kambaba

i’m smoking a spliff with z and drinking a hot honey matcha as it snow storms

slowly impressing often

don’t look back and kill it with acidity

you pity me cuz i was adopted

no way no how i’ll ever get used to this

so stoicism gets you through to it

mysticism scribbled from your past

i wish you would kneel, pray, and fast

nobody here

nobody here

no bodies here

are senses that connect to our senses

kambaba jasper

live at trans pecos

a frog jumps in a river

i want to be a river but i am a volcano

I am a volcano, dormant, hibernating

Taking on in silent rumination

Suddenly, the fire from the depths of hell

An inferno ascends

I am a cyst, finally expressing, pressing out the pus

Red, black, fire, smoke and lust

Molten rock destroying everything

Destroying everything

Destroying everything

Destroying everything

A path of blazing

one of my favorite things about music is the way repetition and attention can transformation my relationship to a song

this is one of my favorite songs ever

in my top 10 most listened to songs ever

and i just realized that there is a vocal layer throughout the song that is just a consistent whisper overdub of the lead vocal.

lovingly considerate

for inner child care but also i think it’s a since where my spirit can very directly be fed and tended to in ways that im able to be really present for in real time. the scalp tugging is grounding of gentle enough

so it allows for me to really feel another’s smile, breathing, my gratitude, their fingerprints. with no overwhelm or distraction