey through aging
boundaries and restrictions come to view.
We age further and witness the walls that were once at a distance on our horizon move closer...
One day we awaken to find the walls completely surround us.
Common wisdom contends this is the cocoon that transforms us into adulthood.
This wisdom belies the truth.
These walls become our soft prison
One day our tomb...
Many live their lives now, surrounded by their walls with the curtains drawn and the doors locked. 
They peer into false windows hoping to find something, anything, to ease the silent pain of their loneliness. Reflected back on them all the things they love and fear. They ride on the virtual Ouroboros, a toxic feedback loop...

Mr. Grank takes a step away from his false window.
Do we discover our true self through reflection or introspection?
He unlocks the door and goes for a ride...
In the brisk morning, before the sun is pulled to the surface by Lucifer, Mr. Grank sits in his car.
Keys remain in the ignition 
The engine dead
He leans out the driver side and listens to the hypnotic chime of his door held ajar... 
He could feel it now... away from his walls... away from his false windows...
His head and neck
His shoulders arms and hands 
his torso thighs and genitals
His legs and feet...
And as the sun birthed into his sight, over the crest of the silent hillsides 
Mr. Grank, his self, felt birthed back into the fantastical world he had struggled to conjure for so long...
The walls seemed so far away now 
And though he feared to return to them once more he knew.... But what was this?
On the dew strewn grass something shimmering.
His last marble! 
With this spell bound bauble back in his possession he truly had naught to fear.

Excerpts from the Gnostic Gospels:
Formation of the human form 
&
The unfathomable entity

Lost In His Self

Project_51

hopefully i will stay off forever, but one month is a commitment, and i always keep commitments
i will be temporarily suffering because of an addiction i chose to do
i quit cigarettes in 2000 forever, but nicotine gum and candy have been good friends on and off
made with Tom the drum, xylophone (metal) zoom h1 mic and NCH software

less than two nicotine candies left until 1 month nicotine free

Décalages

The dynamic duo brings you the latest underground jazz for your listening pleasure.
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LPDJ: all the coolness, madness (the good kind), structure, composition, wicked noises, 89.17 percent of the musick
FaceOnFigure: drunken drumming without actually being drunk, bits of solos on keys and guitar, whistling, madness (the questionable kind)

Not a care

Wild dreams flowering in an urban landscape - flutes and soprano saxophone meander through the city. Chilled synth eases the path.

Pic. (NM) Cemetery Road, Sheffield UK 

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Lost the Plot

VGM-adjacent-experimental-electronic-rock-type music

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