what time is it?

moment
details
clarity
attention
all is doing
sadhana

i guess
even good
truths are
subject to
novelty.

ive lotsa ideas
pickin thins
uppin the sonic realm
somethin gettin growin
been allova me
mouth onda micro
pulse abeat smoove
lets rattle cage
im inta that

is it just me, or are people driving worse than ever?

this human is a lyrical juggler

most recently all tied up in a closet
yesterday with the radio in the tub
two years ago storming the hotel room
that time the car spun in circles
last century spying on the garbage man
thirteen minutes ago without the knife
when i was eight peeking through floorboards
in tenth grade snorting powdered plastic
endlessly watching television in the reflection

its been ages since we've tripped
tomorrow will be wasted

i updated my muxtape.

i put something out there.