aint here yet, but winters comin. and a flood of rememories to get the words flowin. dont mean nothin, these are just pieces. just somethin to get you started, just a quick sketch, subconscious mess. I aint tryna say nothin--just stretchin my mind, time to start paintin pictures again. Mental exercizes, paper and pen. Its only a start, a lil bit of nothin...just takin down the thoughts so maybe later theyll be somethin. catchin the stream as it comes, just some seeds, tiny pieces, patchwork scenes. just a sensation, just a fleeting something, just a passing, blurry image to bring the feeling back alive. just another snapshot from the archives:
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gimme that raw, blood and bone...crystalline world where im all alone...gray skies, chilly white, concrete pale, one foot in front of the other. Winter in the gutter. clouds of steam, dboys breath, shadow-black, outlined in silhouette. in winter the grind takes a darker turn-grim reaper faces, eyes harder at the corners, watchin you burn. rush to warmth. chill creeps thru, weak in your knees. everything coated with a film of freeze...icey slush splashes, full of rubber bands empty stamps & cigarette ashes....
december - time to hustle harder for less scraps. everybody feelin the cold at their back. stay stalkin the block-head sweat under hoodies and hats, damp inside your wrapped up jackets. shiver, shake, rattle & roll, bone-froze fingers , but inside all calm, bundle warmin your palms...ice water in the set--melted snow and in it goes...freezing cold prick of the needle, liquid nitrogen, operating rooms, sterile (ha ha, never) --self anasthesia. Into a thick wooly sleep, medicated dream.
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gimme that raw, blood and bone...crystalline world where im all alone...gray skies, chilly white, concrete pale, one foot in front of the other. Winter in the gutter. clouds of steam, dboys breath, shadow-black, outlined in silhouette. in winter the grind takes a darker turn-grim reaper faces, eyes harder at the corners, watchin you burn. rush to warmth. chill creeps thru, weak in your knees. everything coated with a film of freeze...icey slush splashes, full of rubber bands empty stamps & cigarette ashes....
december - time to hustle harder for less scraps. everybody feelin the cold at their back. stay stalkin the block-head sweat under hoodies and hats, damp inside your wrapped up jackets. shiver, shake, rattle & roll, bone-froze fingers , but inside all calm, bundle warmin your palms...ice water in the set--melted snow and in it goes...freezing cold prick of the needle, liquid nitrogen, operating rooms, sterile (ha ha, never) --self anasthesia. Into a thick wooly sleep, medicated dream.
