I don’t even feel that in rap there is anything, vacuous painting by numbers. Perhapse I am the worst type , a critic or failed artist so I talk. Easy to talk but what have I done – who am I. I am gasping with urgency is what, there is still time – this is madness.  F**k this, watery plastic rap but still F** being a critic even the more so.  I pity the morose better to drive deeper into the earth and reveal new minerals already. SALUTE
– ST


~ by BE LIKE WATER on May 8, 2014.

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