O.Z.P.I.N.H.E.A.D

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the stars that rest above me are of unbelievable magnitude.

they also sparkle with crystal crimson – blinding me by their rapture of shine and bliss.

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the tokens found in my heart are daring to be inserted into a funk machine.

this dance might begin where my tears have left me stale.

perhaps, the tarot card, crystal ball, and Zion’s prayers, predicted this dread?

my unwillingness to play ahead and to saturate the options laid out beforehand, explains this drought.

i’m hot at the command of fluctuated and unreliable weather reports.

yet, the ghost of my ancestral heritage is awaking my hands to remove the stone.

to unveil the performance that has practiced, millennium after millennium.

i have been predestined to understand how these words will develop, my current state of affairs.

for such is sometimes, A ‘s.s.o.a’ – an acronym which means – Sad State of Affairs:

“it’s a sad state of affairs”. that is to say, a series of unfortunate events have taken place, all of which has led down, to the path of sadness.

be it: broken promises.

expectations which go undelivered.

lies being disguised as the truth.

all of these misfortunes have boiled up into a sad emotional burden.

and we want to rid it off like a bumpy itch.

like a fresh and absurd stain created cuz you drank coffee in the hurry for caffeine. (on your white threads, nonetheless)

what could be summarized rather briefly – has extended itself into a long, 6 paged letter.

sadness is then spoken in dissecting paragraphs with a nauseating prolix.

*le sigh*

i don’t like this.

it isn’t right.

damn.

*le sigh*

folks are often inconveniened at the expense of their labor. as it continues on – the emotional allowance and justification for such neglect sinks into desperate pleading.

why can’t ANY this change?

can it rearrange in our favor?

will someone at least care for us?

we don’t always care for ourselves because emotional anxiety can exile our self care routines.

sadness then turns around and asks the bold question – what’s the point?

many lines have been written to justify a love that is self-serving.

self-care is a charge we should take notice of.

however, who is willing to be sought?

when you hide from yourself // who will
seek to find you?

when associates have abandoned themselves into their own busy lives.

when strangers knock on the doors of unfamiliar houses.

when those closest to you seem so far away and your voice is too weak to call.

it does seem terrifying that we are all here alone in melody, but confused in this scattered song.

“What if all that is and all that was before
Was just a test to see if we’ll handle more?
What if the loss was gain and the gain was truly loss?
Happiness is freedom, a chain with a cost.

– It’s Not Over Yet, War And Treaty

I wrote a script called ASLEEP // ALARM earlier this year involving a dialogue between being awake or responding to the alarm.

waking up diligently to answer various objectives, is like ketchup on the most visible parts of your white linen.

however, some stains are not at all bothered by the poor defense of water with no soap or elbow grease.

we may need to scrub deeper than the surface.

there’s a war going on between who can be heard the most among the noise.

but everyone knows, the loudest one in the crowd.

they don’t go through the bother of camouflage or soft editing.

they’re usually rambunctious in sharing their passion and highly skilled at competitive laughing.

as it turns out, people would like to get to where they’re going without the hassle of unclear abbreviations.

how can any of this go anywhere without clear specifics?!

in my search to find clarity and meaning in a room full of emotional interplay.

i am aghast at the rumbling of this earthquake, which has shattered the foundation whole.

decisions and choices, i have yet to make.

what will be said about my fate?

the written VISIBLE word was foreign to my eyes.

my ears were overwhelmed with an abundance of music.

sticky strings of classical embroidered carols for the day.

but, darkened thick hallowed melodies of funk and rock guitars at night.

i was forewarned about the flagrant affairs of my recent decisions.

i found myself watering down the seeds planted in my dreams, while forging the present everyday moment in exchange for prolonged daydreaming.

still the pages are left unturned.

answers are still joined at the hip, which provides a hit that doesn’t quit.

when affairs are sour because of late expiration – we need not be afraid of signing off, on tears which are worth the stream release from our eyes.

when the veil is swiped away from the one in the box, mimicking authoritative oppression.

it becomes very clear like in the land of oz’ – that Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs (O.Z.P.I.N.H.E.A.D) pretended all along by the projected trickery of ✳️HYPE✳️.

he changed his form constantly therefore making illusion of the fact, that he was an ordinary man from Omaha, Nebraska – who had amazing technological gear!

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the wizard of oscar zoroaster phadrig isaac norman henkle emmannuel ambroise diggs, what a LEGEND!

remember beloved, when you encounter a ‘SSOA’ and you are guaranteed to, at some point in your life.

insert this token into your memory bank – sad doesn’t always rhyme with bad.

sad can rightfully drive one mad or make one incredibly glad!

sad is merely a STATE and thus – it is possessed with the amazing ability to change its form.

Brand New Trash Can

The worlds most expensive trash can run up 10,000 dollars but hey it’s made out of gold leaf stainless steel! What a catch! 😀

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Amazing! Now, look at this trash can! All of what it holds is of importance! I can’t convince you to buy it because it’s merely a trash can. It’s meant to be the storage of what you don’t want. So who cares anyway, about a brand new trash can?

What if you don’t have to touch the trash can? Some trash cans come with a lever that pops up. How convenient! But if you press too hard on some of these machinery trash cans, the lid can pop up too quickly! But at least you don’t have to touch the lid! You need only grab the handles to take the bag out!

Have you ever used a trash can, that takes out the trash for you – without you ever having to touch the bag? At the expense of this example not going too out of hand – what are you even throwing away, if you don’t want to carry the bag? Is it even worth the investment to buy one of these expensive trash cans? What if you were offered a trash with various buttons and surprises?! Would you be willing to accept the offer and at what cost?

Sometimes when sharing sensitive data you should preface it with a warning. In fact, if there’s not a warning at all – you can’t be surprised when it spills on the floor. When the word gets out on the internet there’s no coming back. *Screenshot, Crop, Repeat! * You can also renew and make your own with a new version that can’t be traced to the original source. That’s the beauty and danger of the internet.

Anything goes and can be uploaded again or reconfigured without your direct control. This is a free space and feeling that brings joy but also misery to those who wish to wield power over their creations. You ain’t got power although limited through various media hosting sites.

Trying to stop the internet is like trying to stop the snow. (I see you popping around the corner Mpls! :D) It keeps on falling and can provide any range of resources. From ‘Sooo cold you can’t talk outside to having nice weather even with the snow. The Brand New Trash Can is an indication of new and old information – also the midterm elections in the U.S have encouraged everyone to sell their brand new trash cans! Headlines, advertisements, everybody wants you to spend your money and buy into a story! It’s the game of life – Some channels are worth seeing while others aren’t.

Somebody will buy it, the numbers don’t lie but neither does the trash! Everybody should know when it’s time to take it out – the nose never warns you much like a surprise of another brand new trash can!