Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
right now, i am avoiding playing the album i want a to listen to over the work speakers because it is a hip hop album that heavily employs the word 'nigger' and there are two black women sitting upstairs. now, my enjoyment of hip hop is separated by multiple disconnects, but i think i have an honest appreciation for a genre of music i have little business being involved in. this discussion could go on for days, exploring the justifications and exoticisations i use in my enjoyment of the music. what i really want to know is, is where does not turning on a hip hop album that has racial slurs in it because youre a white kid and black folks around you know that you picked the music fall on the racial political matrix?
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
it seems that conscious observation of a world surrounding is just as important as the knowledge that one's brain and body parts and the brains and body parts of the people they love are conceived in doom when one is trying to write.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Xmas dulls the senses to a common denominator lower than the boughs of an underground hell tree. That is, a tree that grows upside down, underground into hell.
This Christmas, I'm apathetic and think everyone's an idiot for investing so much in a day during a season that's nothing but stress and unpleasantness. I guess that's probably just for me though, and I should revert back to anarchistic anger, because at least the awful shit to hate is scientifically observable.