dekades, art, ocd, bluejays, acdc, kurt Cobain, mgmt, and a car crash... and then it was okay, alright

https://soundcloud.com/ninamarinn/electric-feel-cover
https://soundcloud.com/t-e-l-e-p-a-t-h/lovers-gaze
https://soundcloud.com/teamsesh/sets/bones-failure
https://soundcloud.com/misogi/sets/death-metal

1 horizon, her eyes, and beauty
2 nostalgic minds
3 skater souls
4 lover's hearts
5 days a week
6 birds sitting in a palm tree

Great Cliché

One could say a cliché is a true experience. When things are good, not necessarily pure but rightfully true and dear, why break the mold that we fit so nicely into. Split an atom in two, just like a heartbreak. A heart aching, split in two, a perfect view for a couple that has found their other half, the break leads to a heart that binds with the tide, depression which at once was on the rise but now subsides as the two, hand in hand, ride into the sunset on a steel horse day and night, chrome plated armor to shield the shade of the trees and sting of the bees, leaving room to breathe for the cool rush of the breeze. The rush of adrenaline hits fast at the start, and then steeps leaving the perfect two at ease with a nice view from the tips of the trees, the very accented ascent of the peak. With this view comes perspective and clarity, good vibrations and great clichés, and next comes rolling together in the city on subways, waiting in train stations, and eating nice entrees like every day. The creek, the clouds, the roads, the bends, the smoke and benz, steers the two and two's friends to wherever the road might twist and turn, with the rubber fully burnt, but not exhausted. Satisfied with the enchantments of another days idleness or another days work, the two keep on moving down the line, keep grinding a day at a time, one cute girl, one nice guy, a boy at heart without the arrogance or pride, not afraid of a little spotlight, making love at twilight, waking up only when the timing is right, powder twinkling on their windshield as they drive, river spinning, stars collide, head on straight, ecstasy at moon's sight, a delight for sore eyes. The two of them, adventuring with the best of them, done with a journey, but forever glued together because of crossed paths, formed by the mirror images of lines formed from the cracked glass of broken hearts long ago.

Nevermind, Probably: An Intro to something Better

In memory of the dearly beloved cats and dogs that passed away before the gods at heaven's gate, may there be a puppy and kitty paradise for you somewhere in the great existential realm of the universe.

I'm a grown up kid, pretending to smoke cigarettes while sitting on Saturn, imagining time as a concept really, finding out nothing at all and everything so tall lies deep within the gut of your own roots... finding out things, and not understanding lots of things. Here is a book on concepts, conceptual abstractism.

Randomized Mathematical Equations and Futile Predictions: An Introduction

List of ideas to work off of: 

1. cigarettes make you sick, alcohol too, coffee too

2. what happens when you get addicted to substance

3. they no longer make you sick, probably

4. why is this?

Probably and i say probably here, because, this is just my own opinion, an opinion piece on peace, and nothing more. It's probably because people's bodies adjust to new chemicals, but can we adjust back to being completely sober, high on life, high on the music that floats in the air... if you say no, why not, well because life is more fun with substance than without... probably. Sitting smoking a cigarette while listening to music is more tangibly worthwhile. Who cares if I die ten years earlier, the gods? hell no, or does hell know? heaven only knows when my time to leave is, substance will not determine that. I will drink water, but I will smoke cigarettes until my lungs collapse. Why is this? How do you defeat something you have already relented so much time too. I study patterns behind things and, at the rate I'm going at now, I will die at approximately 54, when the world has all but ended, has been all but won, maybe it lost. But that's okay. Losing is okay, and I am okay with dying young, twice the age of Cobain. 27 + 27 = 54 (add Cobain's age) that's 81, a good number. AD1. After death, we won, we one, or one more great never-ending everlasting year? Or maybe I’ll die at 45… Just give me a full next 22 to 31 years. 13 backwards, better that way, 2nd puberty at the age of death, 31 years post What's my age again, oh yeah 23. Maybe some of the words I write here today will predict things in the future, maybe I will publish another book after The Sanctity of Art, a Radical Departure from the Times, which I dedicated to my sister, written by my pseudonym Drew Stone, and can be found on Amazon. There will be more books. I know that for sure. I am a struggling artist, not truly struggling to find anything, just dying from boredom in observing the ways in which the world seeks to fill itself up with things that are all fluff, and no substance. So I will avoid this, I will do the substances I like so much, so long as I take care of what I need to in the time being, which is taking care of my girlfriend, who currently has a cat, so taking care of the cat, taking care of school, of my duties as a son. But only as much as I have to. And I will not worry about where it ends up. I will read and write more. Why do I think I will die at 54 you ask? Is there poetry of death in that year for me, and why do I think the world might end that year, if all these prophecies in music are saying anything, starting with wanting to go back to 1985, then feeling like I'm always backwards, and then moving forwards to Nirvana, Sublime, and Third Eye Blind, and so on. Maybe because in the year 2048, I will be 54. The reverse of 54 is 4/5 my mom's birthday. Colt 45 is the song I listened to when I got the most high I have ever been. And 2047 was the year Kapital Steez, I mean Capital Steez, believed everyone would be reborn and come back to life again. I assume 2048 will be my year to go, my birthday being 3/24 and 2048 is separated out to me as 2 0 4 5+3, all my favorite numbers or 8 could be 33 joined together the same as 22 is a heart when joined inversely together, a never ending heart, the year I was supposed to graduate at. Can I graduate? Not yet, there's still some time to go. I am done talking about numbers, words, or anything else. This has to be just pure abstract, stream of consciousness thought, no words, even though words must be written here and numbers written at times to give dates, all just as place holders to convey the abstractness of thought, to make thought tangible. Nevermind, Probably is just an introduction to Something Good, which happens to be one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands, Alt-J. What can you expect in this book? Lots of thoughts, music references, pop culture references, fiction, non fiction, stream of consciousness, and that about does it.

Doses and Mimosas: Chapter One

Part 1

Wake up the morning, like what up, I got a big plate of lox bagels if anyone wants one. I hate how song lyrics are always randomly placing ego ahead of art. Remember, if there is nothing good to say, do not say it, which often true in music, unless you're like Youth Lagoon, that dude always has had good shit to say I feel. Not that I dislike all music, I actually love all music. Every song has a small or big place in my heart, but nonetheless a place. Mumble rap even got me dancing like hell all over this fucking floor. Who cares if you can't hear what they say a quarter of the time, that music is a dime piece, uhh, gets me pumped just thinking about it. Probably I like it so much because I can't make out the words, it just matters that it got that Lil Uzi, Lil Yachty flow. Bitches be bitches be bitches, only in songs, not in real life. In real life, girls are girls and boys are boys, and everyone just wants to live a life of style, ease, good taste, and grace. Money helps too, but that shit burns bridges. Like in Joey Badass' song Paper Trails, "money is root of all evil, but money is the root of all people", so I'd rather smoke tree, burn bad bridges, form good new ones, than use money on something I envy. Actually who cares. Spend it, if you want. But if you want to let go of all that guilt, save it. Even if you don't got it, time will tell, it will come, just cherish that dollar, and don't be greedy about it either though. Just Know the real value. Money does not make the world go around, but it allows you to have a voice. Work hard, play hard. So they say. Work smart, play smart. That's what they don't tell you, unless you work some 8 hour job somewhere. I have worked hard in the past, I just don't know if I work hard or smart right now. And I spend my money far too fast, before I get it to be honest. Credit is getting worse by the day. I think my only advice towards money and spending, is don't take it too seriously or at face value right but count your blessings each day and take it slow. Cherish that which you already have. That ain't even really about money, that's about everything. What do you like to do. Do it with passion, not lust. Love and hate do not have to be part of it. Just like things around you because it's all we got. Maybe these are new commandments I made by myself, since my religion has been kind of been rearranged and tossed out in lieu of spiritualism and what reality presents, but in honor of old Islam, Christian and Catholic, Jewish, and Buddhist teachings, maybe we all have enough to live by without stealing or wanting. Maybe we can all live, rather than die, for what we like. Don't take the teachings too seriously, but be a good person, whatever that means. Not to you, but to the 7 nations as a whole. Every person is part of the largest army, called Earth. Even though I believe we were all meant to live happily ever after in Space.

Basically, take things lightly and you can listen to Suicide Squad or watch the blockbuster movies, just don't actually commit suicide, you're not as lamely cool as Kurt Cobain. He was like Jesus, he is to me. Something good will come in the future. Just smoke a cigarette, blaze it, or whatever you enjoy doing, sit back and relax, read on or close the book, and enjoy the only life on Earth you'll ever get. I do believe there can be lives after this one, but don't stop the ride too soon, it could be fun, just wait. And if you're in a bad spot, keep your head up, listen, love, and learn, and take it slow. Enjoy the awful, the good will only be that much better for you.

DAMN this my jam

<3

Life is overrated, but...

some things are pure magic

some things are pure cosmic gold

some stories are better left untold

some stories just unfold

Merry go round

Wild horses

been on repeat

And the Mary's been

going around

I'm tired of wishing

Mary didn't have

to sleep around

Cats be waiting

For dogs to get out

Of the pound

What's up dawg



<3 DJ

Realllly feeling this song lately

Mumford

they fed on ur emotion.

u liked it

its okay

i did too

no ones fault

new day

new way

u dont say

work hard

play hard

its okay

no side to take

unless

you want a little fun

a little friendly competition

not between bitter rivals

but between friends

<3

"half of being an artist is being a poet" - mac

"hal





BIG COSMIC FORCE

ONE LAST DIVORCE

NO MORE WARS

VINYL THE DOORS



We live on two different axis,

A paperclip or saturn?

Which one...

Perception is a funny thing.



My friends are on Facebook,

not necessarily the ones under my friends section.

Who knows where

Who knows what to think

There is not he, she, they

Just us and justice

No USA

Art is all around

Same with music

Our choice what surrounds us

Maybe, sometimes

Not always our choice

I refrain

I read

Try to live, love, learn.



Don't delete

Keep going

Even if you repeat yourself

There is an end

An infinite loop

Eternity

That's deja vu

There is an end

I tell you.



Tell you what social media is all linked, internet and decades, centuries just decades, decades, centuries away, time is all the same.



Don't worry about online image, worry about other day to day things.

Write down things, not on the spot,

but make them permanent when there is true value behind the words.



Connect to everything,

Buy in, initially, then

Walk away subtly



Have an original idea

Get away

From commotion

Positive energy the goal



You CAN'T BE A POET

not on twitter or Facebook

and you know it



The voice of the poet

Is heard in the trees

Understood in the birds and bees

Not necessarily by society.



You trust someone

Upon first glance

Judging a book

Based on its cover

Is hard to undo



Force restraint

It is necessary in this

Day and Age





Old Man

is looking at me

Vapor wave is a new state

New way

Don't look back

Or hesitate

I'm tired,

You're tired

Of false pretenses

Stop the bitterness

Sweet sunshine

Quit, addict

We all love

fate.

Let's not underestimate

This whole thing.



<3 DJ



Musicians

Sing songs in the

Same old ways

With new lyrics

To comfort you

With something familiar

And introduce you

To something mind opening.



<3 DJ



What is twitter?

answer, a notebook

What is Spotify?

answer, cd's and records

What is Instagram?

Polaroids/scrapbook

What is YouTube?

I don't know... what on earth is YouTube



<# DJ



Don't deny the past

Don't run from it

Don't fear the

Future

Don't avoid it

Don't leave the present though

Because time is

understood as a

dot in a circle

A wheel

That keeps

Spinning

Rolling

With or without

Bearings or electricity

It is not plain

It is not straight

Forwards, simple

Not backwards

Always?



<3 DJ



I digress

At best

I confess

I am a fledgling

Who has yet to

Leave the nest

A boy

Struggling to pass

The test

Stylishly dressed

Only sometimes

But hair

Is an absolute, wicked, torn up mess

I digress

I forget

Which way my compass

Points

North, South, East,

Or West

I'm heading to the

Crest

Of the peak

Threshold of unique

That is of which I seek.



<3 DJ



In the end

Who is poor

Who is at war

Who is on a detour

Who has opened

Another door?

The rich are rich

Superficially so

And it goes

Only we consider it so

Wealth is not

Necessarily money

Money

Never spoke

Words to me

Or you.

But don't hate on

The other side

Or the green pastures

For that matter.



(: DJ



What I Got

Weather,

You like it or not?

It's raining

Pouring

Cuz you are

Crying in your bedroom

I don't smoke pot

Do you?

I'm just bummed

Is all.



...I got caught

Taught, bought

sold, sought,

I am what I am not.

I am, I am not.

Like it or not.



<3 DJ



Phoebe is similar to Kurt Cobain ahah

40 oz of wisdom

Perma fried drive

Setting one self up for failure versus success

The mind one must put on to discuss is logical

Not the cold hearted calculating kind

Just the one that takes a step back

Approaches things in the most realistic

Straightforward way

You disrespect

Learn don't do it again

Simple as that

No questions

You are about to act out

Deep breath

Do something else

It's not that people can 

Think before speaking or doing

But they can reframe their approach

Don't be so quick to assume

If people don't laugh

You aren't funny

But keep making jokes

Be yourself maybe one day you will be

If you get a bad grade

You didn't understand the material

But keep studying

And you will

Don't stop now

The answers are around the corner

Poetry

Isn't just philosophy and nature talks

It is balance

With something somewhere

A written depiction of peace with surroundings

City or countryside, virtual and spiritual, meta and basic, substantial and meager

Ordinary and extraordinary are odd words

It's all the same

The good, the bad

What will happen has happened

What has happened will happen

When will this change?

When we start understanding

Things aren't there to understand 

Or to dissect

We aren't meant to live longer

To prosper or to plunder

To bombard, to destroy 

To plot a plot

Or watch the clock

24 hours all we ever need

Four seasons

And no society

Just one universe

Rain or shine

Good vibes

Hey you, stop lying

Logic and emotion strung together

Put down the weapons, hug one another

It feels so good to need nothing at all

The genie is sublime, it's in us all

We all have the vision

It's just not known

We all have the rhythm

We wanna get up and get down low

The people start shouting

They're always so loud

Everyone says it's a revolution

But guess what

It's quiet now.

Just everyone in their room.

Staring at screens.

Laughing to themselves about things

Seen and unseen.

Come out of the house

It's morning time

Go out for a cruise

Down sunset drive.

So it was said that I used to sit and talk with you

Down this avenue in the afternoon.

Yup, the 5th Shade of Blue, Teal.

Bluer than Blue starting to change, everything fade, i wrote that before, here's an everlasting story. u used to think u were gonna call me tucker. that rhymed with a bad word. I'm andrew instead. drew now. drew what. myself a little story. this is how i write always will be. so, in other news, what is going on with social media these days. so many people are writing things in blogs that no one reads, tweets that become lost in a cloud, the bird flies into an endless sound cloud... where does all the music, the sounds, the writings, the words, go to... or is it all flushed into the everlasting sea where the sad pirates and lonely mermaids wait in misery for the world to slip away, all that's left is space and stars. what is the end goal of all these sounds and words, the context and meanings, analyzed over millions of years, being transcended into different forms of meaning every day? How things have become meaningless in an attempt to understand. I think it is time to simply read what we like, listen to what moves us (makes our hearts, specifically, dance), and understand later. This is not the age of historical fiction or scientific discovery or religious aspirations and persecutions. We have already done this. Like they say, "shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll land among the stars"... does that mean we are among the stars now, i mean we already made it to the moon. Or was that just a conspiracy too? Yup, I caught you, you actually believed that was a conspiracy. In truth everything is a conspiracy, which means nothing is. And it is all an illusion which means nothing is. Let me explain. If we are on Earth, maybe it's all a dream, "an inception", right? Well if it is, we still exist somewhere. And wouldn't anywhere WE exist be Earth. Planets are just places we haven't been too. Earth is just a place. stop categorizing, holy cow. why is a cow holy? maybe cuz its fuckin shit is fertilizer. Also, in regards to illusion. we all see what we see. what if we saw nothing. felt nothing. did nothing. were nothing. wouldn't that just be SOMETHING. one thing by the band finger 11 kinda suggested that. i can see it. everything is subjective. everything is objective too. it all is. how it plays out, we will see, common sense and decency, it's all the same to you and me. Colors, back to colors. What is the color of gender. What is the color of mental illness. are these just ribbons we wear. styles we share. black n white. brown. faded jeans. tie dye. spelled it wrong. boy don't be shy. who cares, fit in, stand out. I am saying, and will repeat, that everything, and I mean everything, is a paradox. We live in a time of shelter and fear. When you have everything, you are so scared of losing it. When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose. Why is that the case. Also, it is weird how it looks better to have less, yet when you have less, you want more to show wealth. Yet having wealth looks bad so you give it charity so you look selfless. But then it's just for self image. But then you are caring too much about this and that. Who cares. In the end. When your life ends, who are you? Look yourself in the eyes... I hope everyone reading this knows I am talking to myself... in a positive way... I guess. Unless you are one to judge. On Sex: I masturbated yesterday I felt elevated, mood fluctuated, fulfilled, then dismayed I saw the girl's beauty, lusted for her eyes Watching them on me, as I stripped away her virginity Then lust took over and I was back to being shy.

paper is sought till it burns away

Think clearly. What do you want in life. The blue house. The kitchen and backyard. The kids the wife, the pets. The friends over for beers, cigarettes, and mixed drinks. Still free styling over some old beat. Still pretending we can be something some day even when some day is just any other. Some day is another day, every day... one day. That's what we all say. Meet me at the top of the hill. I will meet u there, we all will. People dressed head to toe to fill the entire field with energy. Lights coming from the stars, the concert venue, the gaze of everyone's eyes piercing each other's. Shields lifted. Ah so I am a high class, socialized, school bred, American bs fed, white boy privileged, patronized, religion influenced, relatively happy individual. hmm. I wonder what people will make of that... Can I have an opinion? Probably not. I'll remain anonymous. I say I can't have an opinion because opinions were made worse by hypocrites, who tended to be the same types as me, that, well, went before me. So it goes. Notes: Joey Bada$$ says they don't get it, one day they will. Fck T ump. Implicit means implied means lack of control. Everyone has implicit prejudice. To what levels, how. Abstractions don't lead much of anywhere unless in art.

Sometimes all you need is a vibe, and the right mindset and mood.