shall we have some fun?

I feel weird right now. I'm ambivalent to the Tracy Chapman playing across the street at the closed coffee shop. I was excited to write but then i randomly clicked on a song in my iTunes and it turned out to be a Lauryn Hill track and then I just got lost in my thoughts. This shit is weird tho. I'm told its cut differently, so I'm just chilling. I even had a nap today and that was like 5 hours after popping the first one. Yeah, there was a second one. There had to be. So here I sit, king of a house full of sleeping souls. Here I am, Montezuma in a meditative state, brooding over his people, poised in his stance.

Honour is an interesting word, you know. A friend of mine used it today in reference to set of events, and I was struck by how I had never looked upon the word honour with such significance. And in reality, a large part of the world is quite infatuated with the concept of honour. It is an interesting concept since there is also a tinge of self-honour to it, which is what my friend reminded me of today- so what is no one else knows the truth, if you are doing something that is unethical, you are dishonouring yourself. To live with that knowledge is to bear a burden forever.

Today I looked at the sky is detail, I saw sights I have never seen. Its not a monumental discovery, no. But I looked at it differently. And through it, I realised something about me. It was a silent interaction between a wide expanse and me- an imperceptible whisper that sounded my senses awake. The horizon seemed attainable for a second. Here I stand, the son of Cleopatra from Caesar, returning to Rome in the shadow of clear night, an uneasy sense of comfort in my eyes- this night sky will teach me how to master IT.

Mortals shall wish for the playthings of Gods. Thus shall perish mortality.

Who thought water could taste so good. Even from the tap! But I was told this shit was cut differently. I shall call it the Yellow Acura, mostly because that was the symbol on it, and the colour of it.

What I love is putting down your headphones for a while, during the progress of a random playlist, and then coming back on to find yourself listening to a Mos Def track and the brother is just laying it down straight.

Fuck spell check tho.. especially on blogger. Colour should be spelt as such.. and honour as such. There is a reason why we have vowels, they denote sound. The sound you need to be making for words in which which he u comes after an o, is denoted by placing a u after the o. So do it. You fucktards. I shouldn't even have to pick what kind of English I was the site to use, if anything, the site should be teaching bloggers about the correct spelling of simple grade four words.

Its 3:57 am, and I hear birds chirping. Morning comes before the sun even thinks of waking. Perhaps it is life that wakes the sun. Maybe it is a joyful celebration, by life itself- masking a plea of nourishment from the sun. A Nayabingi warrior sings in the distance, birds chirp a wind chime rhythm to his travel worn, constant beat. Shall life not be the muse for life itself? Is it not the sweetest of wines? The most unassuming of coincidences? Shall it not be the nectar of its own creation.

The moment slips from my grasp now. My mind swarms thoughts ofthe polar opposite- destruction. Is it not life, the lust, the feel, the touch of it that destroys it too? No rims, my mind is spinning. Music is bursting from the overnight bakery at the coffee shop across the street, my is bursting at its seams with thoughts that are unclear, yet I know that if I shut my eyes, I would see a whit ball of light, as if all those have been illuminated, forming one compound, meta theory on something. Anything. I want to say a theory on life, but things are never so grand, are they?

There are two whole coconuts on the ground. Say that out loud to yourself, its kinda fun. Its what my friend E and I call, self-amusement. And E stands for Erica, too. But I didn't discover the coconuts with her, just on her.

Now see, I just put on these headphones again, and here I am listening to a sweet Biggie track.. this is what music is about yo... and this ain't even a hip hop playlist- its just 30 gigs of random music.

gem of an album: Earthtones by the Crown City Rockers.

short interlude.. be back

ok... back.. short resupply mission run with precise details right there. By the way, it occurs to me that a yellow painted washroom with a yellow bulb illuminating it, could be potentially hazardous for your teeth, since everything looks yellow anyway. You know? So yeah.. watch out for that. Hold on, why is my iTunes not working.

5:20 am, cars whizz by, dogs trot along the roads, a lone coffee shop worker has her breakfast, squatting behind her red cavalier, she has done this before, knows she will do it again, hence the complacency with such a primal stance. Doors slam on a van, I am almost sure I saw the sound waves rushing towards me, but no sound gets to me. I am immune to the sound of the open beaks on the birds flying around. Only when then song fades do I hear the chirping, the whizzzing-by cars, the nervous high hat on the coffee shop cash register.

Time sweeps by as I write my words, I look up again, and now its light. Here I stand, a drummer of the Maori staring at the sun as it rises once more to breathe into everything I breathe for. I sing a primal cry into the sunshine. Its where I want to be, to shine when the sun is glowing. Move to my rhythm as I pain you with the twinges of my cry, the subtle softness of tender memories, the bitter reminisce of a long forgotten embarrassment. I sing the sweet song of sorrow- life, singing for life.

I'm out..
Snap.Crackle.Pop.