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Track54- Boom-Rang Battlerap

Yo- check it out->
Good on the sidewalk, situation and sphere,
See miles + miles of it
all in my rear,
Guess for you there’s plenty reason to fear
the stacks/stacks of soul gear
brought with me here,

I’m set,
If we were hunting I’d always win,
Like a German Shorthair, on point all time,
You’re just a little crime dog mcgruff
trying to bite my rhyme,

Get your un-thoughtout thoughts out,
No merci see
I’m sick of em’
and their awful taste,
We ought to put a plastic bag round you,
Call you waste,

I’ve got 3 x 3 lives
and a hot wife,
You’re a traffic jam to be near,
Think Everett or Fife,

I’m with it right now,
If you visit my house you’ll see,
Got ladies up all over me
music
and plenty of trees,
Kid please, now for free
I’m a hard core father and
tired of this tease,

So it’s not you it’s me and
I’m just not that into you
and here’s your key back
and don’t call anymore
and
leave me alone
that’s a restraining order so
let me put you away,
got gutters to clean, like yesterday.

Junk out a’ here.

Boom-Rang.
Time.

Pointer

Track 53

All teachers, the best to even the worst I ever had taught me something.
My rap sheet =
BV + AAA +Green River/Walla Walla/Whatcom CC’s + WWU
It’s a blemished/strange/dis-jointed path, at times I wasn’t even paying attention,
and three community colleges not a good look, but for my formal education I’m grateful.
Wouldn’t trade it.

AAA95 (1)

Track 52

-Knock-Knock.

-Who’s there?

-Dave.

-Dave who?

-Dave’s not here man.

Games that fry a four year old head, yet in part preserve my sanity.

PHOTO by Ruth Fremson/The New York Times

Track 51

I’m no doctor, but diagnosed that if I don’t even have a second to spare I’m hardly alive, and if I really truly am starving I’m about to be not alive.

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PHOTO by Moonwater

Track 50

And then sometimes in-between it(s) you get this.

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Track 49

Lot’s going on–> Robin Williams, we sort of just realized this.

Moon and I have a special connection with Popeye, so.

Combine this with her SF memories of seeing him around town or running through the park, sprinkle in some Mork, and toss with Live at the Met (one of the best stand up specials ever). Garnish the recollection with that Vegas show/fundraiser we saw a few years back where he basically did inappropriate things with a water bottle for 45 minutes in various personas all while getting ultra-wealthy folks to bid on island vacations and dinners with Andre Agassi. Uncomfortably brilliant.

I have no idea who he actually was, but we were fans.

Top 5 RW Movies in no/my particular order:

Good Morning Vietnam
Dead Poets Society
Good Will Hunting
Mrs. Doubtfire (reluctantly added though I wish I’d had the guts to go with Cadillac Man)
The Fisher King

popeye

Track 48

When the search dogs cross your fence line thoughts get real basic-like–> no deep questions, just “who’s out there and in here?” When surrounded by a manhunt and a sheriff’s hiding in your ditch you focus fast on kids and forget fast about stuff. And when the chopper stares you down you’re forced to look up into your soul and ask–>

“what are my crimes?”

PHOTO by Neighbor Linda

Track 46

Withrows. I hear the stories–> where we come from, who we are. I feel the stories and some hurt, some heal, some are hi-larious.

And these stories help grow me/we, they have power. Stories somehow all threaded, from those no longer with us to us still around, to the ones yet to come all tangled up. I won’t try to unravel them, just proud to be part of the knot.