flukituned

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when i was eleven years old. my best friend and i were at the local 7-11. we just finished racking up on all the now and later candies and yum yum snacks. somehow between the two of us we had like twenty dollars. we spent every cent. 

it was a cold day. we were bundled up and had bags of fun in our hands. we were all happy jolly walking down Armistead Avenue when a group of kids stopped us. 

“hey you niggers!” a young little white boy said to us. “give us your shit!” he demanded.

we looked at them like they were crazy. they were crazy. an older white girl and another little girl around the age of the boy were standing in front of us. they had on old raggedy clothes. it looked like they were cold. the little boy didn’t have a coat on. the older girls hair was dark and greasy looking. the little girl was very thin and she was missing teeth so she was very much younger than us. 

the little boy grabs my best friends bag of goodies. she fights back. the older girl pushed me down. then the group swarm us. they were so hungry and mean that regardless if we could have beat them up, we were terrified. somehow I got her bag of snacks back. but then they pulled out the big guns. all i remember was the little girl snatching my bags. the boy picked up a big slab of ice on the ground. he flung that slice of ice directly at my best friends dome. she was rocked! i ran to her aid. they ran off with our snacks yelling the n word and laughing. we layed there on the cold cement crying. 

but it doesn’t stop there. after being pummeled by the young trailer park gang we got up and went running for help. we threw ourselves back into the store yelling at the clerks.

“help we’ve been robbed and jumped!”

i don’t really remember much of what the clerks told us. we told them what happened in detail and when they would not call the cops for us we left in a hurry. out of breath we collapsed into the little brass shop. they sold antiques and was across the parking. the owner came to see what the commotion was about and we began to plea.

“we need help, we got assaulted and robbed.” i told him firmly.

he let us have a seat. he comforted my best friend since she was hurt the most. i told him everything that happened in great detail. he, like the clerks at the store would not call the cops to report the crime.

“its a cold cold world girls.” he said. 

i started playing piano when I was 6. my parents bought me a cherry wood yamaha piano. 

i didn’t learn very much. my piano teacher was probably in her late thirties early forties. she had an accent. her skin was pale. her hair was a washed out ash brown. she was nice to me. i played what she told me to play. she showed me first with her hands. then I followed. i practiced for an hour twice a week for one month. 

it gets me when i least expect it. I sit down to write an email then all of a sudden I have a  logo idea, brainstorming a marketing plan. more emails.  illustrating a children’s book. record this melody before i forget it. all at the same damn time.  you know the song. its great to be able to tap into an abundance of inspiration. a blast of it flowing continuously to me.  like somethings shouting out to me. “DO THIS!” “MAKE THIS” “WRITE THIS”  ”SING THIS!”

i take a deep breath slowly exhale and repeat for twenty six seconds. sit still. i hear my heart beating in my head. A bold ticking.  Its nine in the morning. No actually is noon. and  I haven’t slept. I’ve worked throughout the night again.  Im on my twenty what hour straight.  a creative chokehold.  so then i press play.  my eyes are closed.  i keep going.  

i play the beats, he made for me.

i sing to them, they sing to me.  

melody is a coffee seed

call her bean reality

made that sound so interesting 

write it how you want but the caption read

i played the beats he made for me

i sang the hook i sang all three

do do do do do do… : ) 

annnnnnnd goodnight world. 

-fluki-tuned! 

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inspiration is alive. it’s laughter. it’s dialogue. it a visual frame of thought.  

i love you and your inspiration too.