1. Intro (Freedom) by STEALTH
2. What's in my Locker
3. Sample the Fragrance
4. Body Odour
5. Buy the Perfume
6. Present it as a Gift
7. Faith (feat. JGbads)
...But joy cometh in the morning. [[Psalms 30:5]]
Fair enough this thing might be called "reloaded" but I'm a sucker for the old Twista. I'm just enticed by that one-breath flow (lol that sounds rude)
My parents have probably been praying for this day when I lessened my trainer collection...
OH JHEEEZ
OHH MATE
...and no-one knows who this guy is?!
O_O
SHINGOLOGO!
YIGI
YOGO
YAGA
*walks into flat*
"FRICK I got robbed! (No, I didn't... I got pranked. My flat got trashed & nothing got stolen). FRICK! Now I can't even call the Feds cos nothing got FRIKKIN stolen! What the FRICK?!
*checks pocket*
"ARRR for FRICKSAKE! There's a hole in my FRIKKIN pocket and my FRIKKIN keys just FRIKKIN fell out somewhere!
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| Lightskinned by the iPad Had work the day before. Got work that day. Work the day after that. Then... I think I got work again |
To put it simply, my musical interests have led me in a different direction. Upon rejoining, and throughout my time in the band, I was very excited about exploring the musical possibilities inherent in a rock band, and doing so with those people in particular. A couple of years ago, I began to feel that same excitement again, but this time it was about making a different kind of music, alone, and being my own engineer.I really love the band and what we did. I understand and value that my work with them means a lot to many people, but I have to follow my interests. For me, art has never been something done out of a sense of duty. It is something I do because it is really fun, exciting, and interesting. Over the last 12 years, I have changed, as a person and artist, to such a degree that to do further work along the lines I did with the band would be to go against my own nature. There was no choice involved in this decision. I simply have to be what I am, and have to do what I must do.
Sending love and gratitude to you all.
It's exam season. This is the worst part of every year of my higher academic life. *sigh*
An event sorted by the peeps at Flavour Magazine. A dense night of poetry, spoken word and just pure utter lyrical genius-ness!
I just slipped into one of those times when you're sitting on your internet, looking for a radical wave to surf on. I was astounded and incredibly amused by the content of this blog I just found:
On that day, the 1st of September I had the priveledge of taking a front seat at