for my boy ‘Los

 

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Sam (is Dead)

Tyler, The Creator; Domo Genesis; Hodgy Beats

The Of Tape Vol. 2

Theraflu

Ye & Khaled. This is tits!

DJ Khaled – Theraflu (feat. Kanye West)

And I’ll admit, I fell in love with Kim
‘Round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him
Well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing
Lucky I ain’t have Jay drop ‘im from the team

Atlantic – Pacific – Arizona

~Written in a hazy, sleep-deprived state, somewhere over the Atlantic, or Pacific, or Arizona perhaps? I drifted in and out of consciousness and existence for two days of merciless altitudes and terminals~

At this point I’ve completely lost all concept of time. Days, minutes, hours, seconds – altitudes, speeds, temperatures – local times, arrival times. Destinations. Departures. Desolation. The cold realisation of solitude, sandwiched between two people and a hastily stashed tray-table.  Where am I? When am I?

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The concept of home seems so foreign to me right now. My home is in Adelaide, but I haven’t been there in so long. My home is in Ranger; a town I despise, full of people I adore. My home was just in Paris, with my brother and sister – a true sign of love. My home is in my heart, which lies in El Paso – the magnitude of what she holds unbeknownst to her; its protector. My soul lies somewhere between these places, thrown around as haphazardly as myself and my luggage as we drift in and out of turbulence, making less and less sense…

 

In Transit (again)

PAR-DAL-LAX-MEL-ADL

27/12 – 29/12

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The sun blocks my view

Glaring, I strive to achieve

But no emergence