metaflow pt. 3

she said:

"i'm a one artist army, no weapon can harm me."

i said:

invincible? effect an affect, evince the truth from my mind and make me believe your rhyme, sister.

i was responding in kind. i would have her know these:

that no army, no matter how strong, will remain a unit long if its unable to hold strong in that most pertinent of the many prospective tours of duty it holds in its even more innumerable prospective futures: practice. having said this, i will desist in my metaflow, in patient wait of a better flow from your allegedly militant mind. let me hear you rhyme.

metaflow pt. 2

the conversation facilitating the flow is lovely, but i'd be greedy to try and take more and feel needy for keeping the chore of said facilitation on your shoulders. oh, and the need to do that work will slowly smoulder in my conscience 'til morrow. and you're free to laugh if and when you catch wind of my future sorrow, as it's steadily becoming clearer that there are many insignificant things that i inexplicably hold dearer to me here than my grades.

metaflow

i need to write more poetry. the flow, you know, is the way to go when it comes time to express my thoughts in verse.

but it seems my words are cursed of late. these rhythms and lyrics only procreate when the silence in my mind abates. and as the time goes by and by, the few triumphs i do lay claim to start to fall behind. and thus, my need for release is always great.

in short:

i can't flow, you see, unless i first conversate.

welcome

I'm the giving type. Wasn't sure that the phrase had a meaning, a distinct way to delineate the boundary between the people like me, if they indeed exist and the rest of the world. But the crux on which my method of differentiation rests is this: I actually feel like I can say "you're welcome" and mean it. welcome. what does welcome mean? in days of old, they would say welcome when a guest arrived at their door. "you are well come." I think that also might have been something to say at goodbyes. it works, cause it lets the guest know that they can come again, because they've earned the goodwill of the household. it's a way to let the guest know that what was given will be freely given in good faith the next time it's needed. yeah, i think I can say that. friend of mine, when you say "thank you", it is more than likely that whatever you think I've done for you will be freely given in good faith the next time it's needed. truth.


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flow/chemical river

one day, i'm tellin' you

my rhymes will go viral

i know fame, success and fortune are enough to make your head spiral

really, though

what it is that makes those things vital to a poet like me?

it's nothing

debauchery, flaunting the epitome of freedom

doesn't work its way way back to your livin' real easy

cause flowing like a river will supply you quite well

til it gets you in, can't break you out of your new jail cell

brothers, listen, i speak clearly

a bit quickly, but you'll pay dearly

if you don't pay up now, heed my word

the chains on your mind will become chains on your slurred

slow

dying

crippled

verse

don't get caught in the chemical stream.

Re: iPhone

Four weeks ago, my aunt bought me an iPhone. I didn't really have the income necessary to support the requisite data plan, but we bought it anyway, because, in my opinion, the cell phone market is even worse than the pharmaceutical market at giving consumers what they need at a fair price. With almost every other phone in the store, I experienced an unbelievable amount of frustration. Bad interface after bad interface making waste of technological feats that would have been very impressive otherwise. I didn't /want/ a phone that tried to do everything for me. I wasn't sure how much I'd like it, or whether I would believe I'd bought something worthwhile in the end. But, right now, I can happily say that I hold in my hands one of the most inspiring devices I've ever heard of, and, in my honest opinion, it's worth every penny of the ridiculous $30 monthly charge. I'm listening to Kind of Blue in a crowded cafeteria at an academic competition, with my drummers' isolation headphones over Apple's earbuds. I can hear the voices of the five laptop-toting friends at my table, but beyond that, it feels like we're an empty room, with the only faint burble of sound from beyond the walls hinting at the life all around us. I'm connected to the entire world and completely at peace at the same time. Sounds almost religious, doesn't it? I don't know why this situation is so compelling, but every time I pick this thing up, the gears in my head start ticking with an eye towards the future, the things I thought I'd never see realized outside of my mind's eye. Put one of these on your wrist, and you're Buzz Lightyear. It's a better GameBoy, a better mp3 player, even a better universal remote. This is technology that feels genuinely self-actualizing. Like I said, worth every penny.

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haha :)

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