The music is different here. The vibrations are different. Not like Planet Earth. Planet Earth sounds of guns, anger, frustration.There will be no one from Planet Earth we could talk to who would understand. We’ll set up a colony for black people here. See what they can do on a planet all their own, without any white people there. They would drink in the beauty of this planet. It would affect their vibrations, for the better, of course. Another place in the universe, up in the different stars. That would be where the alter-destiny would come in. Equation-wise – the first thing to do is to consider time as officially ended. We’ll work on the other side of time. We’ll bring them here through either isotopicteleportation, transmolecularization of better still, teleport the whole planet through music.

afrofuturism

i recently visited a small record shop chain in tokyo which smelled of gold, everything that my fingers could touch was a new heartbreaker for me. tears and smiles have almost the same soundtracks.

… My whole body changed into something else. I could see through myself. And I went up …

I wasn't in human form … I landed on a planet that I identified as Saturn …

They teleported me and I was down on [a] stage with them.
They wanted to talk with me.
They had one little antenna on each ear. A little antenna over each eye.
They talked to me.

They told me to stop [attending college] because there was going to be great trouble in schools … the world was going into complete chaos … I would speak [through music], and the world would listen. That's what they told me.

hello coconuts

first attempt to add some music to the blog! a little mix of music i listen to since long long time and still not bored of it

artwork by Manuel Ocampo (+)

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