“young people, Lord. do they still call it infatuation? that magic ax that chops away the world in one blow, leaving only the couple standing there trembling? whatever they call it, it leaps over anything, takes the biggest chair, the largest slice, rules the ground wherever it walks, from a mansion to a swamp, and its selfishness is its beauty. before i was reduced to singsong, i saw all kinds of mating. most are two-night stands trying to last a season. some, the riptide ones, claim exclusive right to the real name, even though everybody drowns in its wake. people with no imagination feed it with sex—the clown of love. they don’t know the real kinds, the better kinds, where losses are cut and everybody benefits. it takes a certain intelligence to love like that—softly, without props. But the world is such a showpiece, maybe that’s why folks try to outdo it, put everything they feel onstage just to prove they can think up things too: handsome scary things like fights to the death, adultery, setting sheets afire. they fail, of course. the world outdoes them every time. while they are busy showing off, digging other people’s graves, hanging themselves on a cross, running wild in the streets, cherries are quietly turning from greed to red, oysters are suffering pearls, and children are catching rain in their mouths expecting the drops to be cold but they’re not; they are warm and smell like pineapple before they get heavier and heavier, so heavy and fast they can’t be caught one at a time. poor swimmers head for shore while strong ones wait for lightning’s silver veins. bottle-green clouds sweep in, pushing the rain inland where palm trees pretend to be shocked by the wind. women scatter shielding their hair and men bend low holding the women’s shoulders against their chests. i run too, finally. i say finally because i do like a good storm. i would be one of those people in the weather channel leaning into the wind while lawmen shout in megaphones: ‘get moving!” 

— toni morrison

(Source: fuckyeahqueenbeyonce)

words cannot express how proud i am of ta’east. take the time to download my artist’s latest project, ‘The Popular Stranger’.

production: cairo mayeson, ken price, roosevelt, tois de noise

executive produced by ta’east and yours truly (desi finley)

features: BJ the chicago kid, stevie crooks, skeme, kent m$ney, casey veggies, domi young, donye’a g and ahmad

album artwork: phil mao

website design: raydidit

i appreciate each &one of you. you have definitely created the beginning of something magical.

amazing video directed by michael morales! i even got to get my producer on for this production :]

there is a loneliness in this world so great 
that you can see it in the slow movement of 
the hands of a clock. 

people so tired 
mutilated 
either by love or no love. 

people just are not good to each other 
one on one. 

the rich are not good to the rich 
the poor are not good to the poor. 

we are afraid. 

our educational system tells us 
that we can all be 
big-ass winners. 

it hasn’t told us 
about the gutters 
or the suicides. 

or the terror of one person 
aching in one place 
alone 

untouched 
unspoken to 

watering a plant.

- charles bukowski

i sleep with my phone on loud &refuse to even go to the bathroom without it being near me. i haven’t slept in weeks; by 5 pm i’m exhausted &am ready to shut the world out. as always, i’m expected to carry on with business, take care of others and smile through the day. 

please take the time to read and quite possibly donate. as the hours go by, things develop &i become more hopeful. i’ve never been through anything like this and it’s ripping me to shreds.

amazingly enough, we find ways to complain about the things that don’t really matter. this right now… this. this has consumed me. soon we shall have him back.