February 28, 2024
Birds-of-paradise in the menagerie
A single death is a tragedy, but eggs make omelets
Statistics how he look at war casualties
Killing is one thing, what sticks is how casually
He comes bearing a sacrifice
I know him by the rose that’s in his hand
I’ve been listening to his advice
I hear the words, but I can’t understand
The moon mirage is shining
Through his veins, flows a fool’s gold flood
But, through the rose in his hand, flows blood
—Judee Sill, “The Archetypal Man”
I go to my love quietly, teardrops on our faces
Teardrops on my face, it’s like teardrops become waterfalls
By the time they reach my laces
My eyelids is like levees but my tear ducts is like glaciers
—Jay Electronica, “A.P.I.D.T.A.”
Thought a new dress make it better
I tried to work it away
But that just made me even sadder
I tried to keep myself busy
I ran around circles
Think I made myself dizzy
I slept it away, I sexed it away,
I read it away
Star ship got altitude
Compartments I divide the fuse
Spark it like a lighter do
Like apartment I’ma rise up
—LIFEOFTHOM, “SMOKE (feat. Fergie Baby)”
From up here the lakes is puddles
The land unfold brown and green, it’s a quiet puzzle
Before we take off, I call mom and say, “I love you”
Starstruck, I disregard love
That's why my guard's up
Dark year followed by a hard month
What a far lunge, scarred lung
—MIKE, “scarred lungs vol. 1 & 2”
Locked and loaded, I can see you lying through your teeth
Fingers on my soul, this is 23
Blood in the water, I was walking in my sleep
Blood on my father, I forgot another dream