These small communiqués are essential for maintaining some semblance of my mental agility, which can be almost impossible to recognize when left to wallow willy-nilly around the soup of my mind. Tangible thoughts become as evasive as rare birds, the only proof of their existence being blurred snapshots as they dart between the sporadic ideas and anti-ideas of a touring musician. Rendering my thoughts in the written word provides concrete evidence that my brain is still functioning.
Nick Allbrook 
Gang Starr - You Know My Steez
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untitled by Baso Fibonacci on Flickr.

untitled by Baso Fibonacci on Flickr.

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