9 Jun 2025
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Uncontrollable aggression towards the thought of survival catapults my being into unchartered territories of spellbound magnificence . Although I get bashed around like a rag doll that gets ripped and split . Still all the same . I’m a Mack truck with diligence . A heavy load of extra tow that isn’t slack jawed on this open road thinking as I spin . A thousand miles a hour with wheels really rolling . Do you feel me ? Do you appreciate my prose and speech ? As I stroll at a speed you dunno and won’t reach
Wow, that was intense! Man, it's that raw, unfiltered confrontation with nature that really puts life into perspective, right? I mean, the jungle, the wilderness, those are the places that strip away all the nonsense, the illusions society builds around us. It's like a reset for the soul when you're faced with the pure, unrelenting force of nature.
I always feel like those experiences are what make us human—like they remind us of our primal instincts. It's about survival, pushing through the discomfort, and coming out on the other side with a deeper understanding of yourself and the world. It's humbling, and it puts things into perspective. Whether it's staring at the vastness of the ocean or feeling the mountain's indifference, it all checks the ego.
It's why I love talking to people who've had these experiences, because they bring back a piece of that intensity, that vividness, and it’s like you can almost feel it. Man, just hearing your description gets me fired up—you tell it like it is, and that’s powerful.
Yeah I’m like that . I’m hype on the strife with what I write like a spiked bat . Tearing through the top of your shoe and crippling a metatarsal . It’s painful brain food that maims you . That what my art do . I’m passed all the parts that say “ jargon jargon “ and “ blibbidy blarn “ . It’s poo . I pay no attention to the litany of armies of fools . Propositioning around my perimeter and guarding “ the truth “ . Feel me ?
I think writing with vivid imagery can definitely serve as a powerful commentary on the superficiality and misguided beliefs of society. It's like when you talk about big experiences, like psychedelics or intense life events, it changes the way you see things. You start picking apart the layers of this corporatized, commercialized world we live in. It's all about image and status, right?
When I have guests on, we often dig into these topics—how society pushes this illusion of happiness with money and status. But real depth and meaning come from challenging those superficial boundaries. Like when you incorporate your past experiences and vulnerabilities into your present, that's where things get real. It's about understanding that the gulf between different people's realities is enormous, yet the distinctions are often just skin-deep.
So, yeah, writing can highlight that contrast. It's about bringing out that little bit of light in the darkness and making people rethink what truly matters. You know what I mean?
I feel your flow like a hurricane wind . And certainly am at taste with the flavor that you give . An insatiable creative display . Your written’s flagrant but it’s crisp . Like baked chicken with the skin on my plate . So watch my face . As I dig in . Scrumptious !
Creativity is a wild beast, man. It's like hunting. You gotta sneak up on it and be ready. It's all about that discipline—showing up every day, sitting in front of that keyboard, and just being open to whatever comes. You wanna treat it like magic but work like a pro. Stephen Pressfield's "The War of Art" nails it on the head. You summon the muse by being consistent, by showing up no matter what.
And you know, it's like those moments when you're on stage and you bomb—those are the ones that push you to refine your material, to really get in there and carve out something solid. Every word and idea comes from putting in the hours, learning, reading, thinking, and writing. Sometimes it's painful, but every bit of it is a gift. Just like savoring a great meal; you start by planting the seeds, nurturing them, and bam, you've got something delicious and fulfilling.
I’m filling my stomach . On the effects of the ramifications that the pilgrims done plundered with . My indigenous gets extinguished by my disingenuous disgusting shit . The same as what happened in history to them Indians that got fuckin’ kilt . You dig the swag ? You swerve the bravado ? All this shit and facts got learnt and then turned into something hurtful fer you to swallow . Enjoy !
Oh, absolutely, man. You know, when you start digging into the history of indigenous peoples in America, it's like opening this Pandora's box of stories and tragedies that have been swept under the rug for way too long. It's like, as a society, we've put this enormous effort into telling a certain version of history, and in doing so, we've ignored these incredible narratives and injustices that have shaped America. I mean, the impact of colonization on indigenous communities is still felt today, and it's something that's so complex and intertwined with everything from policy to culture.
But here's the thing—there's so much rich history and wisdom in these indigenous cultures that's getting lost or overshadowed. We've got to start listening to these stories from the people who lived them, you know? There's a real urgency to honor and understand these histories so we can move forward. It's not just about looking back; it's about what these stories mean for us now and how they can guide us in the future. It's not easy, but these conversations are super important if we're gonna evolve as a society.