JACK

In the BASEMENT flat

Balham

Long way from Home

 

JACK: ~Just Another Confused Kid

 

Mixing it up like a cut throat Che-mist in the Gue-vara gorilla red star delight of the revolution already grasped from the twin towers of the West…slap underground the Basement Jaxx flair musically turns the head of the Jedi stair…case Seven Heaven.

 

Creating rap music cos he never dug disco the Jewpitter patter of Neptunes sister creating a space for the underground human race in his own head space

 

I am Jack I live in the flat underground with my greenbacks

I hoard my wealth in the times of stealth I make ends meet

I like to move my sluggish feet

I am Jack I am blackened by her perfect red, white and blue…

I am Jack Green Gold, Red, Blue and Black.

 

Feeling change on the street the summers back and the people sting in the eye of the needle, threading through in the tune of you, I swing this baseball bat in the Red Indian, Yellow Mandarin and Green I toil and toll the colours you’ve seen while still the child who dreams through the ephemeral patterns of the evolving evil-live dream children learn and teach yourself to dream…

HI all you beautiful living people. I just wanted to insert this little piece into my Greenzulu writings as I continue to have moral dilemma’s as to what  I am trying to do here and whether or not what I write is Truth. I am a very mutable person born under the sign of the fish (which is represents the Christian way) and therefore have continuing issues with regards to scriptures and especially things like symbolism found within the Bible regarding revelations. Now I know a lot of you hear such words and being intelligent and intellectual, dismiss them as being either totally ludicrous or being that of stories written by men for men to help them feel better about themselves. So anyway just to clear up a few things for myself and well the imaginary world I live in I do believe people in general are feeling something that may be Coke induced boldness or the mere interference of cellular technology, but a simple inbred inborn fear factor as to how to LIVE as paranoid aggression forms in the third eye blinding us within our shells of watery flesh, slipping and sliding our ways though society and life, letting ourselves bake as we all stare blindly at the sun, waiting for it to explode whilst we forget about the small and simple interactions we have on a level of understanding and appreciation for one another, the unique intrinsic beauty in life, light and nature, for in our unborn state are we not but pure potential energy in its purest angel like form, ready and yet unawares as to the vessel to take us through the sea of reeds and into the Kingdom in the Sky.

“I’m trying to let go of maybe, well maybe is just so very interesting oh what a thing”

 

Lyrics of a  Totally madd MC 
What now come on invision IT…


Memes of positivity screaming out at me as a sit here and bust this baby to the maximum, up the CP, crazy chemistry busting out my special vessel, Inspiring a rainbow under gravities, pull of the beautiful blue lagoon Max Normal sormal with the SA products rather than entering the Tevilisie, the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, my little vege patch grows and I cut up my dreadlocks and tease out the bounce for the mans in the ring ounce for ounce. Still all I feel is this crazy brace, taking with it my evil face, flip side, heavens digrace. So are you ready to let go for now my Voice ignites in my box and all the heads in the room, pop pop pop-et al rocking the crop krushed and sorted if yu thinking of memes, whatever the mind can perceive, it can achieve. .. . Minuature favourite earthlings flirting with disaster once again, breaking beating were all on our feet, off our heads and banging afros reluctant messiahs in worlds with too many prophets and other totally rad fish eagle cries over croc infested lakes of hippos with dreaded fros pulling from his hair a bright red rose, beetrooting what nah that aint no rose that’s just some word prose

Go on read, suck it in, be like a sponge, filter out the bits and let the rest pass though you.... Zen and the Art of MC Maintenance on Q: ALITY 

“You look back at the last three thousand years and with hindsight you think you see neat patterns and chains of cause and effect that have made things the way they are. But if you go back to original sources, the literature of any particular era, you find that these causes were never apparent at the time they were supposed to be operating. During periods of root expansion things have always looked as confused and topsy-turvy and purposeless as they do now. The whole renaissance is supposed to have resulted from the topsy-turvy feeling caused by the discovery of a new world. It just shook people up. The topsy-turviness of that time is recorded everywhere. There was nothing in the flat-earth views of the Old and New Testaments that predicted it. Yet people couldn’t deny it. The only way they could assimilate it was to abandon the entire medieval outlook and enter into a new expansion of reason.

C has become a such a schoolbook stereotype it’s almost impossible to imagine him as a living human being anymore. But if you really try to hold back your present knowledge about the consequences of his trip and project yourself into his situation , then sometimes you can begin to to see that our present moon exploration must have been like a tea party compared to what he went through. Moon exploration doesn’t involve real root expansions of thought.We’ve no reason to doubt that existing forms of thought are adequate to handle it. It’s really just a branch extension of what C did. A really new exploration, one that would look to us today the way the world looked to C, would have to be in an entirely new direction.”

“Like what?”

Like into realms beyond reason. I think present-day reason is an anologue of the flat earth of the medieval period. If you go too far beyond it you’re presumed to fall off, into insanity. And people are very much afraid of that. I think this fear of insanity is comparable to the fear people once had of falling off the edge of the world. Or the fear of heretics. There’s a very close anologue there.

“But what’s happening is that each year our old flat earth of conventional reason becomes less and less adequate to handle the experiences we have and this is creating wide-spread feelings of topsy-turviness. As a result we’re getting more and more people in irrational areas of thought- occultism, mysticism, drug changes and the like- because they feel the inadequacy of classical reason to handle what they know are real experiences.”

Put that in your philosophers pipe and smoke it a little oke

"...Sophie's World and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance strike the initial chords here... the True and False of the philosophical conundrum. My intention is to reflect a kind of indeterminate Quality, through our illusion of reality the creator truth and the way technology has provided a hazy intersection of space and time, the great plays unfold shedding a brand new light..." Toastmaster T