I think it's a mistake where rap music is these days. It doesn't seem to be able to look out of the ghetto and that's ultimately unfortunate, because it defines our limitations.

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

this is her body this is her blood

The music aids the message, it's there to punctuate and abbreviate and shape the silence

I have offered myself to the inkwell of the wordsmith that I might be shaped into new terms of being.

Punk rock meditation, that's what keeps it going. That's how I let go, you know. It's exactly what I do, I blast it and run around crazy banging my head on the wall.

My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.