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To be continued...

If I wasn't serious about writing as a career before, then I definitely am now. I'm going to start emerging from my bunker to deliver and sell product until venues are flying me out to perform for the kids somewhere around my Jupiter return.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to give up after losing another contest but then I finally got around to listening to Jay-Z's Grammy speech and it inspired me to keep going until I get what I feel I deserve.

Even if I feel like I'm not publishing what people want to read or making music that will never get spins. I'm going to stick to it. I've lost too many games in chess from giving up on a winning plan halfway through because it didn't seem like it was working.

Every time I think it's pointless to even post these, someone actually reminds me that they really do read or look forward to my weekly ramblings. So I got to thank all of you here.

I haven't been bit by the poetry bug like I was hoping to be this month; however, I did mostly finish organizing everything that I have and I found some interesting stuff I had forgotten about. So I will post a couple of those for this week’s content.

Before that though, don't forget to pre-save Freedom Club on Spotify and check out my shop for merch. Tell a friend to tell a friend because me yelling with a loudspeaker will never be that effective without building a genuine community first. So thanks again until next week.

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Tangibility

“The less you have, the less you have to worry about”
-Malcolm Powell (Life Ain’t About Shit) 

These walls are closing in; every breath gets shorter.
Every urge to hang posters, pictures, and cutouts
of newspapers and magazine or impulse for
a new instrument, electronic, or clothes 
cuts a few seconds from my lungs
like an emo Wolverine.
Every item on the bed
that isn’t me
disrupts my 
sleep.

The walls are closing
in. While my eyes
are closing down.
My breaths lose 
some potency.
And every gift 
given to me
will prob
ably be
killing
me.
Sof
tly
Fuck
tan
gi
bil
it
y.

And then I found this old pantoum…