#youknowhowdatshitgo

[datdudeomar]

Runnin through the six wit my bros #youknowhowdatshitgo (at Como, Italy)

[queengreendown]

Third Shift Prose

I wrestle endlessly with the notion of futility. People are overstimulated and self-important, but in the end, we are still cosmic critters who perish like moths to the light. We bicker over our ideals to the point of bloodshed, and I find it hard to take us seriously as creators of the future. To me, people seem small against the tides, the magma, the suspension of rock through space. But despite how infinitesimal we really are, we a/effect each other on this human plane, and we influence that which is in reach of us--from seabed to tree branch, honeybee to sweetheart. Our damage and our miracles are communal. With this in mind, I am somewhat obligated to care about how we actually relate to each other and what my own contributions are.  It remains difficult to stay alert, to not be wrought with apathy--especially near an immense body of water or beneath a starry sky where I am put in my place like a fixture--feet like tree bark rooted in the land, eyes gazing at the edge of the world. Things just don’t seem as significant when we are engulfed by the wilderness, or, rather, when we relinquish our own wilderness and partake in the serenity of the rolling waves or the rolling earth tumbling around the sun. A child is told to use her words...when communicating desire. Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes there is no desire.

[journeefar]

When you turnt in da city by yourself

[thepensmith-blog]

Always good to get back in with my amigo @mr.garciawhatup aka que aka quepo swauve aka jordan belford aka mr.stock broker by day songwriter by night. #inthestudiowithmywoes #youknowhowdatshitgo #deetown #parkave #nyc #studio