saturday move makin'.

jimmie & jenny are headed up.
that's word.

when you're wondering what the f* you're doing,
it is important to be aware.
i don't mean in the sense of world calamities and current events,
but aware of the world and your place in it.
i am aware of the where, ya'll.
as in:
where i belong: somewhere, or here and also there;
where i am headed: everywhere and nowhere;
where i have been: someplaces and sometimes.
and where my peoples at: all over, and under, and in between.
everybody belongs to their own world.
i mean,
there is a place for everything, and everything in it's place.....
the hard part is being able to pinpoint the locations of all the every's, the no's and the some's.
the wheres, yo.
if you're making the most of your minutes,
if you're being about the things you're about,
and you're doing it all as hard as you can,
then you're already at where it's at.
even when you smash your face in on your bicycle,
even when you make major mistakes,
even when the harshness is competing with the hottness,
and even when you send japanese crap to your job and f* up some duder's situations,
as long as you were doo-doo'in' it hard, loud, and proud,
the whole mess is a piece of a bigger picture,
a catalyst,
an answer, my friend, blowin' on the winds, of war and change.
if you're doing what you do,
honestly, truthfully, wholeheartedly on the real,
then eventually the rest will all fall into place...
every avalanche starts with a single snowflake, y'heard?
so are you a frosty delicate crystal b!tchbag,
or an earthshakin' groundbreaking devastatin' berserker barbarian abominable snowman?
exactly, yo.
i'm sayin'...

i know i am exactly where i'm supposed to be, and at exactly the right when o'clock for whatever's in store.
i know it, and i don't sweat it because
every day, in every way, i try my damnedest to just be dope.
moves, kids.
you gotta make 'em,


dry weather plays havoc with the mushroom magic of the woods.
there are hundreds of these leathery dog-treat lookin' ones, though.
hot fire and cool evenings,
bread, puppets, and my peoples,
never quiet, never soft.....