About Rap Music

I’ve been thinking about rap music for a long time.  My Darling Nikki loves rap music because she took care of a little man that was taking care of his little brothers and sisters while their young mother was in trouble or something or other….

There was, and I hope still is, Grandma, God bless her, taking care of a lot of little kids.

..and the little man liked rap music, so they would hang out and watch Yo MTV Raps! on television while he waiting for this or that.. and she got to know him and he got to know her… and she just adopted him into her heart.

And they were loyal.  They were loyal to the bone.  What was said between them, in private, was not necessarily otherwise discussed.  Trust and loyalty and truth and honor were and are everything.

Blood is thicker than water.

But we build crypts to honor those who meant a bunch to us.

Is your association with your neighbor because he was kind to you or because you shared a sammich or a couple of genetic twists?

Is your loyalty to your neighbor because he lives next to you?

Is that AIR YOU ARE BREATHING, NEO?

We are choice.  We are our choices.  We are gods of our own little universe between our ears.  What we say goes and always goes and will forever always go (on) between our ears.

We are the Captain Commander Sir Mama Dip Stick of this machine we call Meat.

Why is there a full sized Doctor Who replica for time traveling with a little Doctor Who standing inside looking out and peeking and being cute, and British, and saying Hi ho?  Wait, Vonnegut said Hi ho.  He’s bad ass American hero.   But I hear that obvious atheist, Douglas Adams, when I hear Doctor Who say Hi  ho out his replicant’s ass, time permitting, TARDIS fart.

David, you asshole, you idol worshiper, you collector of all things you love (and I love you for it) I love the things you love because we all wrote the things you love.  Yes, it’s intricate.  It’s very particular.  I’m (Joe Winett) never going to bother to read that book you were talking about.. I don’t need to read it to learn how to write better books… I just sit down and type, MOTHER FUCKER.

I’m not trying to embarrass David.

I love David.

David helped me with a programming problem I was having trouble figuring out when I wanted to create a computer bulletin board system called THE PLASMATIC BBS for Commodore 64.

I’m not going to tell the whole story right now.

I have spent nearly a decade thinking about ways to manage all this information and profit from these stories and whittle out a living and provide for my family and be prepared for the future and do what is right, and noble, and sane, and thought out, and practiced, and tried and true, and medically necessarily and ethical and whatever or not…

Fuck you, I’m driving with my butt.