josephine, why do you weep? do you hear the rain? et tu, brute? did you think i was immortal? waiting, are they? waiting are they?

i have nothing and i can’t sleep and this is the last of the earth — now comes the mystery.

i will be alright — nothing matters. don’t you dare ask God to help me. a king should die standing. a dying man can do nothing easy but i know im happy.God will pardon me.

i am about to take my last voyage so that i won’t be buried alive. I am ready. Give me your hand, death. je vais la gloire. goodnight my darlings.

is everyone happy? i am content. waiting are they? well - let’em wait.

lets cross over the river. let’s cool it, brothers.

goodnight

don’t be fooled by those imitatders because there is only one blaster who shortens his name to lil b and thats this blaster

you think youre the tough guy lil b by stepping on my name toes well, ill step on your music toes just wait and see

forcing beating hearts to slow as excitement of the day slowly wains and anticipation of the next days adventures turns of to dreams innocent as family Huckleberry Finns, skinned knees sticking sticking sticking to sweaty sheets worn as badges without question or asking, lungs clean and developing — free from first hand second hand legal or illegal smoke, trips to museums of art and learning of science but still believing more in magic, the smell of cafeterias and the spring of the rubber quarter mile track, spending more time gazing above buildings than looking at their faces, beer was broccoli and Bill and Ted were Sartre and Chomsky