Airplane Vomit Bag pt2

i forgot that i wrote in the inside of the bag too lol

what started as notes on an airplane vomit bag (inside)

now…..

i've been thinking about my philsophy alot, and how breaking is able to reflect and yet, control my wreckless personality…or, used to be wreckless personality. that's my clark kent turned superhero shit…the only time i let myself completely loose yet completely focused.

my style's very organic, flowy and erratic…i like to think its intricacies reflect who i am, as that of all true art- manifesting itself as honest expression. sometimes i don't know whether it is breaking all day that changes my personality or, my personality that fuels my breaking.however, either way and vice versa…i build upon something every bit as real as i am, for i am both the instrument and the musician. i suppose it really doesn't matter because the ends justify the means, and i eventually embody all the training and sacrifice into a higher level of art…bboyism…ninjitsu. see that's DANCING…and i'm a dancer! that's BBOYING…and i'm a bboy. there's something undeniably universal in being able to transfigurate a body we ALL have, (well, not necessarily all) and being able to express that primitive yet timeless ability to simply REACT… to music. but to hone that reaction into a refined craft through blood sweat and tears…a level that begins to redefine what is possible with the human body….that my friend…is very hard to do. and it sure as hell could be obsessive.

hmm…

i'd like to think that most people learn about themselves through retrospect and contemplation ( that is, if they even think about their actions at all)…i mean, it's hard to actively grow and reflect at the same time… but i feel as if i'm doing it everyday…this kinetic therapy makes me feel more alive than anything, i love doing it more than anything, it gives me purpose, challenges, a creative outlet, a physique that defies gravity, and most importantly, play. it also happens to make me who i am and who i want to be more of. these callouses, these familiar sores and pain is my education. i grow through flight, swerving, hooking forth and swinging my whole… and even straight up bullshitting. I like how my style tries to make my body look possessed, as if its merely a soul trying to break out of its shell…see, when my wreckless personality is activated and translated through bboying, it just looks GOOD…or at least, alot better than me swinging a bottle blacked out status. i love the theater aspect of it too…making the impossible look easy, making an easy move look like i BELIEVE that shit…i intentionally make room for error so i could build upon reaction…so my movements are raw and reflective of how i feel at that moment. to add to the dynamic, alot of my moves are also recovery based, freedom searching, yet flexible enough allow spontaneous changes…it's kinda hard to explain…but it just feels right. a good bboy knows that, with every movement is potential for another, and that there are countless moves in between the space of every limb…and when i lock into that focus….i feel like i could do anything… i feel like every second is an opportunity for originality…and this is the only eternity as i see it.

i feel like a con-artist sometimes, i know i've grown good at lying because of the shady shit i used to do…but "good artists copy, great artists steal". haha, nah…i feel this way because it is all about being able to believe that i'm good enough at bullshitting to win an arguement.. afterall, we are but living opinions of our own truths right? and therefore, since everyone thinks they're right and disagreement is inevitable, one's philosphy and STYLE( as a bboy), is nothing more than a persuasive means of arguing, a skillful rhetoric that no one but a bboy could truly understand and or decypher. and i guess its true that artists lie to tell the truth… and it is with the experienced mind that weaves in and out of this ying yang of honest expression and creativity how beauty is made! it's because i believe that i'm good enough to freestyle and bullshit by launching my body in certain angles, gathering enough momentum o reach the freedom of being able to do some crazy shit…what makes bboying so spiritual to me. it is cuz i rock this beat like nothing else matters and glare at you hard as fuck when for as long as the trumpet rings…that i KNOW i won. it's because everything just feels right.

i battle, and thus, argue, this way. sticking to this philosophy of freedom searching with movements, i've come to suprise myself when i get out of that zone…to cheers and props..man, breaking just looks GOOD when you snap in and out of losing control and being in complete control…while making it look effortless. that's finesse! that's illllllllll….shit's like life itself…u just gotta roll with the punches and adapt to the challenges. and i know that this, soul, if you will, just sounds corny when outfitted by letters… because letters can't come close to expressing what i FEEL like i could with my body…the millisecond relationship with muscle memory, creativity, and musicality. it is reaction…interpretation…creativity and attitude all in one. shit i'm glad there's no money in this, cuz i've experienced more love in this shit than anything (expect probably my immediate family). anyways…this is what i feel like a true bboy is, but probably and in all actuality it is just me ranting and trying to tie it all up and hoping it sounds good.

i am the manifestation of this philsophy, modeled after myself and my own experiences. i'ma stick to it like it's the only thing REAL in the cyphers…this is what soul is to me. having complete faith in allowing myself to submit to the music yet retain complete focus. to configurate the moment. to let go n hold on, coming out of it one throw down stronger….more knowledgable. this is my education, this the only true eternity as i see it. i can't picture living forever, but i also can't deny my dreams!…if people could travel around the world dancing and teaching it to "make a living", then why the fuck can't I?