Splitting The Halves

Breathing again.  Good to know that I can.  I’m on to some new shit y’all.  Yes, things have been changing a lot lately, expect and demand them to change more.  I need the vibes.  Movement will move so much faster if I have help.  I’m finishing the little that I have left here.  Figured out that the only way to truly move is to deal with the weights of others that are shackled around all of our necks.  Weights from many generations dead.  Remove all that and we can work on us.  Much love to all of you.  Much love.

Meade

Y’all waking up.  I know it.  You feel it.  Trust the tingle on the back of your brain.  Bring it center circle.  We’ve been living in the rubble.  All’s been quiet.  Let’s build.  Outward, not up.  Bridge, fill gaps.  Touch all.  All.  Get ready for the wave that Imma be ridin’ like Poseidon.  I don’t need no trident.  I’ve shed my blades.  No need for metal.  No need for weapons.  Ride the noise.  Get all in it.  Best of all, let it get all in you.  ALL in you.  Get ready for this next round.  Wash the blood out your mouth.  Clean up.  Get lookin’ good.  No need for sunday best, the churches ain’t there anymore.  We got it so loud there isn’t any sound anymore.  Pulse, pulse.  Beat, Beat.  This ain’t enough, I need more.  Yes, the lifeblood is flowing.

I’ve noted that in drinkmaking, it is a normal convention that “less is more.”  The notion that is commonly put forward is that less ingredients makes for a more superiour cocktail.  The problem I take with that concept is that of purity.  There is no such animal.  When you say “this drink only contains 4 ingredients,” you are indeed, full of shit sir.  Take a martini: gin, vermouth, orange bitters, ice.  Ok, lets break those down.  Gin: holy fucking moses is there a lot of ingredients in gin.  Name your alcohol base, because it can be anything.  Then lets look at the botanicals involved in gin: the list will never end.  Vermouth originally comes from the word wermut, meaning wormwood.  But, vermouth is a wine that has herbs added….a LOT of herbs.  You see where I’m going with this.  This is why many of my drinks contain 1/8th ounce measurements and even smaller sometimes.  Yes, I do work with more ingredients than most sometimes.  The reason for this being, I am smarter than most.  Being comfortable with more than four ingredients is not popular because most people are not that intelligent.  Simply put.  So when you’re working with 18 ingredients, take in mind the ale Entire Butt, which contains 14 different malts and 3 different hops.  As soon as you try it, you can taste ALL of them.  It is truly incredible.  Hold your drinks to the same esteem.

Fuck these mexican soap opera actors turned football players.  And no, that is not directed at Mexicans, just a reference to actors in Mexican soap operas, so untwist your panties.  New ruling children: in a football match, if you feign getting hurt, you get a pink card.  We’ll be able to tell if you’re faking, because we’re not retarded.  When a hockey or gridiron player is injured, they are carted off to the hospital, because they’re in a world of pain and disorientation.  You fucking pinkies roll around like your pubes are on fire and then immediately get right back up and play at full speed.  Note: if you do that, you will be issued a pink card.  What this means, is that you will be forced to change into a pink tutu, pink cletes, pink socks, and pink shinguards.  Also, the pink card will be stapled to your nipple.  You choose which one.  This way, we can implement a graphical filter on the pink wavelength for television broadcasts that void you out so we can actually focus on the match at hand.

Kill ‘em all.

God bless.

Man, there’s some hatred in that word.  Molester.  It’s something that you hear about on the news and in gripping TV shows.  It’s a word that is met with threats of torture and murder.

Wanna know a secret?

Really?

What’s more fun than fun?

What’s Super FUN?

All of  you are child molesters.  How could you be anything other than a child molester? You pay a stranger to take a knife to your child’s genitals. Let’s abstain from using cutesy accepted words like circumcision and let that sentence roll through you. This is a crime.

Feel dirty yet?

If the shoe fucking fits, it’s likely not yours.  Those are the sandals of the kind.  Find the ones that are too small and make your feet bleed.  Those are yours.

I’m gon’ hit you with that nigga. Nigger. Niggah.

Guess what. Words own you if you let them. Let words be a mirror to you. If it bothers you, just like the word fag or faggot or bigot or dyke, ask yourself why. Does it bother you because you care about what this person is saying about you? Or does it bother you because it’s holding up a mirror.

Roll with it.

Towin’ that line rockin dat rhyme. Fillin’ like that god that rules within you. Hittin you with that fat shit, that right shit. Rock wit me roll wit me sun. Hit’n it like it’s prop’uh like you own it not me. Why you so fat and you don’t know it. Hit it like it matters. Roll wit it like you want it playa. Refination is the name of the song and can you hit em like it matters. No, that ain’t a statement, it’s a STATEMENT. You know this shit if you feel it. Roll with that wearin’ designed, that fo’ shit, that not fo’ ro’ shit. You know what shit you wearin’ but you know you kneed me to tell you why. I AIN’T GIVING YOU SHIT. Come to the doorstep and rob me for it because that’s the only way you gonna get this shit. Roll with me son. Hit me like you need me and feed like you feel me nah (now). You know i’m the only one spi–in around this shit because what i spit is what that populous gets. Hit me wit it now. Roll wit it now. Yeah, this is a stall, because y’all need it. Gotcha breath now? I know you ain’t. Imma fire on you and if you playin the game, you’ll step away and hit it where it matters.