"the bk gypsy" is almost upon us..

recording for the project will be done by the middle of February, just in time for the season of lovers..

I'm so proud of the work that Mr. Graham & I have put forth so far; still a ways to go, but my excitement level is outta here..

soon you'll know what a BK GYPSY sounds like, but for now you can see what it looks & feels like by clicking here..

cheers, and thank you for visiting my lil' place in space.. ;)

R

ring em up homie!!

one word: coppin!!!

the perfect orgasm part I (the pleasure principle)

so you want the best that life has to offer, do you?
prefer the "estate" over the lil' house on a prairie?
the "timepiece" instead of a time-x?
the status symbol driving machine
as opposed to the "lil' hoopty" u were thinking about picking up at an auction?

I bet you're shoppin' for the closest thing to the "movie portrayal" mate too, huh?

well...

nothing wrong with desiring any of those things
heck. there's nothing wrong with pursuing them, for that matter
but my question to you is...

what amount of pain are you willing to subject yourself to in order to attain the pleasure of acquiring them?

the perfect orgasm is a most beautiful thing...

it is, in my humble opinion, one of the greatest and most mysterious inventions that God has ever graced upon humankind
yes. that's how I'm feeling right now
so if you are not an adult, &/or the squeamish type, please see yourself to the exit door of my blog right now..

this is grownups only talk right here..

now where were we?
ah yes...

the perfect orgasm is quite literally like no other thing that this earth has to offer, & when it is right, it satisfies every fiber of your being, to the point of the ethereal, & with an intensity that is absolutely peerless in this world and I'm sure in many others too.. lol

now I can sit here and ramble on, (trust me) extolling the virtues of the perfect orgasm, but that actually isn't the point of this post

I'd much rather examine the deep-seeded (no pun) relationship between the perfect orgasm, & our own pursuit of happiness.

some of us toil each and every day to make ends meet
some of us live for the love of money and material things
some of us even collect nostalgic pieces throughout the course of our lives
but when we ask ourselves the question: "how am I, really?"
the truthful answer is seldom: "absolutely satisfied!"

The answer lies in the DNA, if you will, of the perfect orgasm

locked inside of the P.O. is the absolutely flawless balance of pain & pleasure
hmmn, I guess opposites really do attract after all, don't they?
that amazing feeling is not the same as a tickle, or a massage
these things can be great, but they're rarely in the same conversation as the P.O.
this epiphany hit me in the shower, of all places, as I was rewinding time and pondering some of my most amazing, err, ummm, you know... (blush,blush)

now I don't know about you, but if I look at the world, & how densely populated it is, I can only surmise that there are quite a few people who would tend to agree with me on this topic,
and if that's the case, then I think its certainly something that we ought to give just a bit more thought to!

preferrably after the act, of course..

If I were to sum up this first of my 2 part examination of the P.O. and how it relates to life, I would do it like this:

everything that is worth anything comes from a perfect balance of pain & pleasure.
if life hurts too much, then it becomes practically unbearable
but if everything is all positive, all of the time, then would we not be in danger of desensitizing ourselves?
I'm just saying.
both states, when unbalanced, have resulted in crushed empires, ruined marriages, and scores of suicides

But what if we learned to apply the principle of pleasure that is only found in the perfect orgasm to the rest of our life?

hmmn, hmmn, hmmn..


to be continued...

attention is one hell of a drug

far be it for me to attack her in a public forum for ultimately being nothing more than a confused child
strung out for attention like those who endure the darkest night for just another "hit"
she knows she ain't gettin' that "puree"
but she craves it anyway, because as she puts it: "something is better than nothing..."
almost got tangled in that web, can't front
shit, I might still have a strand or two dangling from my sleeve
no shame in trying
but my integrity would not allow me to be her next fool
guess I was a lil' too real, huh? or should I say pure, as in "pu-ree"?
a fiend always needs the "hit" to be right enough to mask their pain, but wrong enough to keep them, u know...

fiendin'

& all this hollow talk about "what kind of girl she really is"?

ha..

well I certainly don't doubt that in some deep, dark corner of her soul lies a princess in chains You know the kind: - dirty dress - mascara tears - crown jewels strewn across some dungeon floor just absolutely aching to be rescued

for what?
so she can dust herself off and f*ck the first half-blood prince she sees? (this is the part where I insert one of those silly, but ever popular social web acronyms like: "lmfao")

na hun, not me...

you can lay in that bed you made all u want, or at least until you learn the true definition of a woman.
til then, you can bet your bottom dollar that my bed stays warm every single night
sleeping like a much-loved baby, & living my waking hours like the absolute King that I am...

hey, at least you've been immortalized, no? isn't this what you always wanted? attention?

front for the cameras, but only you & I know what's real...

- fin

do u know what these are??? (cue evil laugh)

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are you willing to teach up and coming producers the craft or do you go by "the game is to be sold not told"

I would be happy to teach. Teaching is one of the things I do best. Integrity reigns supreme..

Ask me anything

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avoiding trainwrecks... (via moblog)

There truly is nothing on earth quite as powerful as a choice. Choices can burn cities to the ground and also deliver life to the "lifeless"

Last night I got off of a train that I was somewhat of a passenger on. When ur a passenger, u are at the mercy of others. Sometimes others don't realize that they are headed for an epic trainwreck & it then becomes the sole responsibility of the passenger to "intervene". Unfortunately, intervention can get u left a ways off from home.

But that's okay...

better to take a long walk,

clear ur head,

refocus...

and then hop back onto "ur own life" and go everywhere that u always wanted to be...

I was at : 1472-1490 Broadway, New York, NY 10036,

let it go...

Sometimes we have to do things that sting us a lil' bit...

Immunizations

Nasty Medicines

Special Diets

Awkward Conversations

Obeying Corrupt Systems of Law & Government

Facing & Accepting The Truth About Ourselves

and many other things like:

Letting Go...

We are all said to be made in the image of God, & that is usually something that we take comfort in, especially when it conveniences us. Accepting this notion makes us feel "bigger" and more important, like true heirs to His throne, like our lives mean so much more than what we were ever taught to think, but what if we took a moment to analyze ourselves against His true nature?

What would we see if we looked deeper into ourselves in order to piece together exactly what "God Code" inhabits & shapes our minds & hearts?

I understand that cosmic questions like these can be confusing, and even burdensome, but I have been absolutely overwhelmed to find that I just might have identified a strand of "God DNA" in me.

Stay with me. I'm really not crazy.. (not that crazy, at least)

I have always had a soft spot in my life for broken things. I never threw away my messed up toys. I would play with them no matter what shape they were in, and I would even go so far as to try to mend them in my "toy hospital." My mom would secretly remove them from my toy box and trash them to make room for new ones, and I would always wonder, sadly, where my broken toys had gone.

Stay with me, because this is where things might get a lil' weird if u don't pay attention.

What I'm trying to say is that I never placed that desire to love broken things in my own heart. I was just a baby, then a lil' boy and for as long as I can remember, it was right there; just as much a part of me as my hair, or eye color, embedded in me like the pigment of my skin & the shape of my nose.

But...

If I didn't place that "nature" within myself, then who did? I know plenty of people who seek to prey on broken things. It would only be logical to surmise that if a bird is unable to fly, that it will eventually fall victim to a harsh reality of some sort. I try hard not to judge, because yeah, I was taught to be merciless by the streets that reared me. I went against that "God Nature" so many times in my life & never once flinched at the things that I was doing because: "it wasn't my fault." I was a "product" of a certain type of "conditioning".

The problem with that theory, is that it was all b.s.

The reality is, however, that I AM created in a supernatural image, by a Supernatural Being, & He who created me loves broken things too. He fixes us when we're in pieces, and mends our wings so we can fly again.

Now here's the craziest part..

He does ALL of this knowing full well that once we are restored, we will turn from Him, walk away and eventually run back to the things that broke us in the first place.

Wooow...

So He lets us go, and it stings Him in ways that we could never begin to imagine. He doesn't fix us up begrudgingly. He doesn't throw us into a box and ship us straight to Hell. He just heals us, stands us up, and gently lets us go.

Well...

If the Most High, who created the Heavens & the Earth can let me go to live as I please & make choices that can potentially hurt me, then I can certainly let go of the beautiful broken vessels that I have tried to fix along the way.

But sometimes it stings...

I just wanna take some time out to thank Him for making me this way; not weak at all, NO, but so strong; strong enough to love, let go, and most of all believe that I can do it again, and again, and again and...

bits of a song written live on Twitter (inspired by her)

she tried reaching for my hand, but she was "venus de milo", time hadn't been so sweet, yeah, she was broken but fly tho..

said: "I know u feelin' pain, gotta put it aside tho. She just looked @ me and sighed with those beautiful eyes...Ohhh.

what I would do to provide her, with all the pretty things to wake the lil' girl inside her...