Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I meet my hero surreal and giggle in the night to myself not knowing. I can't say. I felt the peak and imagined future disappointments. The highest highs drop you the heaviest.

Two weeks later I have new heroes. Captain America calls me chief digs my youth tee talks without restraint and towers over thoughts in me that have surfaced now because it takes a 6 foot 9 L.A. hiphop artist to do something like that.

I start out in black music to find my skinny white sound as gino tells me of teenage riot at nine now busting back sounds on me from a time i didn't care to recollect.

My heroes are wiser than me that's why they wisen me.

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