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Playboi Carti’s Playboi Carti; A Gateway into Creativity
I sat in my highschool music room, crowded with strange bodies and clicking wax pens. My beats blared off the KRK Rokit 7 speakers, and the popular boys performed cringy freestyles to my remedial music production. Many would not give me the time of day if I wasn’t the guy who crafted soundcloud rap beats…
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Bloom
May this precious flower bloom in winter. I have blighted dreams, crippling in nature. I dream of the drink but in reality, The mind will wither; and the body will fail. Complex feelings lost in google translation. The heart guides true and love doesn’t lie. I get lost in club lights and banging bass, But…
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Thorned Vines and Blackberries
The road not traveled often has the ripest blackberries. Just like the bike path behind Lomita, Where I scraped my knee. Even among the ripest berries some remain solemnly sour… From unrightful death, springs: Intersectional webs that bind our unprotected feet for forever, Wading through the tempered and ethereal sand. From the cruelly departed, take…
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RED
To you, blood spilt, is wine – Wine spilt upon the ever grasped goblet. Empty glasses break upon your closed fist, Cheers. You cheer praise, to Power. Our brothers and sisters across the dead sea See only… red. The aqua sea seems to be lost in the red. Red overtakes holy water. A droplet upon…
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Dear Residents of the Perch,*
Uncertain – a gutteral dance upon electric cattle wire Santa Rosa, California Quick steps. My dad told me, “Never give up” I applied myself to the game of bat and ball for eight years… I hated the last season. “See through what you commit to” What reasons, raspberry sweet, Justified… Justified incompetence — the imperative…
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The Mirror at the Bottom of the Bottle
30 painful pennies, 3rd degree burns. 60 purified pennies, My stomach turns. 90 priority pennies, I begin to learn. 180 prestigious pennies, For one more I do yearn. 270 precious pennies, Hidden in the ferns. If granted a replied reprieve, The worm cocoons and weaves it loom. Born a sinner, die a heathen. Rough carpet…
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Fish
You taught me to keep only what you can eat. Don’t keep for the sake of keeping. Always eat what you kill and be thankful. You taught me to pray before forcefully smacking the fish on the head with a bat, crushing its fragile skull and releasing its delicate spirit into the afterlife. “bismillah ir…
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The Times When…
You are a body; autonomous and self empowered. You are a mind; a powerful machine. You are both, and something else. You are also fertilizer; dead but never gone. You are wisdom; imparted during joyous life. You are both, and something in between. Your eyes perceive the world but the world also perceives you. Your…
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The Top Shelf
We start drinking because we are not old enough to drink and we know that. Shoe polish liquor is all we can get our adolescent hands on and it runs like lava down our throats, provoking unexpected tears and unknown words to slip from between our discontent lips. We start drinking because it’s in the…
Gabriel Glasgow 