[Music]-Only Built for Cuban Linx Niggas

Let's take a diversion from the usual fare here and talk about one of my favorite albums ever.

Raekwon and Ghostface, arguably the greatest tandem in the history of rap music, take you through a crime epic, the "mafioso"rap album to end all others.
It's not the typical hyperviolent, kill every man standing ever tripe. Cuban Linx is gritty, detailed. The pictures painted are vivid, the rhymes sharp. The various capers described don't feel forced or contrived. It's beautiful poetry, with out the annoying fluff and pomp.
And, as with all of the first round Wu Tang albums, the production(delivered by the legendary RZA) is epic. Nothing compares. The way the iconic boom bap sound is blended with the haunting samples is just...perfection. Nothing else to say here, just listen to the music.


"Julio Inglesias...getting cream like that nigga.."




Lawl at the Clarks dissertation.

Little pain

Love dwelled in that place from time to time, but it was largely drowned out by the anger. Anger prevailed because it was easier to yell and point fingers then to forgive and move on. There were periods were the strife grew so powerful it threatened to rip them apart. The lulls of love between the storms were enough to keep them together, at least for the moment. But she saw something over the horizon...paradise?

Enough semidepression

Here's a bit of something I wrote, maybe I'll finish it and it'll become published....!


In the depths of darkness, she heard a voice.
"Breathe."
An action so simple seemed so foreign to her, so complex. She attempted to draw air into her lungs, but there was none there. She felt the sharp pains of asphyxiation accumulating, along with panic.
"Not literally, dumbass. We went over this."
She opened her eyes, staring into a void. Air suddenly filled her lungs. She exhaled.
"I don't see my soul..." she said softly.
"You haven't brought it into reality yet. Draw it out of the void."
"Simple."
She held out her hand and made a fist, as if she were grabbing something. A small light appeared in front of her. She focused on it. Lights began appearing in the darkness, dotting like stars but eventually becoming a large glowing orb. She released her fist, letting her arm drop to her side.
"Good." said the voice. "Stay focused. If you screw up...eh. Let's not talk about that. Let's start compounding."
She drifted forward, entering the light. Within the orb was a mass of symbols that constantly shifted and changed, merging with each other and splitting away. Confusing to those uninitiated, but she understood what was happening.
"Slow it down." said the voice.
She closed her eyes, and imagined herself sitting amongst a garden of flowers in radiant sunlight. The symbols froze.
"Find your seal."
She drifted through the symbols, moving them aside until she found a heart shaped symbol. She grabbed it gently with both hands.
"Clear space."
The symbols all gathered around the wall of the orb, giving her a wide berth.
"Now..release it."
She let go of the seal.
"Careful."
"You're making me nervous."
"Sorry."
She breathed deeply, and as the air filled her lungs, her eyes matched the dull pink glow that emanated from the seal.
"Open."
The seal exploded. A rush of energy so intense it knocked her backwards. She screamed out in pain.
"Control it!"
The image of her amongst flowers came to mind, and the rush of energy began to lessen.
"That's it."
The energy still shifted around violently.
"Why is it still acting up?" she said to herself.
"You're still nervous. It's reflective of your current mindstate."
"Right..calm.."
The energy contorted into a sphere.
"Good," said the voice. "Get a component."
She held out a hand, prompting one of the symbols to quickly fly into her grasp. She released the energy, not nearly as intense as the energy from her seal, the coloration grey. She held the component over the seal energy and caused a thin thread to slowly extend from the component until it connected to the seal energy. The pink glow of the seal climbed up the thread onto the component and enveloped it whole. A heart appeared on the center of the component.
"It's connected now." said the voice.
"What now?"
"Come out of the dream, we'll see if you can tap into the component."

I'm quite content with this at the moment. Decent opener. 

Creative energy

It's fickle, writing. It seems to come and go with me, and the go's tend to last several times more then the come's. I understand that writing, or really, any sort of creative process, is difficult, and not meant to be banged out in reckless fashion, but fml, I shouldn't go weeks and weeks without being able to create some sort of quality work. It's frustrating. I chalk it up to a lack of focus, but it's the main thing I dwell on. It's prolly all in my head anyway. Let's move on.