I mean, we knew she was a strong, self-contained woman. Always seemed to have her shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone hindering her search. She was always gazing into the abyss. But nowadays you couldn’t tell if she was anywhere near the black hole, inside or out, here or there. If you even looked at her sideways, she would just split an infinitive, man. She was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know she was writing about you until you read it on her blog.
Her name is Taryn Vayl Evrwrite, but we call her Vayl. Never knew what route the lady was gonna take, or where you’d end up. She was a dynamic, prolific writer, and we loved hanging out with Vayl, –when she wasn’t tossing alphabetic musings to the wind. Dug how she hijacked regular words and fried them in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Vayl when she dropped the comma and warped the laws of grammar, –you would see she was beyond that proper ellipses bullshit. Gal had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. She was focused on the words, and how to use them to create a new abyss of falling letters. There was no rabbit hole, no limits, no right participle, no event horizon. It was all an illusion. You could create whatever you wanted to create! That was just how she wrote. Vayl enjoyed the muse as much as the final draft….. Yeah, she was one to keep an eye on, that Vayl…
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I mean, we knew he was a strong, self-contained fellow. Always seemed to have his shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone telling him what to do. He was always thinking one step ahead. But nowadays those steps were taking him beyond the town, beyond the county line, and out of the state. If anyone dared to spill just one word sideways, he would just split, man. He was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know he’d already beat you at your own game unless you’d paid attention.
His name is Mountain Bear McKenzi, but we call him Bear. Never knew what route the dude was gonna take, or where you’d end up. He was a dynamic, dark comedian, and we loved hanging out with the Mountain Bear, –when he wasn’t busy messing with somebody’s day. Dug how he flipped off common notions and threw them in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Bear when he split the misconceptions and warped the brains of many, –you would see he was beyond that everyday normal bullshit. Bro had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. He was focused on the road, and how to use that to destroy the concept of home. There was no one place, no location, no country, no boundaries, no cage. It was all an illusion. You could go wherever you wanted to go! That’s how we knew him to be. Bear dug the journey as much as the destination. Yeah, he was one determined fellow, that Mountain Bear.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I mean, we knew he was a strong, self-contained fellow. Always seemed to have his shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone glancing his way. He was always thinking outside the box. But nowadays you couldn’t tell if he was anywhere near the box, alive or dead, here or there. If you even looked at him sideways, he would just split, man. He was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know he was back in the hood until you looked away.
We called him Schroedinger, Roady for short. Never knew what path the dude was gonna take, or where you’d end up. He was dynamic and unpredictable, but we loved hanging out with Roady, –when he wasn’t warping the space-time continuum. Dug how he took the fucking box and threw it in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Roady when he split the infinitive, and warped the laws of physics, –you would see he was beyond that quantum process bullshit. Bro had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. He was focused on the imaginary box, and how to use that to shred the concept of duality. There was no symmetry, no wave, no particle, no Faraday cage. It was all an illusion. It was whatever you wanted it to be! That’s what we thought he meant anyhow. Yeah, he was one intuitive fellow, that Roady.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
When you discover an eclectic, complex, highly intelligent mind, you simply have to feed it. You will feed yourself as you satiate this need. Present the grapes, truffles, and mead of creativity to this hungry mind. Feed the place where words are always present, but so rarely needed.
Allow this multi-faceted visionary to rest on silken pillows while you balance a golden tray of ideas, dreams, and physimotional eruptions. Wait while this intellect gazes at the joker then decide what flavor it most desires. Maybe it wants sweet honey. Maybe it wants salt and pepper. Perhaps it would prefer earthy, smoky, dirty flavors.
Stand back and watch as silver streams of energy and art radiate from this glowing soul. Taste that intuition!! Smooth, rich and mixed to get you high. Shaken stirred and poured. Ahh, delicious perfection in a richly flavored gilded sensation!
You are sated now. You have found a vibrant, kindred mind as strange and beautiful as your own. Never let it get hungry, never let it starve for understanding, never let it die.
Go. 🔀 It’s time to dine.
Listen to Nine Days In by jot #np on #SoundCloud
~©Jazzi Ryan Raynes~
His fingers fly as he lays down the notes, dropping, dreaming, feeling, eclectic smooth tones.
His mind opens up as he sounds out the tunes, dripping, firing, wiring, contagious hot grooves.
His rhythms creating as he plays out the heat,
drilling, sounding, pounding, dangerous red beats.
His music sings flames as he lays down the notes,
dreaming, screaming, feeling, electric blue tones.
Check this out, my friends. This is why that poem up there drips multi-sensory musical notes. These are only a few examples of the electronic dance music, trance, chill, electronica, beat, classical, smooth jazz, genre borders this musician crosses and recrosses.
I would call it more… EDM & TJT – (techno jazz trance), if I had to put a blanket term on the music. TJT? Not a thing until now. My term for it anyhow. Polymorphic is a better description, but who is gonna get that? Composer, song creator, musician, artist. That.
You can find more of his work on SoundCloud where I post reviews, like the ones below, of his musical artistry. I write something up only after I have let the music live with me a couple of days or more, and give it a few deep listens. Like this work of art just below. It has a killer rap line you don’t want to miss.
I Can’t See My Future-
Listen to I Can’t See My Future by jot #np on #SoundCloud
You know what?
I can’t see past the chills running up my spine! Damn man, not for the weak hearted. You crash borders with your music… jump the razor wire while the rest struggle to climb the fence. Dance right on over the foot soldiers you Viking soul you… all unfettered fingers flying in the wind! Speak that Truth!
Urg. I need to gather up my psyche and duct tape it back together. I think I spilled some on the floor.
Listen to Fortunate Man by jot #np on #SoundCloud
I have listened to this song time and again. I’ve allowed the intricacies to develop and the layers to interact in my soul. So many layers of musical notes you would think there would be no way they could interact with one another and sound off with such clarity and harmony. Have a listen…then have another…and another.
Listen to Monster Love by jot #np on #SoundCloud
So complex… Coming from that place somewhere deep inside and deep inside is where it ends up. I dig this one.. It rolls smooth… but like a snowcat on the interstate. Rough like a back rub from calloused fingers. Electric… as it feels like it could electrocute you at any time. Nice!
Listen to Aurora Nights by jot #np on #SoundCloud
There go those multi-faceted visions again trippin’ through my mind like synesthesia. Rolls through my headphones in waves and strikes. Makes me want to twirl around the room and get down on the floor. Trance dance at its finest. Well done!
KP ME DIE N-
Listen to KP ME DIE N by jot #np on #SoundCloud
This one starts out in your face… and then you look down for a moment… only to find it’s creeping up behind you on whisper hard claws. Pecks on your shoulder with insistent steely notes and says, “You weren’t paying attention. You’d better listen up because I don’t like to repeat myself!”
I just had a physimotional response to that one. 😎
Tap on the photo below to discover even more soul soothing healing beats.
~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~© Jot ~
“…watch where you aiming dey notes… I think I got some in ma mouth.” J
…And why do some air fresheners smell so good in the store and then smell like ass when you spray them around your home? Truth in advertising should be a law. They shouldn’t be allowed to sell a product that smells worse than the chili-boiled egg-beer fart you chased your homies out of the room with during Sunday’s game.
The air “freshener” I tried today.. and I won’t name names, but they have an air freshener called crisp waters, and they really should have named it dirty toilet water, ass de’aroma or bracing sewage gas. It was fucking terrible! I thought the septic tank had backed up. Seriously. Now, I hate to throw out a whole can of pressurized turdscents. I prefer these cans of crap that are under pressure to be empty before I toss them in the garbage. So, I’m gonna let the evil, crisp brown waters sit on my shelf until I get the courage to take it outside and spray it away.
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~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
How Are Ya’ Fixed For Love- Frank Sinatra (with Keely Smith)
You’re fixed for the ❄❄❄s, you have more than you need,
get your coat on baby, the cold 🌀🌀🌀s blow.
You’re fixed for the weather,
you can do a good deed, friends around the 🔥🔥🔥 you should all now gather.
Get your hats and your gloves, take what I say to 💖 and to heed, but baby, ❄❄❄ baby, how are ya fixed for 💏💕?
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
Rac Hid is a Moroccan photographer, born in Rabat. He has rubbed shoulders with photography since childhood.
The contribution of Rac Hid as an artist photographer in terms of creation, is marked by his mastery of photography with that which requires sensitivity and artistic vision.
When I first laid eyes on Rac’s photography, something cracked inside me, and the beauty of his visions in black and white began to fill in the fractures they had just created. I was moved, awed, impressed and stunned by his work. I love how he sees, as he expresses his art in sublime, profound richness only found in the true artist at heart. I understand the delicate shades of dark and light in his art, but I also feel sensations and taste the flavors of inspiration within. You will want to step inside each photo if only to relish the tang of the ocean on your tongue, feel the sand slip between your fingers and toes, and smell the salty breeze blowing in from the sea.
“I spent my time in the sea and on the beach since my childhood. I look at the sea, the waves the rocks the sunset, the sand, the shells, the sea animals, also the horizon. I think the love, I think the peace, I think the philosophy, the beauty in this environment or the sound of the waves sometimes give me the meaning of the life, the music, strength, and energy. It is in the sea where there is the impossible meeting, between the sky and the earth when we look at the horizon. I do not see the color blue, but it is the white color which comes to my mind when the waves arrive towards the rocks and beyond the idea the black color that comes out as if we are in a dialectic.” Rac Hid
All photos are linked to Rac’s Facebook page, so you can stop by, have a look, leave a like, and bounce a little love off a photo or two.
Below is Rac’s website.
*Photos courtesy of… ©Rac Hid.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I finished writing Chapter 45 last night. One more chapter to go in this book. Book 2 is already trying to horn it’s way in on my concentration. But I’ll just take notes as my baes speak to my heart. Plenty of time for the second book. I actually gave up for the evening when my autocorrect started acting silly. Sometimes I’ll get to typing so fast it will just give me a string of ??? marks or random letters. But this evening, it was out to get me.
Time to consummate the vows.
Time to consolidate the cows.
I just can’t compete with that.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
Have you seen the names they’re giving marijuana nowadays? People name weed strains like they name racehorses. Fabulous poetic words that help to make the horse stand out amongst the others. And nine times out of ten, the name has nothing to do with the animal at all.
As the miracle plant takes hold and gains legality across our planet, branding has become all important. You want your tag to blow smoke in your customers face. You want the pot description to sound like what it does and give them a contact high. Get folks to buy Your shit, man.
*So with that temporarily in mind, here are some names my friend and I came up with while messaging our unusual, stream of consciousness thoughts back and forth one early morning. I can’t say if any of these are already out there. If they are, I don’t mean to bogart your greens. If not, they should be. And now I present, in no particular order of bleary-eyed importance…
~112 weed strains that haven’t been grown yet.~
1. I See Pizzas
2. Four Eyes
3. Cooked Pasta
5. Brain Food
6. Did I Just Eat That
7. Glass Eyes
8. Three Days Later
9. Apocalypse Now
10. The Pizza Made Me Do It
11. Stupid Grin
12. Cookie Monster
13. Nine Lives
15. Haunted Haze
16. Good N Plenty
17. Goodie Two Shoes
18. Mary’s Lost Baggie
19. Mary Jane’s Happy Dance
20. Mary Jane’s Cupboard
21. Mother Nature
22. Pass The Chips
23. Stale Potato Chips
24. The Dog Ate My Stash
25. Couch Lock
26. High Way
28. Grandpa’s Cane
30. The Game Of Stones
32. Flower Child
33. High Sight Is 20/20
34. Double Vision
35. I Can’t Find My Face
36. I Can’t Feel My Ass
37. Lazy Boy
38. Floating Weeds
39. Short-Term Memory Loss
40. Baked Beans
41. Ghost Candy
42. This Bowls For You
43. My Joints Are Stiff
45. Windows 3000
46. Caroline’s Window Box
47. Lawn Grass
48. Bogart’s Revenge
49. Silly Putty
50. Fried Brain Sandwiches
51. Don’t Eat The Koolaid
52. Winter Frost
53. Garden Weeds
54. Fantasy Island
55. Pinned To The Wall
56. Floppy French Fries
57. Vacation Days
58. Dry Mouth
60. Best Buds
61. Wilted Flowers
62. The Hills Have Highs
63. Greener Pastures
64. Mount Rush More
65. Rainbow Smoke
66. You Are Here
67. Lazy 420
68. Space Trees
69. Healthy Greens
70. Too Stoned To Text
71. X-Ray Vision
72. Heavy Eyelids
73. Are We There Yet
74. Red Eyed Beast
75. The Blunt Truth
76. Autumn Leaves
77. Stonewall Jackson
78. Harvey Wallbanger
79. Cream Puffs
80. Red Sunset
81. Blank TV Screen
83. Green Pieces
84. Contact High
85. Buzz Bunny
86. Comic Relief
87. Where The Fuck Am I
88. Time Traveler
89. Wild Fire
90. *Buzzy Bee*
91. Too High To Blink
92. Catnip Acres
93. Black Panther Kitties
94. Pot Of Gold
95. Cross-Eyed Pink Dragons
96. Puffy McPufferson
98. Fishing For Kitties
99. *T. H. Seas*
100. Party Plants
101. Three Days In The Joint
102. Laughing Grass
103. Afraid To Go To The Mailbox
104. Where Did I Put The Remote
105. Is This Sandwich Still Good
106. Spooky Action At A Distance
107. I Forgot What I Was Going To Say
108. Rolled Too Tight
109. Buzz Buddies
110. Happy Trees
111. Dome Baggie
112. All Fucked Up & No Place To Go
*A couple of those might be better suited to edibles…
Make of that what you will, but hey man… Name the stuff and let the stoners figure out what it means. A week later.
*Don’t steal our shit, man. We don’t have a stash.
~…a long time coming so don’t harsh the buzz.~
~…a little bit of experience and a whole lot of burning imagination.~
*All material copy written in a cloud of smoke.
*Original comedy routine, based on this random foggy brain matter, coming soon to a blank computer screen near you. Stay untuned for a YouTube video early 3019…er 2019. Whatever.
© Jazzi Ryan Ranes 2018
© Joe Jones 2018
© Joe In The Dark (the teddy bear with teeth) 2018
© T. H. Seas 2018
© Buzzy Bee Productions 2018
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