Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Have You Gone Trippy?
Everybody does drugs.
There is no such thing as a bad word.
I don't lie to children.
I have to lie to adults. Self-defense. But a child poses no threat. There's no way I can rationalize lying to them.
A man once told me that it takes thousands of years for the images of the stars to get to our sky. What we are seeing is the delayed images of the stars. Because they're so far away, the light takes years to travel to the receptors that we call eyes.
Now think.
The whole world is like that.
What you see is really just light bouncing off of an object. The light takes time to bounce off that object and travel to your own receptors. Sure that time may be infinitesimal, but it still takes time.
At the same time, there are millions of reactions occurring around us ALL the time. No one thing is the same as it was. Ever. Look at yourself in the mirror.. Then look again. You are looking at two different people.
You understand what this means?
We are always looking in the past. Everything we see has already happened. We're just receiving it as we see it.
There is no present. There is only past and future.
Act accordingly.
Love
Hey. You.
Read Closely.
Gideon Wildflower
I'm a Genius.
Read Closely.
Love,
Blac Garner
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Dear reader,
Listen to him.
Sincerely Mine,
Gideon Wildflower
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
A Conversation
A Conversation
By: Gideon Wildflower
A: There you go again.. Making the same old dumb ass mistakes..
B: Not the time old man, not the time nor the place..
A: chuckles You young niggers kill me, always looking for perfection. Let me tell you something, you stupid motherfucker, you gon’ fuck around and fuck up “alright” looking for “ideal”.
B: What? What the fuck are you talking about?
A: You wanna know why I married my wife? You wanna know why I’m still married?
B: No.
A: I married my wife because I settled down. And you know what settling down is? It’s settling nigger. It’s fucking settling. I’m still married because I’m a settled nigger.
B: No. What you are is a sad excuse for a nigger. That’s what you are.
A: Then do better.
B: I will.
A: Don’t look like it.
B: Fuck you.
A: laughs
B: I just… I just don’t understand why the bitch can’t see what’s right in front of both of our faces.
A: She can.
B: So why can’t we talk about it?
A: You think my wife is perfect?
B: I know your wife ain’t perfect.
A: You damn right, little nigger. So you want to know what I do when she shows how unbalanced she is?
B: looks away … Balance.
A: That’s right. You wanna know what I do?
B: What?
A: I run. I run and hide. And I make sure I stay hidden.
B: Where do you hide?
A: Only one place to hide.
B: In your…
A: That’s right. In your head. And don’t get me wrong! I love my wife. Bitch’ll sure make a nigger feel good. But that’s where I stay. In my head.
B: But how can I be close to her? How can we have a partnership if I can’t say what’s on my mind? You don’t hide from the people you’re close to..
A: Those are the people you hide from the most! You hide from everyone. Either they’re incapable of understanding or they just plain don’t want to. -thoughtful look- Damn… that bout sounds like the same thing don’t it?
B: Shit bout makes me want to cry.
A: laughs I’ll admit, sometimes running gets hard. Some people have the tendency towards inclination. Like you and me. We cut from the same cloth boy. We both look up. All the time. But you can’t deal with what’s up there. What’s up there is all in your head. You down here in the funk, in the stink and decay of everyone else’s fear, and you have to run.
B: I wasn’t made for all this running.
A: And nobody knows it better than me. See, we’re one and the same. But I’ll tell you what you were made for.. you were made to survive. And you know how you gon’ survive?
B: ….
A: C’mon. Say it.
B: -mutters- Running.
A: Damn straight!
B: Why the fuck should I listen to you, huh? Why should I follow your advice? Look at where you at!
A: Naw boy. Look at where you’re going.
Silence
A: See that. You gon’ let your ideals kill you.
B: I just want to keep my integrity.
A: -scoffs- Nigger, don’t you know that’s the first thing they take? Do you even know what integrity is?
B: Standing behind what you say.
A: Damn straight. Now how can a nigger stand behind what he says when all he knows are lies.
B: I’m trying to learn the truth.
A: You can try all you want to! You can try until your knuckles bleed from the effort! You can try until your eyes roll back into your skull and it won’t mean a damn thing! Because you’ll be one. Dead. Nigger.
B: What?
A: See that, that’s the trick. They killed integrity by killing everyone who has it. They see it like a disease that needs to be eradicated. It’s because niggers with integrity can’t be controlled. Niggers with the truth own themselves. They’ve even made it so that other niggers don’t like a nigger who owns himself. Cause all a nigger who owns himself does when he walks into a room is remind every other nigger in there that they’re enslaved. And if it’s one thing slaves can’t do.. it’s think about their enslavement. Because man is meant to be free. To own himself!
B: How can you know that? How can you possibly know that and still be who you are?
A: Because I want to live.
B: This shit ain’t living.
A: And it damn sure ain’t death… But you wanna know something?
B: What’s that?
A: I ask myself the same question all the time. Sometimes I can’t bear the sight of my face in the mirror. And you know what I do when it gets like that?
B: What?
A: I think about you.
B: Pssh.
A: Shut the fuck up. I think about you and how you can even exist in a world like this. Cause see here right now little nigger, this world ain’t meant for you.. and you are this world’s only hope.
B: You talk all that good shit. And then tell me to run.
A: Because I want you to live. I want you to choose your battles wisely. Because there’s a whole lot out there to be fought and not too many motherfuckers like us, not too many fighters..
Silence
B: I understand. It’s just hard, you know?
A: Hell yeah it is. You’re gonna want to connect. Every inkling in you screams for it. But you’ve got to fight that shit. You want love, trust, and mutual respect? That kind of relationship can only exist in you! You gotta learn to hide from the people you’re closest to. They are the most dangerous. Cause they all got the same intent but the ones who are closer… the ones who are closer have the means to get the job done.
B: Yeah.
A: laughs I’ma tell you something though. I ain’t never been no religious man. Wanna know why?
B: Why?
A: Cause if there is a hell… I can’t imagine it being much worse than this. No sir.
A pulls out two beers. Hands one to B.
A: Here, have a beer with me.
They both open and drink, in deep thought.
A: laughs “I love you and one day I’ll want to fuck someone else” .. Ha! I can’t believe you said that shit to her.
B: It’s the truth.
A: That ain’t got a damn thing to do with anything.
FIN
Saturday, January 1, 2011
A Lyrical Thrust Into The (Blac)est Heart of Modern Darkness: The MixTape
Ladies and gentleman,After an unavoidable attack, of which I am the undisputed victor, I present...
brought to you by the free and enslaved personas of myself,
Mr. Blac Garner
Either click the title above or feel free to download Here.
Or if you're into the whole datpiff thingie and want to listen without downloading,
here's the datpiff link. Here.
TrackList
1. Welcome Home Kiddies
2. High Ya!
3. Highs are Low
4. Top Hats & Heels
5. InterMuse-- HipHop
6. Zombies
7. Drop (Freestyle)
8. InterMuse-- Night Falls & Star Child
9. Untitled II: A Pink Sunset
10. The Epic Battle Between Fear & Love
11. Da Art of Storytellin', Pt. 5
12. Not Alone
13. The DropOut's Last Symphony
14. Sunshine of the Spotless Rhymes
15. Nostrand: The Tale of Billy Blac
16. The Ants Below
17. Ain't No Sunshine: Futuristic Presence
18. Outer Space
My hands are literally shaking, I'm so excited.
If you like it, tell everyone.
If you like it, tell everyone.
Your mother, your father, that annoying kid you see on the bus everyday, the guy you buy coffee from who obviously hates his job, EVERYONE.
Tell them about this.
It's almost fucking magical.
You're Welcome.
Sincerely Mine,
Blac Garner
PS- Youtube page! http://www.youtube.com/ManResearchMusic
Friday, December 31, 2010
The Tragic Beginning of "A Lyrical Thrust Into The (Blac)est Heart of Modern Darkness: The MixTape"
My dear esteemed colleagues,
It is with the utmost regret that I sit here typing this on the eve of a new dawn. Things are exploding all around me and it's making my head hurt and my hands shake. I sincerely hope Blac Garner gets his art back without being killed in the process..
But perhaps I shall start this story from the beginning.
It seems that, because of his lack of experience, Blac Garner has had to trust too many people with his project, "A Lyrical Thrust Into The (Blac)est Heart of Modern Darkness: The Mixtape". I believe he has referred to said people as his "many midget minions of Man Research." They have helped him do what he could not on his own. Developing the laboratories of Man Research, mixing and mastering his sound, tweaking the music so that it gives the eardrums a most delectable twang. This freed Blac up to do what he does best.
Create.
And now it seems that, in this final hour of creation, some of the minions, in an effort to perhaps glean more money from the already desperately broke musician's pockets, have stolen the 18 mp3s to "A Lyrical Thrust Into The (Blac)est Heart of Modern Darkness: The Mixtape"!
We should have kept back-up files.
Crazies and gentlewomen, the factory above my head has been turned into a warzone as our Hero battles with the forces of gluttony and selfish pride to retrieve his artwork in time. This battle has quite literally split Man Research into two sides.
The Have-Nots and the Want-Mores.
Goddamnit!...
I'm sorry. It just breaks my fucking heart to have to even tell this story. But it must be done.
Blac Garner was only given the mastered .m4a formatted tracks, with the promise that the mp3s were to come shortly. He has been so busy working on his next project, trusting his minions to successfully carry out their work, that he has neglected to stay on top of them. Granted, he shouldn't have to. A job is a job, especially when money is involved. Perhaps these crooked Want-Mores are so terribly evil because I understand there is a part of them that lives in all of us.
But I digress. I was starting to ramble. And I must finish this before the power goes out.
There is a war going on upstairs. Hopefully Blac Garner can get his mixtape back so that you all will be able to hear it shortly.
Now I will busy myself with the disappointing task of making sure that even if he loses this battle, his story is told.
I am not a man of God. I'd much rather be a man of Me. But in this instance, I will pray on it.
With new fears and new tears in the New Years,
Gideon C. Wildflower
PS-
I have the m4a files. I am unable to upload them to a file sharing site as they are not mp3s or wav files. But I will email them to anyone who responds to this post with their email. Maybe you all can help this man's voice be heard. Thank you in advance. I love all of you.
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