The 7th Day

Now, I have no beef with God. God just wants people to ride by His side and preach his Gospel. The thing is, I'm not all the way invested in His Gospel. Yes I pray and go to church... shit I even pray in church. But the comfort God gives THROUGH discipleship and the church is NOT what I'm looking for. I know I'm going to Hell. Blasphemy, suicide, homosexuality... even a bit of beastiality. I just want those who follow me to know there is an alternative to the darkside.

One that is REAL, TRUE, and without error.

God gets nothing but love from me. But we talked about this. Things need to be done ON MY TERMS in order for them to work. And I think we disagree on/about that point. The gamechanger? As Satan (or a man who claimed to be Satan), I DIRECTED my audience TO God. If I was really selfish with your soul/spirit, I would've kept it and found a way to capitalize on such. No. I am very reckless with MYSELF, so I sent you to #aMan who knows JUST WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR SOUL.

Like that time I sent StarChaser souls to go be with Halo.

I know you remember.

If I end up in Heaven, GLORY! My work still isn't over, because I need my other 6ixes to reside in Heaven WITH me. All the work that Lucifer and Beelzebub have done ON EARTH, in the name of good, should ensure that they can have at least an isolated section in Heaven. A spot where you are warned of the presence you are entering, and are given an opportunity to LEAVE WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

Diving brainstorming.

I will be in church Sunday morning.

The pastor isn't a faggot.

and there aren't any bad bitches there to distract me.

the piano compels.

and the lead organist is humble

Something from last night.

I am DEFINITELY facing an ego death.

Pretty sure I know what it is.

The hourglass dips...

~!Jr.!~

Bound to Christ via pitchfork...

My lil homie Ben Jayne came through for service and a jam session after church. I got there, rocked out on the keys, and was blessed by the sermon. Pastor Otis basically said, know what you're praying for and what to pray for, because people are out to strip you of your blessing(s)... like Jacob and Esau.

Such is what I've been telling 6z for a GOOD minute. Literally, they struck back. Beelzebub seduced Pastor Otis. Lucifer blew his mind. Satan accompanied the sermon TO THE WORD. Damien posed as a minister. Still, he held on. 

We are currently post-Sunday service, at my apartment. Ben is loading up his MacBook, Marquis is loading up the bowl, and I'm drunk and blogging, as we went to the neighborhood liquor store to celebrate God's mighty works. Who knows what we'll cook up? All I know is, because of who I am, I remain neutral in the war for my soul. Bear in mind that I have dibs on a FEW souls...

Stay tuned.

~!Jr.!~

The Fork In The Road

Let's get right into it.

The Bible vs. Tarot

I start with what I know most and best. Tarot. Tarot has never lied to me, never deceived me, never pulled a fast one, anything of the sort. In fact, I can think of several instances where Tarot revealed imminent danger/discomfort, and provided a way out. I don't always reveal my Tarot/magic related victories. But yes. Tarot, coupled with sheer discipline, has been a beacon of light for me.

Long story short, The Bible got me through this most recent incarceration. I FOCUSED on my reading of it. Connected dots. Submitted, even. Upon release, there have been many God-driven divine moments. The halfway house was Christ Centered Ministries, prayer removed an enemy from my dwelling, God is putting it upon the hearts of my StarChasers to donate to me... only God.

Both are real (Bible, Tarot). BOTH require devotion. Can't be used at the same time or in conjunction. I've tried. God is present in my life. I will and can never deny it at this point. But God acknowledges my hyperactive (read: psychic) mind.

So do The Devils.

So does The Devil.

I can't pick and choose evil, and good is inexperienced. I feel like Blade (something I've said before). More like Constantine. I may have to watch that movie again. I think that's my next movie venture. Safe to say, King Kiwi and I are done with Star Trek. Either that, ....nah. I can only watch Star Trek w Snoop.

Bear with me as I literally struggle with a psychic instrument and a spiritual weapon.

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Low register, "Star Magic" might be a fave CH OAT record. I almost shed a few tears listening to it with y'all the other night. Caught myself. 

Feel it. It's there for you to feel. 

Pause, if need.

~!Jr.!~

my latest live.

 

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Nothing new to report. God is still real, God is still good, God is still on my side... despite who I am and THINK I am. I plan to go live more often, but I'm working on a few passion projects that I don't want to tip anyone off to. I AM SURE that everyone will enjoy it, even with the notion that everyone can't be pleased by the same thing. 

This is something that StarChasers have been asking for, going on 16 years.

Alas, 16.

Stay tuned, y'all.

~Jr.~

"Mixed by Tony..."

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That's me to the left, sitting next to my new favorite engineer (sorry, Alejandro).

Meet Tony "Tha Carpenter" Newbury.

Hailing from New Jersey, Tony drove from out east to the west IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWSTORM, just to chase his dreams. Initially, he was supposed to be staying with me until he got on his feet, but Young Chip was here and they got into it. Tony ended up finding a place to stay and got good grounding for himself out here. Every so often, he'll stop by and we'll play our new tracks for each other. I produced a lil project for him.

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"$omething New", now available on all streaming platforms.

In the middle of producing this project, we chopped it up about mixing. I'm very leery about who I let touch my vocals, but as you'll hear from the mixing on "$omething...", Tony is a bit of a sound master. He asked if he could mix some of my music. Once I heard the mixes in HIS stuff, I was IMMEDIATELY pumped to hear his mixes on my production.

"T. H. E. (The Hamilton Experience)" is mixed by Tony "Tha Carpenter" Newbury. 
And it's coming soon.

And it's follow-up is even meaner!

Shouts to you, Tony New!
May we continue to lock in and do what it do!

~!Jr.!~

Baddie's Love

I remember... recently... I was having a conversation with Baddie (too late to *drKiwi* she...) about my music. I asked her if she liked a particular song. She said "yeah, but I don't think my love is what you're looking for". It caught me off guard, as with everything she said. I started to wonder about the type of love I've received and the type of love I would need, to quell the inner beast of #perfection. I ended up at 2 points...

First, I would like to disagree with her/you. A female showing interest (in the positive) towards my music/poetry would mean the world to me. Probably why I don't have too many female StarChasers (to my knowledge), because it would DEFINITELY go to my head and the music would DEFINITELY be impacted. 

Second, to agree with Baddie is to accept that the mostly macho love I get from Hip-Hop is to be expected. And for me NOT to be super macho and STILL get the love from the beloved meatheads of Hip-Hop is a feat by itself. I would like to believe that I brought out the vulnerabilities of Hip-Hop and made it something to shine about. Yes, there is a Kanye before me, but even that's in question (#iykyk). Basically, I made it cool to be yourself, so long as you respect the culture.

Since I started going to church (courtesy of Chris Rivera), I have been encountered with a type of love that is strangely foreign to me: God's Love. God said "come as you are"... well, the church says it. The Bible says "All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." (John 6:37 KJV) God understands my hangups with the world. From grooming to dooming. I want peace, I am a natural rebel. 

Funny story.
According to Grandma and Uncle G, they used to tease Mom for me getting in trouble for doing the same things she did in school. Apparently, she was a KILLER with the clarinet. Like, me on piano = mom on clarinet. And she would smoke her weed/cigs and entertain her friends by playing clarinet THE FUNKIEST. 

Basically, if God can love me beyond and passed the sins I DON'T confess to (as well as the ones I do), all I can do is love (with His love) any and all I come in contact with. I am NOT God to judge anyone (though I am rather homophobic, as soft as I can be), and I am not a judge to be God (I respect the goings on in the streets; I just want to be covered from it). God showed me love in times and places where love was not only a thing of the past, but a catalyst for you get destroyed. And all I EVER want to do, IS love. I guess that's why *drKiwi* and I were ...actually rather safe in *drKiwi*'s apartment. I tried to warn her that it's hostile ground there, but she toughened her skin and STILL managed to be a lady.

I won't forget you, *drKiwi*.

You either, Baddie. 
I'll *drKiwi* you another time.

I do have a new notebook.
I have been writing.
I don't like writing anymore.

No one's fault.

If I'm going to write, I gotta do it my way.

I have a rhythm to my songwriting (since 2014, to be exact), and the tedious process of writing eats away at it. That being said, enough StarChasers have requested it, so I'll work on some stuff in the meantime.  

In the meantime, you're reading my writing now.

Consider the sources.

~!Jr.!~

Gynophobia, squared

I have a notorious history of talking about my random escapades with women. My thing was, I was actually doing what you hear rappers talking about, in monogamous relationships with beautiful women from any of the 5 boroughs. And because the premise was it was between me and them, they didn’t really mind. 

A few things came to mind to stop that type of thinking. 

One of which is named Tomorrow.

I can see niggas like YoungBoy licking their chops at the thought of me having a daughter. I spoiled her from the sack… which means someone or something can come from behind with the sneak attack! lol spoken like a true crackhead, I know.

The other reason, just as valid… I can’t be wasting my seed like that. I need to be able to recall my memories, as that’s where my musicianship is stored. Your right ball is where your memory/identity is stored. Your left ball ain’t going anywhere, but you really can’t get nowhere with it. I guess out of depression I started bussin out my rightey. Shit, I almost lost it doing something gay (the consequence of such). 

God provided me an escape and forgave me, so I can never betray He. He’s working with me, as far as being Goth. If I could bring you to the light, THROUGH THE DARKNESS, mission complete.

“Fuck with your boy. (Yeah!)” (Juelz)

~Jr.~

Bet It All (peace, Max!)

I need to get back into my cocky bag. I think people forgot that, I don't get acclaim NOT because the music sucks, but because I ALREADY KNOW IT. And THEY, the critics, know it too. But yo. Drugs, alcohol, women, the streets... they all got to me. I didn't know who to trust or how to trust. I just know that I saw some Disclosure Day level shit in the last 15 or so years that led me to needing to react, right then and there.

I wish I had known that I don't need to go knuckle-for-knuckle with ANYONE for the clout (if you will) I am looking for. I want to be a Gothic combination of Rick Astley and ?uestlove. That white, that soulful, laying low after a few hits.

While Chris Rivera was here, I did a mix of ALL eras of my music. In one of the songs, I dead ass said "I am kinda wack to me...". I meant it in an #iykyk kind of way, actually WAITING for ANYONE to call me out on it. Maybe it was the weed, but the line hit me wrong. Rivera, StarChasers, I'm not wack. And that wack that I am, I am, to protect you from. 

Can you dig it?

Holla at ya Most Wanted List member!

~!Jr.!~

Alumni Day 2026 (FDA)

 

Starchasers!!!

Charles and I just had an elatious 2.5 weeks together.

A friend of mine flew him to Chicago, and he spent a week out here watching movies (his favorite is Backrooms), eating pizza, BBQ, and Chinese, playing Sonic Frontiers and WWE 2K26, and of course, making some beats.

Then he and I flew back to Cali for a little 10-day vacation where we smoked about a half pound of Cali's finest, ate at 3 different burger joints, went to Hollywood, I got him to peddle me on a swan boat, he went to church, and we ended the extended week with a trip to the strip club!! We turnt up for sure. I’ll include pictures.

(as included on the blog:)

Now with all that being said, Charles really, really wants to go to his high school reunion come December and we may need a little help funding it. Tickets there and back are about $500, and you know we don’t want him going there broke, so I’m starting the GoFundMe at $1000. If it kicks off, I may raise it to about $1500 just so he has a little more. But he’s super excited. So let’s make this happen for him!!

2 other updates:

1: I’ve talked him down, and rumors have it, he is going to be picking the pen up again soon and getting back to the times of songs being on that upper echelon that he spoiled us with before he decided to school us without the pen.

2: He went to church again yesterday, and before I left, the pastor came to his house and told me if Charles shows up Saturday for choir practice, Charles can play for the church Sunday!! So let’s encourage him to do the right thing and get him on track. The pastor said they’re looking for a new minister of music and would love to build the church with Charles. Even offered him the church to host an OPEN MIC NIGHT on Saturdays to get his music out and teach the youth…

Anyway, y'all see the progress and the happiness. Charles is making strides out here and it’d be awesome of us to help him get to his FDA reunion this December. With that being said, thank you all for your time and once again, thank you, Charles, for everything.

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Thank you, Chris Rivera. Your efforts have not gone unnoted, Peace be unto you.

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Mother Theresa, 50% done.

Special shouts to Lou Nice and Squid Nice. Stray Dogs shit. They send love and salutations to all readers of this blog.

!!Jr!!

The Art of Rhetoric

(from wiki)

Rhetoric is the art of persuasion. It is one of the three ancient arts of discourse (trivium) of classical antiquity, along with grammar and logic/dialectic. As an academic discipline within the humanities, rhetoric aims to study the techniques that speakers or writers use to inform, persuade, and motivate their audiences.sa Rhetoric also provides heuristics for understanding, discovering, and developing arguments for particular situations.

Aristotle defined rhetoric as "the faculty of observing in any given case the available means of persuasion", and since mastery of the art was necessary for victory in a case at law, for passage of proposals in the assembly, or for fame as a speaker in civic ceremonies, he called it "a combination of the science of logic and of the ethical branch of politics". Aristotle also identified three persuasive audience appeals: logos, pathos, and ethos. The five canons of rhetoric, or phases of developing a persuasive speech, were first codified in classical Rome: invention, arrangement, style, memory, and delivery.

From Ancient Greece to the late 19th century, rhetoric played a central role in Western education and Islamic education in training orators, lawyers, counsellors, historians, statesmen, and poets.

(also from wiki)

In rhetoric, antanaclasis (/æntəˈnækləsɪs, ˌæntænəˈklæsɪs/; from the Greek: ἀντανάκλασις, antanáklasis, meaning "reflection", from ἀντί anti, "against", ἀνά ana, "up" and κλάσις klásis "breaking") is the literary trope in which a single word or phrase is repeated, but in two different senses. Antanaclasis is a common type of pun, and like other kinds of pun, it is often found in slogans.

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Could the technique of Tha G Code (exhausting a word or phrase) be seen as *merely* rhetoric? I been using it since around 2015 (got put on by Lupe; peace!), and DOVE INTO IT around 2018. That rage carried into living with *drKiwi*, and likely is why I attacked *drKiwi*. 

I'd hate to be wrong about the most fun I've had in my entire life creatively. Rivera is INSISTING that I go back to writing. There are more generations that need theme songs for their everyday life. It appears he's tired of listening to CH fight music and wants music to *step* to. I WANT to give him what he wants. I just want to do it WHEN I WANT TO. A lot is lined up (future wise), and I can't just cater to him all day. That said, Chris Rivera is awesome. 

And can see.

~!Jr.!~