Sang Bleu, London based art magazine who represents people “with a poetic mind and a sensitivity for beauty”. I can digg it!!!!
Here's a Preview
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So my brain has been on the music side of things lately and I need to switch it up. This video is the perfect transition into my switch up. Its a bit on the breezy side of things along with grey skies and psychodelic colors... but I digress
Patrick Martinez, known underground mainly for his illustrations and design work for specifically hip hop record labels, has compiled three weeks of sick imagery on one canvas into a three minute and some change mini movie under A Jay Electronica beat, Exhibit A (transformations)...
This video is too dope to me in sooo many ways!!!!! This is how I feel on so many levels its crazy. The simplicity of the visuals and the message is sooo deep. This is what raddles my brain on the daily. I can talk about this concept for days but you gotta get on my level!!!!
Erykah Badu- Window Seat
I have to get this out of my system. Heres a little poetry session about my little outing with this dude... And he created a whole new problem that NEEDS to get FIXED before I go back to school!!!!
Here you go
Scream AAAaaaghhh( The only thing that describes my mood)
Fast forward three hours in and that simple touch to the hand causes me to become five degrees warmer than usual in a steady incline.
That simple touch narrates aged lines, new skin, and heightened fingers of the years you’ve existed.
More simple touches and what Beast I thought only sex addicts had, aged zero to twenty one in four seconds flat.
The seduction of your hands, odd as it seems, pulls my energy in waves, orgasmic in its own right. And we haven’t even kissed yet.
When they do flow, a stream of hot moist raises every hair follicle to its max.
A grasp to the throat and this beast, I’ll call her Claudette, is clawing her way to the surface at this point.
Heavy breathe grazes my skin only an eighth of the passion your touch makes visible. A spine the shape of a half moon now and you’ve made your way to the back of my neck, up to the back of my head along with pressured fingertips and passionate kisses in between.
Her tears turn to anger as she fights her way to the surface and my restraint becomes weakened.
My legs cannot find a position satisfying enough to accommodate the battle. Now you’ve made your way to the front of my chest. Pause!
Why must I be teased in the back of a theater next to teenage high schoolers? Why?
I can feel her under that first layer of skin, burning bright orange and you know what happened after that?
J*Davey Baby is Back!!!!! Amping up for their upcoming album, I'm so Effing ready, its been a good 2 years since their sounds flowed so heavily through waxed ears!!!! Here's the new video I've been Heavily anticipating