The irony of being a writer is that you know how to make hits, what’s even more ironic is when you don’t even write songs yet somehow you produce hits.
I’ve inspired a lot of artists and in turn, I’ve neglected that I’ve been one too.
Since childhood, I’ve been a photographer and a graphic designer. This pushed me to become friends with amazing artists which in turn pushed me into managing artists with all the awareness I attained in business. I spawned DroolIndustries on twitter one day and it was the most fitting name I could think of. Once you master the craft of operating a business, you can see how you can make everything flow in any industry.
What I never expected was a return to Music, Graphic Design, and Photography.
My deepest passions reemerged recently with a frequency that goes unchanged with time. Every inspiration you have seems to settle at your feet waiting for you to grab them and design. With Art, there are so many things that it means. For me, it’s a tattoo that means being free. It’s the most challenging lifestyle one can undertake and most aren’t built for the type of walls you need to maintain to preserve your inner light(s). This means getting in verbal fights and forcing others to pick a side. I’ve dealt with objections so many times, especially when I get to rallying a crew against another and they try to bring me back to the one light, to love one another. I cannot deny they are right to a degree, then I bring up my own counter point that if we forget the past are we not withdrawing it from History?
If we choose to end a timeline and we choose to grow without then the artist knows how to accept these things. He’s seen death more times than he can count. What he does fear is losing everything he works hard for in a moments notice. He realizes how much people have stolen from him when it comes to peace of mind and sometimes he has the ability to go blind with rage, putting retaliation at the fore front of his mind. The artist knows no bounds when it comes to creating miraculous life. He simply observes to determine if he has been right. He takes action and watches the tailwinds flail behind, welcome to the simple yet complex defined mind.
No one gets too close, only those that dare risk it all, simply to find out they’re a muse for it if they withdraw. When an artist chooses a muse he does not go into it with an intention to withdraw, he simply deposits fearlessly until it all falls.
With Art, you always have to read between the lines and refrain from spilling their secrets because those deposits are never made for no reason. When he returns to center he can see all the lies and he has to decide whether he wants to continue a ride.
Nothing is ever too personal for an artist because everything has always been personal. It’s when you try to tear them apart that they decide what will be their next art. They could tear down a man’s life for simply yelling in their face, they can destroy a reputation, or end the human race. They don’t know the depths of knowledge that is intertwined with the complexities of a mind defined.
A human craves simple pleasures and this we all know, so why are we reaching the end of a half story told? Welcome to the mind of what it takes to let the lotus flower unfold.
Weaponized Deception:
We know their plays and that’s why we observe, so tell me why Kamala is their candidate for sure?
We’re well aware that they desire to close us off from divinity and light, so they would use the lotus to close us into another spell that ends with hell on earth.
Like i’ve said in previous texts, we gave “Earth” one last chance and we all know it’s a complete mess. We don’t want to even let you survive, even I had the chance to let God end this ride. Instead I told him to let me work things out through love in my life, in exchange I’ll do the work that you need me here to do. ThAnkh you for life;
I don’t know why you asked me to write after I barely begun, and here you threw me into a mission that I would need to show that they’ve never won. Why are you pushing me to risk my life I’m unsure, and here I stand speechless drooling over her.
I escaped what would’ve surely ended in tragedy, through the paradox of multidimensional realities. Faise appeared to me and I let him control my dreams, he showed me how trapped we were and then for days I couldn’t sleep. He showed me how they extract from us and every little being, he showed me that when she’s old enough that maybe you can tell her these things. Simply keep it away from any phones and devices if you tell her too soon, because once she realizes how hard you’ve fought to save her, she’ll never leave you.
Love, Drool.