To all my fellow artists, my peers, my friends, and people I admire,
I’m sitting here, live from #Naptown, looking at all the music I have created in the last couple months and really trippin…
As an artist, you will see far more obstacles than opportunities. Things will be placed in your way to stop you on purpose. Some people you think are in your corner will not stand by you when the going gets rough. People you love will tell you to quit, without understanding that you are speaking from your soul when you do whatever kinda art it is you do.
This is JUST LIFE for those who are truly ‘ARTISTS’ and using their life’s story to say something and leave SOME kinda legacy behind you when you pass. Yes, I suppose I am in the ‘music business’, but the business of music isn’t what made me write songs. We ain’t talking about the music business right now, we’re talking about ‘art’ and the motivation behind it.
I have something to say.
If you really believe you have something to say, whether you are saying it on canvases with paints, by scratching records back and forth, or by acting on a stage or screen, giving breath and life to someone’s words…don’t you EVER let anyone take your passion from you.
LIVE YOUR LIFE, PUT IT IN YOUR ART.
SOMEONE IS LISTENING…SOMEONE IS WATCHING. IT WILL AFFECT THEM IF YOUR HEART AND SOUL ARE IN IT.
Every part of your life can be used for inspiration, even the bad things. Use ‘em. I’ve had to get very real with life over the last few years. I’ve learned hard, hard, HARD lessons and the thing that kept me sane was being able to put it into art, to bleed it out, to use it to continue living MY LIFE, the real life that I’ve committed myself to living and talking about in my music. I can always get back to ‘me’ through music. It’s a blessing.
Just keep doing the things that you are passionate about, my fellow artists and anyone aspiring to be…Good luck with it all and may your Higher Power help you power through the hard times.
#SHRUGLIFE #TBM #NAPTOWN #ADK #LANON ADIYM
#ATFU #TheTinkerer #RARE
The Tinkerer went to Locals Only to listen to some of the miraculous findings of his fellow scientists. There were many colleagues there and many observers, all doing their part to make the world better. It was glorious.
These are some very rare shots of The Tinkerer with some colleagues in the field of science. In the top picture, you see him with @SonnyParadise7, who works with The Tinkerer on many experiments and does many great studies on his own within the bond of #ATFU.
The second picture features two gentlemen from a collective known as @FourSeeEnt. In fact, it is they who brought all these scientists and thinking people together for tonight’s festivities and conference. They have a great thing going. Yes, indeed.
The third picture is The Tinkerer with the lovely @alluringshrew, who has been one of the most supportive people in the field that The Tinkerer has had the pleasure of coming to know.
In the fourth picture, you can see The Tinkerer with his comrade, @greygranite, a forward thinker in the field. He also works in weaponry and is known to build Heavy Guns. Arm yourself by visiting Heavy Gun online.
As for the fifth picture, the glory and wonder of #LANON is represented by @dogvsraptor, as The Tinkerer cosigns. The Tinkerer is but one tweet away from ‘industrious fame’.
You will be able to see The Tinkerer and hear some of his findings next week in this very same sacred location. I am anxious to tell you of what I have discovered.
LOCALS ONLY - Saturday, Novemeber 19. Celebrate the 42nd Anniversary of Apollo 12 with us.
#ATFU, the moon is still ours.
#ATFU #TheMinion #YouReady?
Who’s trying to give y’all ANOTHER free EP to get you ready for ‘The Tinkerer’?
That guy in the picture…
‘The Minion’ will be here and there…tonight.
#ATFU #SHRUGLIFE #TBM #LANON #NAPTOWN DIY ADIYM
#ATFU the #BASEDRUSTY #TRACKLIST! #GETWELLJEEZY
YEP! the #BASEDRUSTY HAD TO STEP AWAY FROM THE MUSIC FOR A WHILE. I’VE BEEN PURSUING OTHER INTEREST AND CONTINUING TO SPREAD THE WORD OF CAILLOU AND #230COLORS THROUGHOUT THIS GLORIOUS WORLD.
I DIDN’T PRAY FOR JEEZY TO GET WELL TO HAVE HIM TWITPIC HANDWRITTEN TRACKLISTS TWO DAYS AFTER ANNOUNCING #TM103TOX WAS AGAIN GOING TO BE PUSHED BACK.
BUT IF HE WANTS TO SEE SOME REAL #SWAG, HERE’S MY TRACKLIST!!! AND ANOTHER COUPLE OF PIECES OF #RARE ART FOR YOU TO COLLECT AND ENJOY! #SWAG YOURSELF OUT! #SUITABLE FOR FRAMING.
THE ZIP WILL BE COMING SOON!! ALL THE #RARE #LIKECAILLOU #ATFU BASED FREESTYLES IN ONE COLLECTABLE ZIP FILE THAT YOU CAN HAVE AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS FOR ABSOLUTELY FREE!!! PREPARE YOURSELVES! IF YOU DON’T HAVE SPACE IN YOUR HARD DRIVE WHEN THIS DROPS, YOU MAY NEVER KNOW REAL JOY IN LIFE!
the #BASEDRUSTY WILL NEVER FORSAKE YOU.
#ATFU #SHRUGLIFE #TBM #LANON #NAPTOWN ADIYM
Listening to the final mixes (I hope, *crosses fingers*) and sequence tonight.
#ATFU #TheTinkerer #Snippets
I produced, wrote, recorded, and mixed down an album between the 9th of this month and the 16th.
This is my first self-produced project. I had no idea I was gonna create this album and I have no idea as to when it will come out, but it will…likely as a ‘name your price’ joint, just as @MrKinetik did ‘Sounds Of Soul’
I will also release some tracks here and there via this page and @ATFU_’s Tumblr.
‘The Tinkerer’. Coming soon. Stay tuned.
#ATFU #SHRUGLIFE #LANON #TBM #NAPTOWN ADIYM
#ATFU #BASEDRUSTY #LikeCaillou #24!! #FREEDOWNLOAD #RARE!
the #BASEDRUSTY WAS ALL SET TO #SWAG FOR YOU…AND HE DID, BUT HE HAD TO GIVE YOU SOME MORE CLUES FOR #THECAILLOUCODE…
U HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS VERY #RARE #HISTORICAL RECORDING!!! IT WILL HELP YOU AS YOU CONTINUE TO APPLY THE POWER OF CAILLOU TO YOUR LIFE!!
HIT THE PIC TO COLLECT #24, A VERY VERY #LEGENDARY #CLASSIC RECORDING I MADE JUST NOW AND UPLOADED SO YOU COULD HAVE IT!!!
YOU NEED TO COLLECT ALL the #BASEDRUSTY’S #RARE ART THAT IS ON THE INTERNET!! IT IS ALL IN MY ARCHIVE AND IS VERY #RARE!!!!
LISTEN TO WHAT the #BASEDRUSTY IS TEACHING YOU!!
#SWAG!! - the #BASEDRUSTY
DAMMIT… THIS. #TBM.
BAWNO IS PAID!
#ATFU #SHRUGLIFE #TBM #LANON #NAPTOWN ADIYM
#ATFU #LikeCaillou #BASEDRUSTY #23
the #BASEDRUSTY WANTED TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING VERY #RARE FOR THE WEEKEND, SO HERE IS SOME MORE #RARE #SWAG!!
the #BASEDRUSTY HAS SO MANY INFLUENCES and ARTISTS THAT HE ADMIRES. I DON’T KNOW EXACTLY WHO THIS WAS INSPIRED BY, BUT the #BASEDRUSTY LOVES TO RAP, SING AND LAYER VOCALS TO AMAZE AND ASTOUND YOU! YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT FROM the #BASEDRUSTY…
well…I mean, YOU KNOW I’M GONNA DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT…BUT THE SAME!!! #LEGENDARY!! #23!!!
HIT THE PIC TO DOWNLOAD THIS AMAZING #RARE #LEGENDARY PERFORMANCE…FOR FREE!!
the #BASEDRUSTY WILL KEEP GIVING YOU MORE CLUES FOR #THECAILLOUCODE!! CONTINUE COLLECTING THIS #RARE ART!!!!
#ATFU #SHRUGLIFE #TBM #LANON #NAPTOWN ADIYM
#Shruglife #ATFU #RustyWrites
This is Ruthie, my pal from merry ol’ England. I met her when she would come to Rockin’ Billy’s to get caught up on the latest hip-hop vinyl on behalf of her son, Ewan (that dude is a BAWSE; BRIGHTON UK HIP-HOP ADIYM) and we had lovely conversations from the jump. She’s just the coolest, man.
Every time Ruthie visits the States, which is about once a year, we get together, exchange music and get caught up. We usually will sit and have coffee and talk about the state of the world and our lives for an hour or two before this jet-setter has to get back to being the badass she is. I always look forward to these visits. When I get that call from an unknown and hear that accent in the ‘Hullo?’, I get geeked up, cuz I know my pal is in town.
Here’s yet another example of how hip-hop has introduced me to great people from all over the world and how it has given me a starting point for some incredible friendships.
Big-up my homegirl, Ruthie, my man, Ewan and his TWO daughters (WOW!) and everyone else that I’ve had the pleasure of calling a ‘friend’ behind the use of funky beats and real-life rhymin…
#SHRUGLIFE #TBM #LANON #ATFU #NAPTOWN ADIYM
(UPDATE!!! - Here’s a link to Ewan’s record-store online!!! Check it out, you WILL find something you dig…
#ATFU #THECAILLOUCODE #BASEDRUSTY #LINKSFORLEARNING!
the #BASEDRUSTY is a big fan of Andy Kaufman. In fact, this video was created by the #BASEDRUSTY before he even realized he was the #BASEDRUSTY!! ANDY KAUFMAN was a #RARE TALENT and #LEGENDARY performer that treaded a line between ‘performer’, ‘prankster’, and ‘provocateur’ that the #BASEDRUSTY finds very very #INSPIRATIONAL.
FOR ANDY, LIFE WAS ART AND ART WAS LIFE!! YOU NEVER KNEW WHAT YOU WERE GONNA GET WITH ANDY…SOMETIMES, EVEN WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE IN ON THE JOKE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
I’m sharing this with you because I feel like your knowing it will help you as you continue to understand #TheCaillouCode and what the #BASEDRUSTY is trying to tell you about this project, popular music of all kinds, and ART in general.
This is a video from @Mudkids, a #LEGENDARY Indianapolis hip-hop group that released five projects independently, toured with legendary acts and made many people very happy where the #BASEDRUSTY lives. You can delve more into the #RARE talents of the MUDKIDS on iTunes and Amazon, should you care to know a bit more of the #BASEDRUSTY’s roots.
All of the #RARE MUDKIDS albums are available where you buy digital music!!!
HERE IS THE MUDKIDS CHANNEL ON YOUTUBE!! YOU CAN SEE MORE OF THE #BASEDRUSTY’S GLORIOUS WORKS AS WE HEAD TOWARDS A BEAUTIFUL FUTURE IN THE WAY OF CAILLOU!! #230COLORS BITCH, #SWAG ME OUT!!
the #BASEDRUSTY CUT HIS TEETH MAKING THIS VIDEO CHANNEL BEFORE FULLY UNDERSTANDING HE WAS TO BECOME ‘RUSTY SCORSAYZEE’. I JUST WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH #SECRETE AND #RARE WORK the #BASEDRUSTY HAS ONLINE!!! AND THERE’S EVEN MORE!!!
AND I DIDN’T EVEN MENTION ALL THE ART!! I AM ‘THE FACTORY’!! I AM THE MACHINE!!
I AM the #BASEDRUSTY!!! LET ME SHOW YOU MORE!! #230COLORS. #LIKECAILLOU…
#ATFU #SHRUGLIFE #TBM #LANON #NAPTOWN ADIYM
(P.S. - fuck The Teletubbies)
#ATFU #LikeCaillou #21!! #RARE!! #VIDEO!! #FREEDOWNLOAD!
VERY VERY #CONTROVERSIAL #RARE #VULGAR #HISTORICAL RECORDING DEBUTED ON YOUTUBE!!
#SECRETE LINK TO DOWNLOAD THIS #HISTORICAL RECORDING SOMEWHERE IN THIS POST!!! YOU CAN FIND IT, I KNOW YOU CAN!!!
PLEASE VIEW MY VIDEO #ART FIRST TO HAVE A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF the #BASEDRUSTY. I HAD ‘RUSTY SCORSAYZEE’ COLLABORATE WITH the #BASEDRUSTY ON THIS VERY #RARE OCCASION AND THE VIDEO IS ALREADY VERY #CONTROVERSIAL!!!
LEARN AND COLLECT #RARE #BASEDRUSTY ART!!! SEND YOUR ART TO ME ON TWITTER!!! @RUSTYMK2
(P.S. IT HELPS IF IT OF ME OR MY LITTLE BROTHER CAILLOU…AND DON’T DRAW ME IN NO MATCHING CLOTHES AND THROW MY #SWAG OFF!!!
(P.S. - the #BASEDRUSTY DOES NOT SUPPORT THE USE OF ILLICIT DRUGS. THIS IS #RARE #CONTROVERSIAL #HISTORICAL ART!! YOU WILL FEEL HIGH WHEN YOU WATCH IT!! SO YOU DON’T NEED SYRUP!!! - the #BASEDRUSTY GOT YOU SEEING #230COLORS, BITCH!!! #SWAG ME OUT!!!!!)
(P.P.S. -HERE IS THE LINK!!! I TOLD YOU, YOU’D FIND IT!! the #BASEDRUSTY BELIEVES IN YOU TOO!!
#ATFU #NAPTOWN #SHRUGLIFE #TBM #LANON ADIYM
#Think #WADAPLU #UnreleasedMudkids
This song is written from the perspective of a woman who has had enough by a man who understands.
I can’t tell you what will happen with ‘We Are Dynamic And People LIke Us’ but I can tell you that we wrote great songs for it and one day, I hope you get to hear them all as we planned.
#ATFU #SHRUGLIFE #TBM #NAPTOWN #LANON ADIYM
‘Amy Winehouse Is Dead’ 7/23/11, 4:41 p.m.
Amy Winehouse is dead. Dead. Not coming back. No follow-up, no triumphant tour trumpeting her return, no big return on some BS award-show. Dead. Found that way in her crib. Gone. Muerte. Dead.
I just wanted to make sure you understood what happened. Now let’s talk a little bit about it.
This is a woman that had a cry for help marketed HEAVILY, pushed to radio HEAVILY, and the message that was thrust upon the kids that were listening was ‘Fuck rehab’. Not only was this cry for help marketed and promoted…it was CELEBRATED and REWARDED. Millions of records sold behind that single and five (5) Grammy’s, just like Lauryn Hill (yeah).
There IS no irony in this death. There IS no joke to make, though they write themselves and are obvious (and if you think they’re funny, fuck you). This is a tragedy that could’ve been avoided, but there’s no money in avoiding it. If a record-label has marketed you as a rebel soul, based on the fact that you say “Basically, I’mma take all the drugs I can find and you CAN’T send me to rehab.”, guess what? The label is gonna run with that image. Yes, they will…and they did.
And we all watched. It was so cute and kitschy to some… “Awww…listen to the junkie with the beehive sing about how she won’t go to rehab!”, then everybody sings along with the chorus, ‘No no no’. Then you realize you 11-year-old is singing along and THIS is on the RADIO and you go… “Hmm…?” or YOU SHOULD.
Of course, we all watched for this day. How many people didn’t have it in the back of their mind that this was how this would end? Let’s be serious; you’ve seen the pics and videos of her for the last three years. Shit, by the time she broke big, she was a junkie. HER BREAKOUT SINGLE WAS ABOUT BEING A JUNKIE. And we kept dancing…shit, some of our favorite rappers couldn’t WAIT to get on a remix. REALLY? REALLY? So, now you see that people really don’t give a damn what message they send to the kids as long as BDS spins are poppin. Sad AF.
We ALL did this. There was a cottage industry of paparazzi that watched her every move and couldn’t wait to see her all fucked up because they would be able to pay bills for two months with that picture. There’s an industry of tabloids, BS publications, and TV shows that couldn’t WAIT for Amy to fail rehab again the times she finally said “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”…and we kept watching, just as we would a car wreck or a house fire, from a distance and saying ‘Thank GOD that’s not me’.
Nah, it is us, though. It’s us, man. We are addicted to the tragedies of others. We are addicted to the glorification of ‘junkie cool’ and young death. The British music press is far worse about it; they LOOOOOOOOOVE to celebrate how fucked up someone is. (See the treatment of Shaun Ryder or Richey Edwards from Manic Street Preachers.) In America, we’ll watch you get all fucked up, but most people will ‘Tsk tsk tsk’ somewhere in there, even if under our breath. I stopped reading a lotta British music press because it seemed like the more fucked up you were, the more they covered you…in a glowing light. Here in America, we pretend that we wanna help so we can film you being all fucked up when you probably could use the time to yourself and some SERENITY instead of TV cameras and crews all in your face.
(Sidebar: FUCK Dr. Drew. He’s a fraud and a failure.)
Lemme tell you why this kinda stupid mentality bugs me so much.
I have had people very close to me and friends struggle and die from addiction. Some as close as one could be to me. When I realized that some of them were that far gone, it was so too late. There was just nothing I could do from this distance. Writing these types of blogs wouldn’t have helped because they were too fucked up to see them. Talking didn’t help because by the time I finally got to talk to them I was so happy that I actually was talking to them, I didn’t notice how fucked up they were, I was just happy they were there.
One of these people was my Father.
My Dad didn’t have the attention of the world and a catchy tune to help him. My Dad was not rewarded with trophies and accolades and he saved lives, EVERY WEEK.
My Dad was a firefighter and a paramedic. My Dad used hard drugs. My Dad pulled this off for twennysumn years, saving lives, pulling children outta burning houses, pushing on people’s chest to get their heart to beat again, driving the fire-truck or ambulance at breakneck speeds through Gary, Indiana to save someone’s life, house and belongings, or salvage whatever memories could be pulled from the ashes….and my Dad couldn’t save himself.
And I couldn’t save him. None of us could. I know his sisters and brother talked to him. I know they loved him soooo goddamn much. They NEVER stop telling me that about my Dad. They LOVE him. I LOVE him. And he’s gone, man. Dead.
That shit HURTS.
I can’t call A&E and plead with them to send someone to tell my Dad to stop. My Dad’s death wasn’t celebrated with thoughts of ‘Imma smoke this one for you.” We shouldn’t be entertained by addicts. We have to kick ass to help them, if we care. Period. Anyone who has been around one knows they’re still people and people have pride. I never once thought my Dad was doing as much as he was doing. He didn’t do that shit around me (or I didn’t see it). I knew my Dad chiefed a bit of reefer and sipped Henny here and there, but that was the extent of my knowledge. Addicts are sneaky and don’t wanna be found out. By the time they’re letting the world see how fucked up they are, they REALLY need help.
(Your ass better get proactive NOW if you just visualized or thought of someone close to you that reminds you of, because they need your help. Believe that.)
That’s why the idea of sitting here and watching how this Amy Winehouse thing went down has led me to rethink how I view TV. The messages sent on some shows about recovery, especially ‘Celebrity Rehab’, have nothing to do with ‘recovery’. Look at the name of the show, people. ‘Celebrity’ comes first. That’s ass-backwards, but that is America. “You were rich and famous before, now you’re all fucked up. Let us watch.” Rehab is a PERSONAL process, so the idea of filming it and broadcasting it to the world is fucking ridiculous. The idea of cameras in your room with night-vision while you’re lying there going through withdrawal symptoms probably doesn’t make the process any easier. When you’re in group therapy talking about whatever is was that happened to you that got you to this point, I would think keeping it in the group would be the move, not having the boom mic guy hit you on the top of the head with the mic while he’s making sure not to miss a word of you spilling your soul and trying to fix yourself.
Folks, I killed Amy Winehouse. I listened to that record. I even spun it a couple times because people requested it and when I got the remix with Jay, I played that too. I celebrated her massive cry for help as a ‘catchy tune’.
You killed Amy Winehouse. You requested that record. You went to her shows and talked about how great it was and when she got to the ‘No no no’ part, you threw your fist up and sang along. You laughed in my face when she won five Grammys for it (like those aren’t bought anyway) and told me I was stupid for refusing to play her record anymore.
The paparazzi killed Amy Winehouse. They stalked her and egged her on. They encouraged her be more fucked up and antagonized her when she was so the tabloids would get a cover shot of ‘AMY WINEHOUSE IN CRACK-FUELED RAGE!!!!!!!’; (‘90+ dead in Norway, see page 8’) Yeah, the paparazzi and the scumbag press that pays them so they can write 1500 word stories about a 100 word happening killed Amy Winehouse.
The label killed Amy Winehouse. Surely, you would think that people who had so much to gain from her music would encourage her to get better. I’m sure they did. There’s so much money to make from a great comeback. Everybody loves a happy ending. Then again…dead rockstars make a TON of money and every time a YouTube clip pops up of a concert fail or a pic of her gets up with ‘suspicious powder on her nose and strange scabs’, people go back and remember what WAS there. It’s GREAT free promotion. A fucked up pop-star is the best free marketing machine a label could ask for.
“Why do we need her to get better when people are still buying the last record? Everyone knows what they’re getting with her…and they still go to shows. The press hasn’t left her alone since the album came out. This is a self-cleaning oven that keeps making its own pies…for smashing into the owner’s face. Perfect. Stay fucked up. We don’t hafta hire producers, musicians, or engineers either. We don’t hafta spend ANY time or money on promotion. We STAY winning.”
The above five paragraphs (one for each Grammy) illustrate facts that are partially true. The next one is total truth.
Amy Winehouse killed Amy Winehouse. Her refusal to acknowledge her problem, in fact, telling you she was gonna do nothing about it led to her demise. It had nothing to do with us. We just watched.
…but we shouldn’t have been watching.
If someone you love has a problem, you gotta take action. That’s what I gather from all of this. I lived through these things to talk to you about them in songs and these essays for a reason, man.
Now get better if it’s you I’m talking about and help someone else if it ain’t. There is no shame in getting help and you don’t hafta broadcast it to the world. The world will know when you’re better. Trust me. I used to drink a lot, man. I was in the club fucked up. I never felt like an alcoholic, but I may have looked like one to some people.
I handled it…quietly at first, and once I felt secure in my new footing, I talked the walk. My broadcasting that to the world is by CHOICE. Five years, no beers. That’s my CHOICE to say that to you. No one is stalking me and making sure I stay on the wagon, I do it for me. I LIKE being awake in the club, man! (sorry, I needed a bit of levity for myself)
Well, don’t just sit there looking at the screen. Go do something…life is for living and 20sumn year-old’s ain’t supposed to die…when you can do something.
(P.S. I didn’t know what I was writing about when I started this, but I definitely know I wrote this in memory of my Father and wish Amy Winehouse’s soul more peace in rest than it had in life. God bless us all.
#PRAYFOREVERYBODY (c) @3CarryOnItems)
#SHRUGLIFE #TBM #ATFU #LANON #NAPTOWN ADIYM.
‘The Past; Horseshit And Manure’ (originally posted on Facebook, 7.14.11)
The past is horseshit.
Yup. The past is totally horseshit. Now, what you do with that horseshit is what makes the difference between a person trying to live and a person waiting to die. The past is the horseshit that you can use to make sure everyone hears how bad you think it smells out here or you can take it and throw it in the soil to further the growth of your garden, yuh dig?
I drove past my old house today. I hate that house. I hate everything about it. I had a grand total of about two good months in that place and I was there long enough for it to become a ‘home’. It sucks. I hate that house. The worst time of my life started in that house and ended in that house. I hate that place. HORSESHIT.
But I don’t live there, physically OR in my head…and I’m away from the people that made that house so very unlivable. And I gotta dope album (‘Lazarus’, it’s on iTunes) outta the horseshit I went through while I was there. MANURE.
I saw some folks I used to be close to today. They’ve totally changed. They weren’t that cool to begin with and now, they’re just clowns. Total clowns. There’s a reason they’re not in my life and I know it now; cuz they were never any good for me to begin with, completely unlike me, likely wanting to suck off whatever energies, resources, and connections they could from me, but they’re so uncool, no one wants to kick it with them, do business with them, or associate with them in even lightweight social situations. These are the dandelions in my garden. If you go out there and get all pissy with the dandelions and start kickin em around and stuff, all you do is make it worse. The seeds blow in the wind and settle somewhere else in the garden, so you got rid of the original issue, but in doing so, you multiplied the problem. HORSESHIT.
I saw some old friends of mine that I hadn’t seen in 10-15 years, one of whom I was very very close to. Got to meet the new families and catch up on old times. We ended up having very deep, thought-provoking discussions about the ‘dandelion people’ I referred to in the paragraph above and things were said to me by a friend I hadn’t seen in 15 years that very very closely paralleled things that I had been thinking and talking about earlier that day, like a mind meld. These are the tomato plants in my garden, these friends, these people, these words that I say and hear that make me realize that MANURE stinks, but it’s cool.
You can take the HORSESHIT for only so long and when you ain’t got no garden, it’s simply HORSESHIT. You gotta have a garden to get any use out of the ‘waste’ materials, otherwise, you step around it. You step over it. You do all you can to get away from the stench…but it’s like the aroma of coffee or the stench of death. You know damn well what that smell is and you know where it’s coming from. Ain’t no point in lookin at the bottom of your shoes…
I guess my point is without a garden to put the MANURE in, all you got is a bag of HORSESHIT. That HORSESHIT will continue to be there. It ain’t goin away, man. You can throw it in the garage and act like it ain’t there, but you’ll go to get the lawnmower and you’ll notice something stinks. Throw it in the basement, go do your laundry and wonder why your clothes still smell like HORSESHIT. It’s THERE.
It will always be there until you get it in your mind that it is MANURE and YOU NEED A GARDEN.
Now get your mind right and eat your veggies.
P.S. Click the pic…MANURE