dramatic lighting.

ugh.
getting older isn't exactly expert.
you get weird knees,
or missing pieces,
or mystery weather-dependent aches and pains.....
sh!t falls apart when you use it a lot.
and it changes color and shape and texture, too.
it's a hard style,
all this slowly transforming into something worse.
but it's not all bad, though, either-
i mean,
sure,
it's nice that age, experience, and information
all combine to create a great big impressive catalog of wisdom.
y'heard?
wisdom.
like,
if you're trying hard, and paying attention, and knowing stuff?
yup.
all of a sudden it swirls around and around,
and then it all gels into some pretty rad concentric concentrations
of overlapping spirit and memory,
creating interconnected orbits of intellect-activated insight,
foresight, and site-specific warrior poetry.
yeah.
that's real.
and there's the trade-off, neighbors.
you get more and more busted up
and broken down as time travels into the future,
but if you're doing what you are supposed to,
all that past tense tension transforms into vast back-catalogs
of historical reference and deference and inference,
the then the whole inside of your head goes to eleven.
the only problem is-
the outside of your head pays the price for it.
luckily for us,
black and white photo documentation saves the day.
huh?
oh, it's true.
monotone portraits make most uglies look more interesting.
and that's good news.
all the gray and white sprouting and spurting inside my skull
has been leaking into my few remaining follicles.
real talk.
and that's why i'm putting filters on my F*ing face, friends.
yeah!
stay ugly, stay dope?
uh-huh......i'm on it.
check the grayscale-type teleport:

mmmhmmm.
helping barbarians look better since before color showed up.
don't believe me?
here's the original:

ugh.
see?
grizzled wizard salts and peppers,
and a forehead that will eventually touch the crop circle in the back.
staying dope is compulsory,
since the rest isn't just staying ugly,
it's reaching untold heights in the all-time-low department.
hahaha.
wisdom.
that means knowing that the worse it gets the better i am,
because that's what garrulous gandalfy go-getters do.
there's always more,
and too much is the right amount.
i'm reppin' that careworn and distinguished anguish-type flavor.
older and wiser after all this time,
and looking it.
it's all really happening,
and i'm grateful for every long night, cold winter, and tough call
that led up to all of this-
it's real life documentarianism,
and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....