I am grateful for: “New configuration, New riff and New Structure…”

The Roni Size Reprazent “Brown Paper Bag” (music audio Full Vocal Mix) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.
Roni Size Reprazent “Brown Paper Bag” LYRICS:
“Step to the rhythm made out of brown paper, sounds entering of a different nature,
Rhythms get greater, And the rhythms they get greater, Yes another rough-a-tough
Four for the chaser, New configuration, New riff and New Structure
Built on the frame that’ll hold the room puncture, Tight
We wrap it up, it’s wrapped, tightly.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
It lives, The bass is the army that it gives.
When we apply the breaks, There’ll be no skids.
Just more elements to continue as we glide.
Dimensions & The Measurements and the evidence you will find
Change it, rearrange it so its regularly updated
Hits from every angle so expected the un-expected
Represent the fusion of the mind and stay connected
The star that is presenting, The size of the markers been indented
Delivering the style we give you so that means a mention
In your direction is the baron that we aimed, ascension
Instead the way the floor the stunner made a we invention
And then you get your moneys worth before you’ve even sensed it
Make you think a four figure for the whole nation
Send it down so one we know it with no discrimination
Like a safe with 50 locks, as many combination
No matter which way that you turn you reach the same destination.
The fullness of the spectrum, 360 keep it circling
Deep inside the flow is where its working it
Under lease, submerging it, time to make it go deeper
Way past the point that blows holes in your speaker
Under and over, take it over and under
First you get the lightning and then you get the thunder
The sound is the music and the music is the feature
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
Step to the rhythm made out of brown paper, sounds entering of a different nature,
Rhythms get greater, And the rhythms they get greater, Yes another rough-a-tough
Four for the chaser, New configuration, New riff and New Structure
Built on the frame that’ll hold the room puncture, Tight
We wrap it up, it’s wrapped, tightly.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
Step step step step step step step step step step
Paper paper paper paper paper
Step step step step step step step step step step
P-P-Paper paper paper paper paper
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
Step step step step step step step step step step
Step to the rhythm made out of brown paper
Step…”
Songwriters: Roni Size
Brown Paper Bag lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

 

The Roni Size Reprazent “Brown Paper Bag” (music audio 2017 extended instrumental remix) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

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I am grateful for: “being weightless under the soul bamboo…”

“little miss dragon lady” (model: Shelby) illustration by K.J. Legry

Like most guys do,

You never once said to me, “Most women don’t

like jazz…”

and that’s when I knew you were worth all them troubling blues.

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The Little Dragon “Peace of Mind” feat. Faith Evans (Music Video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

Produced by Raphael Saadiq. Shot in Raphael Saadiq studio in LA.

Little Dragon “Peace of Mind” feat. Faith Evans LYRICS:

[Verse 1: Yukimi Nagano]
Cloudless, no rain, showers surround
So busy for the one I found
Weightless, under the soul bamboo
I’m bound for you

[Pre-Chorus 1: Yukimi Nagano
Rushing won’t get us anywhere that whole
So stressed, well I just wanna let you know
That stressin’ upside down
We don’t need that now

[Chorus 1: Yukimi Nagano & Faith Evans]
All I want is peace of mind
We won’t rush it this time
Let’s just lay here, right here
Peace of mind
Won’t be caught in the chase
Here together, all we need is

[Verse 2: Yukimi Nagano]
Dark days, they used to swallow my truth
And hide treasures far from you
This time a dusty Sunday will soothe
The blues away

[Pre-Chorus 2: Yukimi Nagano]
Stressin’ can make this less than whole~ less than whole
So, we better listen to our favourite melody
Come here and dance with me

[Chorus 2: Yukimi Nagano & Faith Evans]
All I want is peace of mind
We won’t rush it this time
Let’s just lay here, right here with
Peace of mind
Won’t be caught in the chase
Here together, all we need is
Peace of mind
Moments don’t waste with time
You can’t buy it, baby
Peace of mind

[Verse 3: Yukimi Nagano]
Yes, you’re in a hurry for who?
Reaching your goals don’t please you
Go smell the flowers, go think for hours
A midnight walk, late night talk
Or sweet moments, your fine life
Second chances, they come sometimes

[Chorus 2: Faith Evans]
Peace of mind
We won’t rush it this time
Let’s just lay here, right here
Peace of mind
Won’t get caught in the chase
Here together, all we need is
Peace of mind
Moments don’t waste with time
You can’t buy it, baby
Peace of mind

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The Minoru Muraoka “Bamboo” (soundcloud audio) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

村岡福夫, born Muraoka Fukuo; 1924 in Miyakonojo – January 2, 2014 was a popular Japanese shakuhachi player. Playing in a jazz fusion style, Muraoka released many albums, both as a solo artist and with several groups, including Zen, the New Dimension Group and the Minoru Muraoka Orchestra. The 1970 album Bamboo is a mixture of jazz, and traditional Japanese music performed by numerous instruments, from shakuhachi, koto, shamishen and taiko to synths and conventional drums.  

Tracks:

1 – Take Five – 00:00

2 – Mogamigawa Funauta – 04:53

3 – The Positive and the Negative – 08:47

4 – And I Love Her – 18:06

5 – The House of the Rising Sun – 21:03

6 – Do You Know the Way to San Jose – 25:23

7 – Soul Bamboo 28:24

8 – Call Me – 33:50

9 – Scarborough Fair – 37:21

You can learn more about Minoru Muraoka here:

https://www.npr.org/2012/03/26/149389758/the-shakuhachi-jazz-of-minoru-muraoka

I am grateful for: “my mouth around the letter R…”

“hairy grrrl love notes” 1 (mixed media illustration) from the “Girl Monster” series by K.J. Legry

The hairy, some say furry, grrrl can’t pronounce the letter “R” and her speech impediment forces impatient, but nice enough, gym instructors playing guessing games… to fail.

He doesn’t inquire, did she mean “bird” or “board?” but instead he nods enthusiastically as if supportive and he says condescendingly, “Those other grrrls DO look kinda stiff like boards.” and he leaves her,

frustrated, as she watches them flapping their arms like birds, pretending to fly… past her.

She starts to protest “nooooo… that’s not what I said,” as her faces flushes red with embarrassment, and she mutters under her breath, “Flapping is not kinda stiff.”

and she stomps her foot…

because she knows, NOW everybody thinks she’s kinda dumb.

“hairy grrrl love notes” 2 (mixed media illustration) from the “Girl Monster” series by K.J. Legry

Later on the hairy grrrl thinks about how remarkable it is, and how it happened that, rabbits became the best teachers, ‘cuz if you can say, “rabbit” you can eventually say “bird,” and it’s easier than subtraction, but thank goodness for the number nine with a few tricks, just the same.  

“hairy grrrl love notes” 3 (mixed media illustration) from the “Girl Monster” series by K.J. Legry

The hairy grrrl listens to nobodies business, like her big brother, who laughs when she says “porple” instead of “purple” but insists to the boys waiting to play baseball with him in the street, “No really, she can throw a ball. Just watch her.”

Since the boys truly need another player, and all kinda have a secret crush on her, they agree to test her arm, and once they are satisfied with her performance, her brother sends her waaaay away into the outfield to wait…

for something less than but hopeful of a home run.  

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The Xenia Rubinos “L.O.V.E.” (music video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

Xenia Rubinos “L.O.V.E.” LYRICS:

Wanna be the one who wakes up next to you

And feel the wave crash down wave crash down wave crash down wave crash down

I could stay here for a little longer I can, if you feel me do you feel me? can you feel this? do you feel me?

oh, oh power oh oh oh oh oh power L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E L-O, L-O, (i’m in) L-O-V-E L-O, (i’m in) L-O, she’s in L-O-V-E with you L-O i’m in L-O she’s in L-O-V-E with you last

Wanna be with you last

How I be with you now I see us I see me and you now forever I see me and you I wanna be with you last

Power power power power power (L-O-V-E)

Wanna be with you pow pow I wanna be with you baby

How I be with you pow pow I wanna be with you baby How I be with you pow pow I wanna be with you baby

How I be with… you’re the one I wanna be with oh oh, power

Oh oh oh oh Oh, power

L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E L-O, L-O, (i’m in) L-O-V-E L-O, (he’s in) L-O, (she’s in) L-O-V-E with you L-O (i’m in) L-O (she’s in) L-O-V-E with you last

Wanna be with you last

How I be with you now I see us I see me and you now forever I see me and you I wanna be with you last

Wanna be with you last

How I be with you now forever I see me and you now forever

Like we are right now

Babe I wanna be I wanna be with you last wanna be with you last

How I be with you now forever I see me and you now forever I see me and you Oh last

chapter 2 part 2 “double play” in Girl Soda Atlas by K. J. Legry
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I am grateful for: “the sweetness of your response…”

Rhino Woman #1 Illustration and Etching by K.J. Legry

Danny Boy says, “I was truly moved by her, when she said to me, ‘Heck yeah, I’m a functioning illiterate Doc Fancy Suit.  What Makes YOU think I wanna learn how to feel the way you do?  I’m not gonna read those books!  Them teachers think I can’t read, but I can read.  I been reading as long as I can remember, but I’m not telling any of them teachers at school I can do it.  If they know I can read, they’ll make me read their books.”

Dickey Boy asks, “Well, so you encountered an actual resistance to facts and information, huh Danny Boy?  So then what do you do?  How do you teach?”
Danny Boy says, “Dickey Boy, that’s an excellent question and I’m glad you asked me about it;  because I want to impress upon you, and I do not mean this in any kind of sentimental way, you know, like how one is supposed to feign humility, but you see… it really was this young woman who was teaching me and not the other way around.”
Dickey Boy nods and he says, “Uh, huh.  Uh, huh.  Okay and so how do you feel about parents or teachers who say to their children and students, ‘Stop reading those comic books…’?”
Danny Boy says, “Well Dickey Boy, if a boy wants to read a Playboy Magazine he should read what interests him, that’s what I’d tell them.  Because any boy who hasn’t read a Playboy Magazine isn’t in the world yet.”
Dickey Boy laughs.  “Heh, heh… I guess that’s true!”
Danny Boy says, “It’s true.  It’s true, Dickey Boy.  And what’s more, we need to not give books to kids that tell them how to be like us.  We should give them books to read that reflect who they are so we can help them become them, not us.”
Dickey Boy asks, “Oh… so does that mean writing one bad short story is better than reading one well written novel?”
Danny Boy says, “Well Dickey Boy, not really, but there is a kernel of truth at least to what you are suggesting.”
Dickey Boy asks, “I mean do you think of reading as an idle activity in comparison to, oh say taking a walk?  That the physical experience of being in the world is more beneficial than reading about taking a walk?”
Danny Boy says, “Well yes and no Dickey Boy.  It’s our memories that set us apart from the other animals.  It’s our memories that make our animal unique.  And we capture those memories in books.  But of course, the physical experience of life is going to inform those books and this is where we discover our shared humanity.  That’s why I’m saying this student taught me more than I taught her.  She made me a better listener.  And she wasn’t wrong.  She knew who was telling her to be more white.  Who had the money.  She wanted the money; she just didn’t want the bullshit that came with it.”
Dickey Boy nods.  “What was the bullshit Danny Boy, that came with it?”
Danny Boy says, “In those books nobody believed a black girl would grow up to be a doctor.  It’s like how sometimes on airplanes when a passenger is having a medical problem and the white stewardess asks if there is a doctor on board and a proficient black doctor steps forward, but then the stewardess looks her up and down and hesitates.  Literally this passenger’s life is on the line and the stewardess asks for her credentials, only then to reject her for the white man who says he too is a doctor, but without asking to see his credentials.”
Dickey Boy nods.  “Wow.  Yeah.  I see what you mean Danny Boy.  I wouldn’t want to read those books either and I have been!”
Danny Boy laughs.  “Well there you are.”
Dickey Boy chuckles.  “Indeed.  Indeed.”  He says and he turns to the Elephant Man and asks, “So, what do you think about all of this?”
Elephant Man says, “Well, it’s true people laugh when I tell them I talk to the elephants and they talk to me and we have a true connection.”
Dickey Boy and Danny Boy laugh.
Elephant Man smiles like a shy but curious little boy.  He says, “They are a little mysterious the way they scatter and hide their bones all around the jungle.  They have a real sense of death.  And they are an extremely private group.”
Dickey Boy says, “Wait, you mean they told you that the elephant graveyard isn’t real?”
Elephant Man says, “That’s right Dickey Boy.  They are mums the word on why they do what they do, scattering and hiding the bones, but the elephant graveyard is a fantasy.”
Dickey Boy says, “That’s amazing.  You have a real way with them.”
Elephant Man says, “Well, that’s because I am an elephant.”
Dickey Boy and Danny Boy laugh.
Danny Boy leans over to pat Elephant Man’s knee.  He says, “You know what?  I believe you.”
Elephant Man smiles like a shy but curious little boy.  He says, “Do you want to know what the dumbest of the big animals is?”
Dickey Boy says, “Sure do.”
Elephant Man says, “The Rhino. He’s so transparent, you know, you can see his mind ticking… before he impulsively charges a bush.  For no reason at all he just goes off and attacks a bush!  And then he’ll actually throw himself onto his back like he’s having a tizzy fit.  A rhino boxes his own shadow and loses every time.”
Dickey Boy and Danny Boy laugh.
Dickey Boy says, “Well maybe the rhinos are harboring deep feelings against the Chinese.  Maybe it’s post traumatic stress because after all, the Chinese have been hunting them and sawing off their horns to grind them into what has been proven as false ‘medicine’ and so maybe the rhino species is energetically messed up now because of that long brutal history.”
Elephant Man appears pensive.  He says, “That’s deep.  I never would have thought of that.  Maybe you’re right Dickey Boy.”
Danny Boy says to Dickey Boy, “I believe it.  And who says we can’t use television to teach the children?  When my daughter was six years old she got bored with Sesame Street.  She knew when it became condescending to her.  She knew when she could out smart them and she made her own choice to move on.”
Dickey Boy says, “Well Danny Boy, I’m not going to argue with you there!”
Danny Boy and Dickey Boy share a laugh and Elephant Man smiles like a shy and curious little boy.
Danny Boy says, “You know that rhino-Chinese analogy is pretty much how my student explained Woody Allen to me.  She said Woody is a thief.  She said don’t trust that mutha fuckin’ Jew ‘cuz he like all them Jews.  He gonna rob everyone and make ’em pay to watch him screw his adopted daughter.’ “
Dickey Boy laughs.  “Wow!  I never thought of the movie biz as so all about Holly-Woodies before.  Your student had a point, didn’t she?”
Danny Boy nods.  “I couldn’t argue.  I wouldn’t argue.  There was nothing to argue.”
Elephant Man nods.  “Maybe rhinos aren’t dumb.  I never considered the body language as anything other than unproductive rage.  But it’s a signal to us.  Perhaps it’s their recorded memory.  Maybe they role model this to condition and steel and submit themselves for what the future holds.”
Danny Boy says, “I believe you’re on to something there, Elephant Man.”
Dickey Boy says to Danny Boy, “Which isn’t to say there is no hope?”
Danny Boy says, “Oh, no… of course there is hope.  Yes there is hope.  My student who didn’t want to read the books, went to college to become a nurse, and then she ended up a doctor.  People say to me, you must be so proud and gratified because she wouldn’t have done that if she hadn’t met me, but that’s not true.  She did that work by herself.  She did that for herself.  And she taught me how she could and would do it.  But me?  As a white man?  I didn’t have to sacrifice a thing.  I just had to listen and then I got to write a book about her and I got on television for it.  She gave me that.”

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The Knocks and Captain Cuts “HouseParty” (audio) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

Knocks and Captain Cuts“House Party” LYRICS:
Maybe it’s a disco
Maybe it’s a club thing
Maybe it’s a street thing
I don’t know

They said they had a rooftop
We had to climb a ladder
Yeah
Just so they could get to the spot

Let’s take it back
Back to my house
Everybody, bring somebody, back to my house
Let’s take it back
Back to my house
Everybody, bring somebody, back to my house

Went to see a DJ
He was playing techno
He was playing hip hop
He was playing disco
He was playing all that
And he had a friend
Who couldn’t get in
Because, she looked too young

Said that he was on one
Said he had a late one
Said he changed locations
I was like
“Good for you.”
Said I’m always on a late one
I been here all night
It’s a late one right now

Let’s take it back
Back to my house
Everybody, bring somebody, back to my house
Let’s take it back
Back to my house
Everybody, bring somebody, back to my house

My house!

Hey where are my friends
Hey where are my friends
You gotta pick up the phone
And say, where are my friends
You know where they at

My house!

Hey where are my friends
I said where are my friends
You gotta pick up the phone
Where and say
Where are my friends
You know where they at

My house!

Maybe it’s a disco
Maybe it’s a street thing
Maybe it’s a club thing
I don’t know

My house!

Maybe it’s a house party
Wait, wait. Yo
We should have a house party

Let’s take it back
Back to my house
Everybody, bring somebody, back to my house
Let’s take it back
Back to my house
Everybody, bring somebody, back to my house

My house!

Hey where are my friends
Hey where are my friends
You gotta pick up the phone
And say, where are my friends
You know where they at

My house!

Hey where are my friends
I said where are my friends
You gotta pick up the phone
Where and say
Where are my friends
You know where they at

My house!
My house!
My house!

I am grateful for: “The Oral Tradition…”

“Lip Wear” (mixed media) by K. J. Legry

Grey Rock liked to notice the white women.  It wasn’t just that he couldn’t help notice them;  he liked to notice them.  It was a registry of what he considered their flaws, the first and foremost being, that they were white.  He subconsciously established his pattern of interest in the white women and convinced himself that what he recorded about them in unsurprising snapshots was truly of no interest to him, excepting to reenforce  the distance he felt from them.  Or maybe it was the distance he felt for them.  Anyhow, he liked to note his distant interest.  His way of observing them, while knowing about them and what kept them separate from him, were his excuses for his defensiveness.  He wanted you to know it was emotionally charged for him, but he’d been taught quietness and so he kept his words generalized and in general agreement with the others.

Grey Rock liked to see where the white women were denied.  Where they were awkward.  Where they didn’t fit in.  He liked to imagine them wanting him, wanting into this ~his world and he liked that he knew, before ever laying his eyes on any of them, that he’d never be open to them.  They were all tourists as far as he was concerned and although he might allow them to give him their money, he’d keep a tight business clock and refuse overtime. In fact,  he’d reserve his right to leave the “Gone Fishin’” sign up indefinitely.  He’d make it a point not to post warnings to any unattended cars left in the parking lot about locking their gas caps.  He’d gladly leave the white women stranded on empty so his buddy, Yellow Coyote, could muster up some revenue for his tow-truck.

Grey Rock noticed the long blond braid on the white woman who wanted to take selfies with Salmon Woman.  He noticed the zipper and velour of a salmon colored leisure suit that was worn by the white woman losing at pick-up sticks and drinking mimosas in the casino.  He noticed the lavender aerobic shoes and the green sun-visor, the white bikini and the suntan lotion that he reasonably distinguished from sun-screen by noticing the color of the white woman’s long bronzed legs.  He noticed the white women’s gestures as begging for his attention. The way they posed, asked for it.  He noticed their hair and however they fussed over it and he noticed what was tight or scantily clad about their clothing, but if push came to shove, he never would be able to pick out their faces in a line up.  They had sunglasses, but no faces.  The wore lipstick, but had nothing to say.  They were called the white women, but they had no names.  

He liked noticing these things about the white women.

This was the distance he wanted them to know about, the distance that he would say behind their backs, that would finally get back to them.

Grey Rock knew the rich white women from the city were impressed by his brother, who rode the bull in rodeo.  He watched them being trophied around, meant to be worn on each arm like a pair of expensive cufflinks, a temporary risk worth taking and bluffing over, before gambling them away in a game of poker.  He noticed how it didn’t take many drinks before the white women agreed to be cufflinks on some other bull-rider’s arms.  He noticed the white women grant lap dances like they were playing musical chairs until there were no chairs left.

Grey Rock liked the expressions used by the Old Timer when he wanted everyone to move aside and make way for him.  For example, “…long before you were tugging at your mother’s tit,” was the line that often followed the bravado and boast of something the Old Timer had “mastered” and would be schooling you on.  It always drew grins from the younger men who tried to pull rank on him.  Reducing them to infants while conjuring tits was considered verbal shivving with a salty crust.  Grey Rock learned early on that real men love jerked meat no matter how bad it is for them.  The Old Timer was admired for having survived one heart attack and quadruple bi-pass surgery in order to tell the tale.    

Sweet meat

Dried buffalo jerky~

Pulling against a man’s molars

Something both juicy and tough to chew on

and sink into

and suck hollow

and chew on some more

and swallow hard~

A real man makes time for his meat;  He savors it,

the Old Timer tutored Grey Rock.  

And he confided low and lovingly,

how smoked salmon is tender

even when she chews.

Grey Rock believed cooking fell under the category of women’s work, something his grandmother passed down, only teaching her secret recipes to certain women in the family, excluding three of the sisters and including only one granddaughter who was expected to serve as shaman in her stead, upon her death after age 104 or so.

That’s how Grey Rock liked to think of them.

That’s how Grey Rock liked to make believe.

Grey Rock was distracted when the traditional dancing was going on, only keeping vaguely aware of the call for changes in drum or direction when the pitch rose above the drone.  He had his preconceived eye fixed on the encircling of the fire and which foot stomped in tandem with a look to the right and he remembered what he was supposed to recall about the original story, where out of the smoke and firelight-shadows, warriors fell from their mustangs as their spirits joined the thunder clouds.  

Grey Rock liked to notice the white women behave themselves after being chastised by the Old Timer.  

“You better be holding that pole-a-roid up ‘cuz you want me to snap a picture of your tits,” the Old Timer growled at the white woman with the long blond braid, which made the white woman frown and turn shades between pink and red and silently but rather quickly slip her Go-Pro into her leather-tooled pocketbook.  

Grey Rock thought about how the white women were spying on his people in plain view, and he thought to himself, you may witness this ritual but you will not capture it. 

Grey Rock didn’t know much about social media, but he figured a stolen image would bring in more revenue than what the white women paid to gain entrance to the pow wow and he knew the Old Timer wasn’t about to let their traditions go viral or to the highest bid at auction like some wild west show.  

Grey Rock thought of Eagle Feather’s defeat if the white women managed to smuggle out any photos of the dance.  He looked around for his brother and when he found him, he asked him if he was up to busting some cameras.  His brother shrugged and when he introduced himself to the white woman with the long blond braid, he wondered if she wanted to take pictures of him riding the bull.  Grey Rock noticed the white woman turn shades of pink and red again as she smiled and he watched the two of them head for the stadium.  She took his brother’s arm when he held out his elbow and Grey Rock snickered when he thought of how his brother was missing one of his cufflinks. 

Grey Rock slowed down to cruise through the tourists that considered his people to be the rugged vistas on their scenic route.  He noticed how his people’s customs provided unique backdrops for the white women when they were playing golf in their tiny white skirts.  He heard them complain about the handicaps to their swings due to canyon winds and creek bed traps, while ignoring the grey smoke of the sage fires to the east.  

Grey Rock decided that the white woman in the bikini…

who wanted him to leer at her by the way she applied her suntan lotion, by the way she knew he was staring at her as she arched her back, by the way she was inviting him to ogle when she bent over herself… 

was cooking herself  

better than buffalo jerky,

and ringing the dinner bell.

Grey Rock overheard Salmon Woman instructing the white women who had clumsily joined the Green dance, meant for tourists, to say, “wy-kan-ush.”  The white women giggled and clapped and bounced up and down after collectively pronouncing the word.  

Grey Rock eavesdropped, them practicing it and correcting one another where they’d rejoined for mixed umbrella-drinks in the lodge hot tub surrounded by cedar wood carvings.  He noticed the top half of their swim suits; the turquoise colored string bikini,  the shiny silver Speedo that looked like fish scales, the one piece with the sheer hot pink netting slitted and stretched across the cleavage, the leopard spotted number with a scooping v-line, and the navy-blue tube-style with side-ruching up to her pits. The buoyant white women reminded him of genetically modified farm-fish; easy pickings and degraded, swimming in shallow tanks of water, far from the river’s wild song where the real wy-kan-ush are micro-chipped by scientists and placed on an endangered species list.  

“Progress of the White Wash” (“Paper-Doll” template series) mixed media (using a real Chlorox Bleach advertisement) collage by K. J. Legry

The A Tribe Called Red featuring Northern Voice “Sisters” (music video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

I am grateful for: “Being of Service…”

Self Portrait “tried to give u my heart” no. 6  illustrated mixed media by K.J.Legry

“to tame your inner beast is a labor of love,” you promised “it always was.”

as if i could become a better
creation…

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The Vanishing Opening (song pick number 0ne):

The Mariam the Believer “Opening” from (Love Everything) music audio is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

Mariam the Believer “Opening” from (Love Everything) LYRICS:

This could be the end

of all the ends; I could throw in the towel baby

Let’s not pretend that we’re not drained; there’s been so much fighting lately

and loving a big handful just as well as hurting deep at the core,

This love takes the breath out of me;

I’m getting tired but want so much more

so Please love me ’til I’m full of me

Love me ’til I’m full again.

Love me ’til I’m full of me

Love me ’til I’m full again.

(aaah~)

Laughing and dancing on the street,

Kissing on boats and planes; the richness of everyday meant

is riding on buses and trains.

The more life, the more I give to you

gagging back more than I could ever give

but still there is an emptiness in me

of more hold for every day I live

so Please love me ’til I’m full of me

Love me ’til I’m full

Love me ’til I’m full 

Love me ’til I’m full again.

Oh won’t you

Love me ’til I’m full

Love me ’til I’m full again.  Please~

Love me ’til I’m full

Love me ’til I’m full again.

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Impossible song pick (number 2wo):

The Lion Babe “Impossible” (music video) is being posted here FOR NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.
Lionbabe “Impossible” LYRICS:
You think I’m impossible
You think that it’s logical
To think you know about me, what you know about me?
I got things I could say that would probably change your views
I’ve lost my head top, don’t you stop
I wanna see you rock
I got that drop-drop, still on lock
They’re gonna have to watch
I’ve lost my head top, don’t you stop
I wanna see you rock
I got that drop-drop, still on lock
They’re gonna have to watch
You can break me down and shake me
Don’t try to rearrange me
No way you can mistake me, it’s impossible
You can break me down and shake me
Don’t try to rearrange me
No way that you can change me, it’s impossible
Impossible
Impossible
Impossible
Impossible
You think I’m obtainable
You see I’m untamable
To think you know about me, what you know about me?
I got things I could say that would probably change your views
I’ve lost my head top, don’t you stop
I wanna see you rock
I got that drop-drop, still on lock
They’re gonna have to watch
I’ve lost my head top, don’t you stop
I wanna see you rock
I got that drop-drop, still on lock
They’re gonna have to watch
You can break me down and shake me
Don’t try to rearrange me
No way you can mistake me, it’s impossible
You can break me down and shake me
Don’t try to rearrange me
No way that you can change me, it’s impossible
You can break me down and shake me
Don’t try to rearrange me
No way you can mistake me, it’s impossible
You can break me down and shake me
Don’t try to rearrange me
No way that you can change me, it’s impossible
Impossible
Impossible
Impossible
Impossible
Head top, top, top
I’ve lost my head top, top, top
I’ve lost my head top, top, top
I’ve lost my head top, top, top
I’ve lost my head top, don’t you stop
I wanna see you rock
I got that drop-drop, still on lock
They’re gonna have to watch
I’ve lost my head top, don’t you stop
I wanna see you rock
I got that drop-drop, still on lock
They’re gonna have to watch
Songwriters: Amanda Ghost / Joel Hugh Compass / Lewis Jankel / Fred Cox / Jillian Hervey / Lucas Goodman / Linden Jay
Impossible lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management US, LLC

I am grateful for: “Perfect Geometry”

Self-Portrait (heart chakra series) “tried to give u my heart” no.5 (Hand Held Graphing Calculator Formula) illustrated mixed media by K. J. Legry

i read a 15th-century poem and

Cupid had three arrows:

golden was gentle and Smitten and easily cured;

silver was compelling;

and steel opened a love-wound that never heals…

there was also the matter of friendly fire.

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The Heliocentrics “Collateral Damage” (music video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES