Alright, so check it. I really messed myself up. I stayed up until like 6 AM in the morning, and at the end of it I was tripping balls like I was hyper and playing word-racer with Damon. The first game was cutting it pretty close, especially because I usually slaughter dudes like . . . it's just really bad. Ask Roger, he's felt the sting of the word-blade. Cynthia too.
So I mean, I'm usually a beast at it and Damon's over here crowding my nook and shit. So we played against and I have to say that the score was a little more comfortable the second time around. I reminded the foolish mortal that Mt. Olympus is not a place for him and his ilk. He slunk back to the shadows from whence he slunk and I sipped on my various cups of ambrosia.
Alright, so then I wake up at its noon so I've only slept like six hours. Usually that’s not that bad. Usually I can groove on that for a good while but I haven't been sleeping that well the past couple of days. My insomniac periods are the bane of my existence. They fuck with my circadian rhythms so hard, but they're so useful for hitting hot peaks of voluminous learning.
So then today I'm just chilling, cause that's how I be doing it. A friend of mine came over from Queen's and I showed him some rather hilarious Grind Time rap battles. Then he left and around 6 PM a friend of mine, named Keith, drove me over to a mutual friend's, Lorenzo, apartment. There we spent some time talking about atomic particle arrangements, energy frequencies and vibration states. And about the origin of thought as well.
We also chilled and did a little rap cipher, first to some beats and then acapella. It lasted for a while so I don't know if I should say "little" cipher, but we aren't professionals. We were having fun and coming up with some pretty dope spits, as they say.
I showed Keith some of the rap battles too because apparently I have to rep Grind Time to death. I appreciate their lyricism. So much more innovative and refreshing when compared to Smack rappers and shit. Rediscovered my love for Tonedeff as well. I was showing Keith who I thought had one of the best technically perfect styles. Like just flawless technique, and it had me bumping immediately.
I think I am going to refer to my earlier post and listen to some of the movingest classical music again. Barber of Seville gets me feeling like a mad scientist, just creating life and shit.
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