How To Sew A Button (part 6)

In this video: I sew 14 buttons on a new pair of *BLUE DENIM LEVI JEANS* something, I never thought I’d ever wear again. 24 minutes of mostly ASMR motion. The results were satisfactory and the therapy was needed. Hence the silence, for the majority of this video. This was a very much an ASMR inspired video. No whispering but careful attention to where I was going with the needle and thread.

This is the result @ ::: 23:16 – 23:38

Blue Jeans For Work
3 (2 hole buttons) on the one going down!

Much more coming: BE OUT ON A LOOKOUT FOR PART 7 HERE!

KEEP UP WITH THE SERIES HERE: https://bit.ly/3CfBGlX

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

*in case you care not read but to listen —CLICK HERE. the mastering on this is loud in some parts so be warned by the flagrant effects.*

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.

A Paisley Peace For Baltimore

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Lately, I’ve been discussing the recent Paisley Park Experiences with friends, and how spontaneous they are. You aren’t always given any warning, sometimes only three hours before it begins. Unlike several previous times, we were informed through  @PURPLESSENCE (Paisley Park’s Official Twitter Handle) a night before, after reading Iris Perez’s detailed experience at Paisley herself, that there would be a Dance Party in light of the recent Baltimore Uprising. 30$ Cover.

How does one invite someone to something as spontaneous as Paisley Park?! “Hey, Prince is opening his studio, and you are invited! It goes on for about five hours at a time, could be longer but it’s ultimately determined by this thing we call ‘The Everlasting Now’. We don’t know if he’s gonna perform, but there will be great dancing and 360 sound in the best sound spaces you could imagine! You down?

How does one turn that down? That’s the thing: YOU DON’T. You just GO! Every experience at Paisley is different and seemingly always tailored for the occasion.

Before the show even started, we were entertained by the two DJ’s out, making sure our feet raced on the carpet in the Luv4OneAnother room. A room allowing of space, but extremely faint compared to the Main Sound Stage. Our feet needed more room to play. There were about 300 of us there as a family unit. We were then carried through visual time travel to the Main Sound Stage.

Soul Train clips plastered on the screen, all seemingly in sync with the music played. (Shout out to Rosie Perez, as she demonstrated some of the most fly moves on screen – responded by Denise…as she shared some taunting moves too!!)

Soul Train then morphed into select pieces of artwork, dressed on the projector, in high definition, which served as a great lucid endearment. But then there is a live video to get you going too! Several, 3rdEyeGirl – videos from London were shown. Alongside with never before seen clips. The private performance of Lianna La Havas was shown at her home in London, that she did earlier last year.

Including the video (Which was only available as audio before) from The Infrared Showcase, that was briefly online on YouTube – a show for Appolonia who starred in Purple Rain – Seeing Prince play Endorphinmachine and ‘She’s Always In My Hair’ right before her, was a magical thing to witness.

An emotional tear evoking performance of Jimi Hendrix on guitar had us all soul lifted. Liv Warfield alongside, in the visual experience, made up for a great night. I’d pay 30$ just to see that again. It was crafted so well and really had your heart beating for the next page.

We all enjoy when Prince performs, it is the closest thing we have to conversation without actually speaking to him.

Music is Prince’s language.

We tend to underestimate the language in which Prince speaks through his music. This man is literally an instrument, and he is capable of talking with more than his voice.  He uses instruments to channel his raw emotional rendition; whether it’s his guitar, keyboard, or even bass guitar. All which he played last night, in very select parts of the show. Prince doesn’t simply play music, he is music. Engaging instruments like a scientist, utilizing space, to engage in a significant conversation with musical rhetoric.

It seemed he had a story to tell concerning the recent chaotic experiences. Starting off with Chaos & Disorder and falling into Dreamer. “Chaos & Disorder, ruling my world today”.

Dreamer is one of the most memorable of the night. Prince puts down his Ax for a brief moment only to play around with his keyboards. He remained there for about five minutes, to offer a rendition that was more than words can say. Lost, through his keyboard and synth stabs, he was caught within space. After feeling satisfied with his delivery of piano ministry, he heads back to his guitar with a little bit more to say.

“Peanut Butter Logic – Served on a bed of lies, don’t go down to easy when you see your Daddy crying. Have you ever clutched the steering wheel of your car – tight? See in Chanhassen we ain’t scared of the police at night, but I wasn’t always here..”

(Prince hasn’t always been in the best sides of town, he knows how the cops can be in less progressive and privileged communities)

He made mention of the chemicals chasing people at night in the skies – Encouraging the crowd to keep our 3rd Eye Open… Like CBS “So that we could SEE their B.S.”

Prince being aware of the struggles that certain communities experience.

He asked:

“Where you from?”

While answering through his guitar – a melodic sadness which seemed to correspond to what comes from being questioned by the police.

Crimson And Clover was accentuated by Donna’s divine guitar playing. The song reached the boiling point in which Prince delivered the first striking guitar solo. A guitar story which reached a climatic baptizing, wherein Prince expressed his most sensual and pulsating guitar mannerisms like he was simply drinking water.

The crowd engaged repeating “Over & Over..”

We then are reminded, He loves us- But not like his Guitar. And we can see Donna LOVES her guitar too.

Prince really enjoys talking with his guitar, it seems. Sure, he has his loves, but when he plays guitar – we can see,  he loves that a bit more.

What is Plectrum Electrum?! It’s a guitar pick that is in an electric relationship with emotional translation. He explains with Donna just what Plectrum Electrum is. Guitars echo with extreme fire and awakening power.

The crowd cheers and all of us scream. More!

He then gets on the bass guitar and performs ‘The Whole Of The Moon” (A cover by the Water Boys)

Easily the funkiest part of the night, The full of the moon punctuated the experience of the night.

Prince invited several people on stage to harmoniously groove our way back to the Dancefloor.

While he didn’t perform the new song, Baltimore like he did for Iris. We got a whole lot of music that redeemed the conversation on Freddie Gray, and what’s going on in Baltimore. Prince doesn’t have to call it by a song name, he said what he needed in the arrangement and heart of the night.

Another Paisley Night covered by pure passion. An emotional experience that is molded by the gift of music. Sure it was entertainment but it felt like a Love Trip. It’s an experience – an emotive spiritual consequence is born at that place. The sudden nature of spontaneous dictum declares a victorious revival. Energies are restored, feet (while battered and bruised from dancing) travels the distance needed for redemption. The Cycle of The Moon Effects The Motion of the Sea What You Did Prince?! On top of that – it’s spent with friends and family!  Thank YOU to Prince & 3RDEYEGIRL.
“We R 3RDEYEGIRL AND SO ARE YOU”.

Set List For The Curious (Keep In Mind..A Song Title is what it is. The name of the song. It doesn’t at all speak to how he translated it live and what emotion was geared in when we heard it)

Chaos And Disorder
Dreamer
Crimson And Clover
Guitar
Plectrum Electrum
The Whole of The Moon