this man can spit it

When I was young you couldn't tear me away from the stereo
And used to carry one with me everywhere I go
As I memorized the words I genuinely believed every line I heard
I thought that these men that I referred to
Was prophets of our time would never lie in verse
I can't begin to tell you how it hurt
As time went on some of them disguises burst
I always said if ever I get heard, if ever I am perched in an elevated place
High enough so this world can recognize my words
I would never turn and try to hide my face
And so I give it all as an author
Even if myself is all I have to offer
I don't exaggerate it, I would gladly be hated for what I am
And just stand and state it
And if you relate then you can take it
All human beings are the same when we're naked
We all living through the same insane trip
But we ain't it in alone if somebody stand up and say...



Thank you Brother Ali for constantly opening my mind
now could you please fly your albino self out to Oahu?

and that's what makes my life so fucking fantastic

i'm falling back in love with lilly allen
she speaks to me
"i am a weapon of massive consumption, well its not my fault, its how im programmed to function"

other things that speak to me as of now:
brother ali
slug
mika
koop
mgmt
jason mraz (always has, always will)
white denim
wine & bowties
fashiontoast
chains, links, silver, gold
black (coffee, clothes, shoes, men)
white
clouds
M.I.A.
long drives
neon
acerola berries
NYC
starting sentences with and, as if there was something that came before
salty hair
entourage
the north shore
summer vibes
the hangover
reconnections
memories
jason segel
red wine
laughing hard
thoughtful photography
social commentary art
statement pieces
late afternoon lighting
and so much more




deep breath
in...
out.
i'm finally feeling inspired again