#right next to BoA and Do As Infinity and FLOW

[vanivenivici]

Hmmmm do I add “There She Is!!” to my weeb playlist…? It’s not technically weeb but. it’s a foundational text, right?

[triumphorce]

ladadadiddy-da

so many art,

so many dream..

so many fruits

to harvest,

like where do I start

just reach up

take one,

take bite out,

sit back, get shade

lean against tree as wind-brush against grass

blades, leaves, waves, wings, past a face in past.

in layers ascent carries to first, from last

intervene troubling nothing's by writing..

left to right, pen rollin, like bowlin ball toward pins spilt

keep truth by doing.

here.

now.

this moment.

anything can take away what we allow to.

everything takes time, that's all it should.

all effort takes away to put out.

gotta get it back,

release focus to recharge.

all work is permanent, but doesn’t determine path.

pay attention to voice inside. it’s wiser than u think.

just takes time to decipher

takes time to rise, and to sink. 

takes time to develop hungerr..

..to deal with rumble, that keeps me up

keeping me up, keeping me up, but can't keep me..

when i shhould

be somewhere around, nearby,

when i shouldve found infinity already, should be in genes, should be somewhere in history. should be easy..but it would be

a mystery.

just gotta always be finna do somethin..

stay busy.

ready to depend on what’s in front to awaken insides,

i follow me, you follow you, we follow what we follow, then follow suit..

follow intuit, break out of boxes, grave escape, catapult from paula schultz’s..

batta-batta boom, paddle, paddle pattern, row thru waves to reach shore. to get thru deep waters, stay on surface, surf if you have to, & never nerf, unless it’s emergency landing, then it’s back to whistlin twisted nerve.. whistlin dixie, finish with energy empty & be glad, too. be glad to start from scratch, cause I cant actually start from scratch, just re-reach up and grab fruit, never fall too far from, never fall to not recover, better than I thought no matter how many times I thought i wasnt, reward blind work ethic, oh boy, oh boy. chocolate chips ahoy. polished mint-conditioned, velociraptor-fixed, sawed-off shotgun swift strength in a pinch, thin as edge shot of vodka takes off, box of chocolates-enrich anything i come across in life, and stay in light of all of it, remain locked in reversible-reflective armor, and reflect in hardship, still light as dove w/ olive b. in beak, or partridge in bear teeth..swallow whole, jargon-vomit, morose bard, whose bars reciprocate to true recipient, parting parliament thru-out lifetime, division between following and following me, pls pardon me if i come off as pretentious, got a lot to say, holdin mad weight in socratic folds, boa-break-bones with hold on control of flow in drafts, drift past cold, hot, right to normal, right to on track, right back, might smoke two packs before the night, but prolly not, just gotta rhyme, rap, boa-rap, mo'an-anaconda on course to andromeda, flunked courses to voyage, flourish, instead got flustered, stuck in funk, a punk fersure, but I bank on the next the day,bunk above anything not me, get sleep without much effort,get shit done without lunch, breakfast’s the rush,driven by words and push of buttons, lyric-glutton,seer of whats in,get that out, find whats under, shine in time,with time spent in wonder of what that time meant . my oh my. fin.