i'm listening to a tribe called quest. still fucking brilliant. its ispiring me to the core. they have a way with words ive never heard out of anyone. i'm downloading the pharcyde discography too. maybe q tip later. feeling like i'm resurrecting myself. i started smoking cigarettes again. not alot. but i have 2 packs of canadian cigarettes i want to smoke and i feel really guilty over it. but, i know what i'm doing. i decided to be honest about it cause yeah, why not be obvious about something. its kinda metaphorical to my life i guess. all this music brings back alot of good stuff and other stuff. but i embrace it. its the truth. my movement - the truth and experiencing reality in all of its shady layers of truth.
"whats an mc if he doesnt have stammer?" - a tribe called quest "what?"
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