The vision is akin to lott of others past and present. It flows through us it leads us to places to extinguish and implode. I turned it off. That pleasure of not knowing. Who we follow and why them.
https://babarluck.bandcamp.com/track/real-men-dont-cry
I weep easily. I can not hold those tears. It simply is not for me to do. Sometimes we write tears instead of weeping. It it is a tradition of subterfuge. The point of the pen and paper the keyboard and the black lines in whatever formation. In our Animal kingdoms.
https://babarluck.bandcamp.com/track/animal-kingdoms-2
Chester Himes was not the good guy or the kool bad guy. He did his time. But not in the way one would accept. A form of serendipity salvaged his career. He would have wrote anyway in some shape or form. As writers must write whether in obscurity or in the spotlight.
https://babarluck.bandcamp.com/track/they-dont-live-that-lifestyle
The artist above is Griffi. She makes these things goes with a flow…symmetry and the use of variant disciplines. A link to her internet link…I think artist’s like she would do the art with or without internet.
https://www.instagram.com/griffi2468/
A song for the like of her ilk
https://babarluck.bandcamp.com/track/cities-that-never-sleep-2
Hand to hand there I am. Somewhere black hands and those rainbow birds like in a Dream time. There is you and I and our whole family. Joy’s tears and laughter.
We know till everybody is free no one can be free.
Chk the song above from our youtube channel and the vids section of this website…
Hitt us up for shows in obscure and other venues and suchlike we are around….
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