the fam feat. Wind the Child, Afro Copacetic, Duncsofelay, i, and Unexplainable Velvet (prod. B.S. Lewis)

from (a) brief offering by Osiris Booque and Mud of the Ubiquitous Love Tribe

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Hardly a simmering trickle from the pink cloud alights on one of these misty tendrils which stretch halfheartedly from the murky centerfold before I cry gutturally at the salmon-filled river and feel my screams leap back toward my hollow ceramics. Ivresse in an even-made eternity like turn down service from the prostitutes of common understanding or salutations in the bath house of furtive man sweat.

An indigo reflection in the eyes of our siblings and even this we must embrace under a light which so enhances nuance it is blanched in eternal forgiveness.

In which direction could we hope to find a hill, now, if not in every direction and by our own hands, plucking sand like fruit with ginger tweezers to keep the twitching granules from beneath our nails as we rework the conditions for their existence in the ancient style we've learned by the tutelage of that once-great child feigning manhood who now peers, blind and decrepit, through square glasses at pages whose blankness their populace pretends to hide? That is, if we were to wish for hills at all.

Crawling like wormy loam earth kin or Mossdeep inhabitants through tollbooth and porous tunnel, we might simply cease

lyrics

(Unexplainable Velvet)

Je nage dans le ciel avec le Grand O
Ryan saute de nuage en nuage
Et Matt médite en fûmant de l'opium

(i)

Talkin' bout some smooth shit. Do shit
Living through the music. Do it

(Wind the Child)

Now here's a sure shot take of poetry within the rhythm
coming from the place you know to be the realism
pidgins peckin at the window of the kitchen man i wonder what they think is so interestin damn
i come in when it's bumping on your speakers
doobie on my lips I'm runnin with the creatures
cunnin not deceitful
then take a step to next influence
who is this improving it with softer verses ruminant
than you could even spoon to kids?
the luminant, assume your lips is eager if your runnin them
my voice is muddy, less the water then I'm caking in the sun and um
waiting for summer's come, a lumber son
or either child of tree
the la i see in z's
and stye in eye to see
you lie to me, I'm prolly high degrees
till sighs do lead my mind release the laughs and cast away my judgement
practice different ways of having fun with
loved ones and lump sum the soil till
we with the seeds again,
i'm weeded when
i go to sleep and grow belief in patterns like the pentagram

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(Afro Copacetic)

You wit a lame nigga that's my word girl
I need you in my world girl

Tried to pass the spliff and dropped that bitch
Burnt a whole in the hammock just copped that shit
That REI membership is nice though; returned that shit
That shit rhymes with that shit
Magic
Johnson she on my John son, well grandson
My grandpas name is John

I want yo ice cream just like a swirl girl
I know you like ma curls girl
Yo yoga pants is nice girl
Yo yoga pants is nice girl
I just said that twice girl
Fiesty zesty spicy water... I Do light your fire

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(i)

Talkin' bout some smooth shit. Do shit
Living through the music. Do it

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(duncsofelay)

infinite paths within the meadow of life,
illuminating thoughts upon the paper when i write light...
the spliff. Into the woods drift;
mist upon the bark so wet so most it drips
into the depths of the earth's hips
of/from which did I emit.
Out of the seas where plankton breathe;
indigo and turquoise algae breeze;
eucalyptus trees...
Bzz,bzz,bz sounds the bumble bees.
So sexual the pollen be/e:
attaching to the stigma,
swimming down the slender style,
delicately swelling ovary

(i and duncsofelay)

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from (a) brief offering, released November 28, 2013

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nahhphet Los Angeles, California

Puppeteer of nonsense words and phrases. Journeyman wind magician & marginally upright honkey. Matriarch and thoughtsmith-errant of the Ubiquitous Love Tribe. Educator, storyteller, collagist, producer...

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