I just had a profound thought about cyber-wiggers (nondash, not todash form is "cyberwiggers"). I was looking through some of my fave, flave pop cult exhibitions in yearspast and began to expand my mind some more: isn't it a quirk how entropy?naturally going to decay, rot and all that disorder?as inevitable as it is, trying to rush one's self there is SO lame.

I'll illustrate: imagine some tidy business suits, office worker-types, generic and cliched as a nu-Kraftwerkian archetype. Can you see them wantin' to appeal to street level and getting down on the floor in basketball jerseys or FUBU?and breakdancin', and bustin' out rhymes with the proficiency of even a leg's length from?Rza of Wu-Tang, even after el mucho practice and work on the vox? (Maybe they could fake the funk for the first two rounds but past the chorus, nahhh!) NO.?A silly mental image, huh?

Contrast that with this: a stereotropical rapper, ghetto born-and-bred, decides to put on a tuxedo one day. Simple. And doesn't he look class? I mean, that's what tons of rappers have done at awards ceremonies and music videos, and not only do they showcase their breadth of fashion, but they are really bridging worlds here, whether it's from Shaolin to the heart of corporate America or some planet out there, boomin' back at us. Worst-case scenario in this situation tends to be that the talented MC feels uncomfortable all dolled up, so midway through his act he rips off the suit and talks about how he'll always be tru 2 tha game.

What I'm saying is, maybe it's a lot easier to fake being "clean" than "dirty". Not that anything should be faked to begin with, but it happens. People get lazy, I see this all the time in marketing, they try to leapfrog and zigzag the requisite "tests" for being real about something and end up with a lousy, very poorly-put together, and especially temporally mediocre "vision" (if you can even call it that) of what a certain culture, demographic, vibe,?etc. means. Not only do they miss out on the trees, the whole damn forest might as well be on fire, and not of "the roof is on fire" variety.

You either get it or you don't or… you're still on your way, so keep coming.

I say, no crib sheets, if we as peoples of Planet Earth are to understand each other better, there can be humor, there can be laughter, but some experiences can't be bypassed. Ever seen a woman give birth without emotion?

I keep my foot on the pulse, I'm tappin' along, some cosmic quasiMorse code. I feel the universe when I'm fully tapped in, and I'm here to see who else beams out a signal. (And damn, I can smoke out the fake ones.)

Line: PASSION is essential, you can't have mechanics without being fun.