Chea this was fuckin' good man...I thought I fed this and yeah, cocaine is a hell of a drug lol, I remember readin' it though..but whichever what way it's my loss for not gettin' at this sooner.There was a joint you did with Wise a while back (before netcees couldn't afford to have the dot com at the end of the addy) that I wasn't feelin', well haven't times changed...it's like you've really come into your own now, discovered your ability and dropped a bomb on us with this, your wordin' has really improved...not sayin' it was shit but sometimes your word usage had me scratchin' my head alot thinkin' am I missin' sumthin' or am I that dense to understand it...this is an impressive write up my friend and you've come leaps and bounds like Certain said, your one of my favourites to read now and I encourage you to submit way more than you do fa real...you have an unusual/awkward style which is very original and when you let shit rip it turns out extremely dope Split.
Here's what I liked,
you said photographs were the purest art-
to capture untethered human emotive conviction,
and showed me restaurant scenes- 'open incisions'-
The photographer, ensconced in oceans of pixels,
is the purity seeked. Motion is fixed for his or her Copernican leap.
But the viewer's de jure devotion is decomposure of scene-
^^Great imagery.
The glassy tablet a megaphone. Rosetta Stone Air.
twenty characters to echo- rote silken robe for networking flairs.
captioning stalactites to adjective life- its amenities bare,
translating pictures to blurbs with maddening slight-
^^Dope.
she joked I was haunted by ghosts. American slew.
Engorged in oblivion. Kerouac. Whitman. Bloo Q. Kazoo.
Morrison's indian. Cobain, sky a typeset cobaltic,
cloud-cover stardust in bloom, reining in acidic cathodics,
Sitting cathartic. Carcinogen fumes we could puff.
Aware that my tonal grasp was approximately, too not enough.
^^Tightness.
Thought you closed it out brilliantly also, loved it...loved the whole thing fam.
Stay upwards.
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