Sometimes I think in hiphop, rhyme or DR seuss for hours on end. Often, the easiest way for me to remember a thing or get organised, is to unleash cyclones around it. (I clean in a frenzy, I plan in full colour 3D, and I write shopping lists in my internal heads up display. This is just a snippet of thought as I listen to some music. It runs to a pretty wicked, heavy base beat with pan flutes and scissor strings. The rythm cuts in hard, and echoes out again like the doppler effect of a circular highway, echoing off and old dead tree. Here tis

Pulln the feignin', lacing and raining
the soul finds wings through words created
not reigned in.
with thought bomb drum beats, im playin this game and
reality bends with faces unweighted and de-blaming.
Soul-sing don't shape shift, its the true source of creating
Groans and utters form sounds
that the mind decodes and layers in..
before original sins starts, and the heart gets enslaved in
cause and effects that had no beginning, no middle and no end
just gotta get break orbit, lose mind and your life you will find again..
in new moves that you make, and new ideas that you type and send.

sometimes words stream forth from me like a geyser. It makes the most sense to me, when I understand the whole picture. At even other moments, I've noticed that I can sing the echoes, sounds and even ideas of others around me. I just step outta my head for a minute, and then I let the words through. Damn there's so much we could do with our brains if only we tried! Man I have fun being me.