SMD!

•April 3, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Untitled1SMD Biaaachhh!

That’s just how I feel, yes, meant as the most primitive insult, from the gut. You want to project negative energy at me. In return I project my dick! The whole setup is to make you a b*tch in the game, I been saying it forever! You mentally enslave them and own they’re energy, make them battery packs yo! I think to myself, they don’t really want war, but my gut tells me all they can understand is uncivilized sh*t, no problem. I do it when I am being stared down, I project my life force energy back at them, it’s no way i’m going to turn down haters!. You don’t have to even direct your attention at them, just beam out your testicular fortitude at them hoes! The visceral reaction to being in the presence of greatness is what? Hatred. I don’t see why , I have only admiration for others, bless-up ! I think there is abundance for the willing. Like I said , for “the willing”. You want me to NOT know myself. That I was born a champion and that the game is of control of the ignorant sheep. F*** out of here yo, suck my DICK ! SALUTE
– ST

We’re Here cuz…

•March 10, 2015 • Leave a Comment

WATERIST-NOW

Forces . Bring Forth The Storm

•February 20, 2015 • Leave a Comment

 

SALUTE

– ST

 

 

Creating Fires ( Some make it rain , we bring heat ) …

•February 13, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I go into a mode, I implode. I give license, I bestow,  that’s what um here for. As a bee for pollination. One  of these days I’ll video it. How I stoke & turn-up the environ’s i’m in, but it’s not “me”, but the spirit moving through me . I learned that movement is the magical elixir #catharsis-mode . Action is superior to inaction said Krishna to Arjuna in the GITA an epic battle of the heavens, I agree. Or rather it is, I or no I .  The fire in me is that of revolt to social conditioning – the caste . Expressing the energy which is the creative force of the universe and sh*t . I speak only of movement and of action, that is the only thing real, we say but what do we do. Be not had by the contrary words that form around you . Actions speak louder than words my kin – stoke sh*t  ALREDY ! SALUTE

  • ST

Force of Nature part 2 !

•February 13, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Today I’m peaked,  #murkathon, to the point to where I feel electrified. Suddenly who should magically appear as I round the corner of the track headed to the bars but  THEE – Force of Nature, RUNNING, she was. RUNNING to meet me says my ego brain-computer, she must have seen me before I saw her through the fence of the track , now she’s  “walk-running” in my direction from the parking lot tho, binary stars I say!

I go, hey, no running on the grass ( or some sh*t) . She scoffs then smiles, she then asks me where I’m coming from, I say, Africa. Yes I say Africa, don’t ask me why it was spontaneous, maybe because she reminds me of Africa, in the realest sense, pure and uncut . Spitting from the survival scrolls son! As she passes by I’m like F this I’m going all the way in. I ask her where she’s going. Africa,  she pauses then  spits back like it was the obvious answer . Africa I reply, it’s right here with my arms outstretched – being spontaneous  again . She got game ,as she prances off the other way. I head over to the pull-up bars and she doubles back with a friend ( perhaps who she was running to meet in the first place ). Puzzled now I couldn’t think of what else to say – wits end and they stroll by . The plot thickens, I don’t know what I’m liable to say, but I’m on the case, no pressure! SALUTE

  • ST

THE DANCER ( Force of Nature ) …

•February 12, 2015 • Leave a Comment


  • That day, I saw her spinning  like a flower on fire and was hit! Force of nature I named  her then on. A force of nature for sure , you should have seen! I pictured her hurling storms in her wake ,  and like binary stars we are. Last time  random AF she’s in my neighborhood WTF so unexpected I couldn’t say sh*t ! We parted ways and both looked back at each other from afar ( sappy movie sh*t, I know ) . I couldn’t think of what to say, but rather than being stung by disappointment I reveled in the chaos. How often is, to think of a thing and feel your heart foment. And to be prideless in the matter to say.  I want to consume her in a sense, to take her ( willingly of course ) . Rather than to say to her things I can only ask her will she be mine yes or no, no fancy sh*t. And no matter her reply I can finally get some rest! SALUTE

– ST

BLACKNESS

•February 12, 2015 • Leave a Comment

BLACKNESS

I stared deeply upon the darkness and was  illuminated , or rather enblackened  . I have been the  nearest to the real in the dark, utter black, SPACE. For a spell, I cherish it’s remembrance . And now I am consumed by the color black. I see in the spectrum of black I don . In repose I see the mockery of color. The bland feign colorful, have they ever stared into the darkness whole, and been riveted-consumed. Fear of the dark! SALUTE

– ST

 
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