Aww! We had guests over today! Had a good time. It's night! Let's cook some good rhyme. (OK!)

0:10

I grew up! Guess I'm a man right now!
What can I say? Jam Bow Wow!
If you've never tried a pot of Jambalaya you better!
I'm the new Jamiroquai and I can't stand sweaters!

What did the Mayans think of the Aztecs? They didn't.
Till they came in and ate their abdomens and killed 'em.
Meanwhile the Inca took over the lands building,
Providing for everyone, even though they were Indians.

I'm not derogatory. I mean in the US of A:
They clashed and killed each other's kids instead - but that's another story!
Been reading up on facets and facts of history
Taking the scenic route: the back path of misery

So many lands saw so much bloodshed
They mummified their kids if they showed up just dead
Severed each other's heads and put 'em on sharp sticks
And apparently appreciated jokes and quick wits

And the Aztecs had great flower gardens...
And the Inca were so great at farming...
In the jungle they dwelled for thousands of years and more
Then came the Conquistadors! Oh SHIT!

With disease! And they did as they pleased!
They documented their scriptures - then burned whole libraries!
In Australia, do you know the Aboriginalese?
They were cool too, till the colonies shipped all prison peeps

Over there and so the show is over, they go in fear
Anybody who lives in sync with nature: show no care!
It's the same thing now: anyone who's but a farmer
Can never hope to hold a throne or bone no Ava Gardner

People of the land stand up, hands up!
You're providing for us all! And what is the reward?
Long days and endless chores, and poisons and pesticides
Just to keep up with the tribe, so we eat and stay alive

Nutrition in the soil depletes and we get roided sheep
And toy with seeds with built-in pesticide resistance - point at Monsanto
Then Bayer who took over their conglomerate and flavor
See them don't be a stranger! Quick middle finger waver!

Uh! Jam Bow Wow!
We own this land right now!
Tell the man to stand down and count
Himself out! We've got this.

Read on...

AKA Past Halfway, Still Grindin', The Halfway Point...

Aw yeah! We're half the way! Still going! Every day, EVERY DAY! A JOINT (as in musical arrangement and collaboration) for the halfway point!

larrynachos, Cyberdevil...

0:22

Still grindin' despite a 9-5 or a double!
I'd be in trouble if they could ban you for stubble!
Running on fumes! Struggling some days to come up with new tunes!
It gets easier though when you've something you can groove to!

I've something to prove too, anew this year!
That I can still do this everyday till the ghouls all clear!
Till the seasonal party, when people dress up as Barbie
Or something dually disheartening from a true nightmare

I'll keep spitting some flames! Or these fumes you hear?
If I'm just gassed up, then I'll be gassing you like parents
Or like peers, who seek validation with all their praise
Looking to get it back, but instead just end up replaced

I'm not saying be a Yes-man but if you try to be nice
Around the wrong kind of guys, you get bashed and buried in wet sand
Benevolence is threatning... for those with too big an ego
Don't second-guess it, insecurity's the exit

I'm all over the place! What do I mean?
I mean nobody's just bashing others just to be mean
Nor for schemes or ulterior motives, they're just a trife state-
Irate at the world opressor, who needs to find faith

In something... be that in a diety or themselves
Only if we're in tune with our demons can we be well
And make a world where people step free of their bitter shell
Get rid us of this hell, help others and help... ourselves

1:30

Oh yes I'm grindin' for a new world! One where nobody is too sure!
One where we all know our bias! And look to other guys when we go through trials!
Seek wisdom and encouragement and patience! In anything problematic! Like how to rule a nation!
And in innovating and making things better! Not to capitalize on profits, but to invest together!

To make use of the resources we have in the best way! Unlike Nestle!
Or Unilever or any of the other corporate vestiges just looking for their next pay!
We need a huge change, and I'm not sure we'll all find it in music, some people are psychopaths too
But if some of us change the world for but a few, a few can change the world for others... and others too

It's that butterfly effect! Get that butter, get that bread!
Fly until the month is over, maybe then I've buffered some heads!
Toughen up and get that check! What kind of mindset is that?
Fifty hour days on ships, it'll get you to a wreck

They've been cracking on my back, they've been pulling on my neck
I try to set others straight, but I'm still a crooked mess
Books they help, self-improvement videos and meditations land
Like a Jumbo Jet, on my pituitary gland

Make me smarter make me stronger oh my!
Makes me live longer than the wrong guys!
All the leaders who want to carry on with the wrongs!
Who don't have a creative bone in their body! Who never listen to songs...

Who're so stuck in political trenches!
They can't see the people through their thick iron fences!
And the crowds on the bleachers can't see people on the benches!
We focus on traunches, but ranches are these raunchiest!

Fuck this kind of life. You get nothing out of a strife -
That gives you nothing inside. No sense of accomplishment. No Zen no smile.
If it gives nothing then huff and puff and blow the system.
Halfway point. Pole position.

Let's go...

Read on...

larrynachos dared me to rap to this...
So I grab my scrapbook, ready to spaz
I crane my neck, perplexed like a giraffe
And aim to get, into some kind of mindstate...

That allows me to open doors no human has before!
To tread on floors lined with the corpses of omnivores - like me!
Imploring the deities to not strike me down, it's haunting
Waltzing through halls with ceilings that rise with sound

And the ground's illuminated by critters
With glowing eyes and with glitter
On their backs, disfigured, seeping through the cracks of commitment
Bitter they quit quick, yet live around to belittle

I've been around the realm of the dead and living
I've walked between, the qualm and the jitters and feeling serene
Seen the machine that spews out this smoke, and tells me NO!
Do not stir no thought-provoking sense in those who do not understand!

Uphand me now and I'll be the better man!
Won't let these sands of time sweep over my folly
Melancholy only when I wake, irateness forming
Content when I put my pen down, my brain storming till it...

Gets me through the storm and I attain some state of peace
When I've rained the rain I had to rain, put my system at ease
Pushed gall out into my gut, my bloodstream full of chummed meat
I'm growing fruity like a plum seed, free to jump and feel

Glum and funky! Still a punk, but now one with nunchucks
Telling everyone around me society sucks like a punchdrunk parasite
And if you don't realize this till you're half through life you won't believe me
Try to keep appearances up and keep things easy

Have you been watching TV again, or have you been mourning?
The loss of your favorite donut shop? I've a bone to pop
With anyone who feels like cash and career makes them a central figure
Discomfort's our benefactor, pain just makes us bigger

PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!
Pain just makes us bigger! PAIN!
Pain just makes us bigger! PAIN!
PAIN!!!

...

But it will be the bane of me...
It drives me insane I flee...

I grab my scrapbook, ready to spaz
Crane my neck, perplexed like a giraffe
And aim to get! Into some kind of mindstate...

...

I find my pen again.
Write something for a friend again.
Inktober. Is it ending - when?
It's never. Over.

AKA Breath of Life, Blow of Life, Life Of Blow, So Nice...

Father-of-Death time!

Because it's autumn, and the leaves are falling, and the sweet orange days wane away...

So let's keep on applauding the beat, being audibly leet, when we wake up daily
@larrynachos still accompanying me, despite bonker decree, stay strong though they leave
Or whatever goes zonk in your life, whatever windows open or close in the strange breeze
Life blows on us daily. Life blows us daily though, there's no escaping it

That doesn't need to be a bad thing! Everybody walking around with leaf blowers like mad man
A life-blower though, can you imagine? It doesn't suck your soul, it throws a hope and hand in
To your body like an extracation, of the life-blower mechanism, like a magnesium tablet
Relax, like a tadpole blob, and give it your all cause that's all you've got

Whether you want to do a waltz or a rhumba or not, this groove don't stop!
It's too hard knock this deus ex machina of life but we do have plot
And spot plotholes in the open world like we spot a grotto in a cove
I dove to the bottom of the ocean to find me a pearl, but I wouldn't sell my soul for it

Train breath control! Take Wim Hoff steps to win and huff out like pest control
Rest wholly when in bed and dream big with extra mozarella and oregano
The world's still incredible, see pictures of the wildlife it's almost ineffable
Wonderfully whacky beasts we couldn't imagine ourselves... and they're edible!

As long as you have a head just go! Don't stop, for noone or no one!
I know one rule to live by, and that's: we shall overcome! We shall overcompensate!
For the losses mate. Not make a zero sum game with the minus plus one
Minus one? Plus two then some! Till it's somewhere over 9000...

I'll douse the world in my mind, cause I really want to keep trying.

Breath of life...