But I've always had a crush on the turntables.
But when I spin, my love for the piano comes out.
So the piano and the turntables have a deep and intense affair within me.
And I document such on the mic.
With no one listening.
So I threw an event last year.
I was showing off my DJ skills (I only use M•I•K•E•Y) at The Bowery Poetry Club.
Let my guilt reflect that it was a DOOM, and I didn't expect many people to show up.
And very few showed up.
Family was there, though.
I guess that's cool.
But... if they aren't going to be real about who they REALLY are, I'm not going to be real (with them) about how I feel.
So thairt is.
Maybe I should start making music for me.
Music that I like.
I've been trying to impress since day one.
I don't need all these syllables.
I don't need this flow.
I damn near don't need to rap anymore.
I'm doing it because I have things to say that people need to hear.
Such as, the existence of aliens.
It's not a wonder anymore (pats self on the back).
But so much is.
(switches the fader to the record on the other turntable)
WHAT A BREAK!
~follow the buzzards~