Daily Bred: Jan. 15 2015 - World of Wonder Bred by WHITE LIGHTNING! TREYWAY! BRAT! Lyrics
Human interaction and community must be the best medicine. If relationships with other people isn't the most important focus of life, I don't know what is. Currently living on an isolated ranch with the same handful of characters leaves me fiending to interact with other people. Patience is the key to unlock a brighter future.
Gourmet Food For Thought is a mixtape I'm going to make as soon as possible. I love to cook. Bomb food that explodes your taste buds with a wild collection of flavors is what my aim is. Yesterday i cooked some onions, kale, mushrooms, oranges, and pineapples with ground beef and sausage mixed into rice. Do you like your food saucy or more dry? I'm curious.
In this room I sit, listening to Mac Miller's mixtape Macadelic, I'm alliterate.
Close your eyes and visualize what I see. A grayish green carpet with a thousand overlapping squares is littered with three couches, two blue with flowers and one green and white with flowers. On the short circular table beside me rests the speaker and on the square, elbow-high table to my left is a chess board. All around, the stairs and walls are a wooden, western rustic with similarly simple decorations hanging on for dear life. Outside is all white.
The sage is frozen with frost, a white mist inhibits the horizon as if the sky is a powdery white, unlimited canvas. A stuffed mountain lion presides over the high-ceiling room upon a protruding rock in the wall with the cat's tail drooping down, just above arm's reach. I want to welcome you to my Wonder-land which is now the World of Wonder Bred.
"Everybody gon' respect the shooter, but the one in front of the gun lives forever." -Kendrick Lamar
One Love,
Wonder Bred
Gourmet Food For Thought is a mixtape I'm going to make as soon as possible. I love to cook. Bomb food that explodes your taste buds with a wild collection of flavors is what my aim is. Yesterday i cooked some onions, kale, mushrooms, oranges, and pineapples with ground beef and sausage mixed into rice. Do you like your food saucy or more dry? I'm curious.
In this room I sit, listening to Mac Miller's mixtape Macadelic, I'm alliterate.
Close your eyes and visualize what I see. A grayish green carpet with a thousand overlapping squares is littered with three couches, two blue with flowers and one green and white with flowers. On the short circular table beside me rests the speaker and on the square, elbow-high table to my left is a chess board. All around, the stairs and walls are a wooden, western rustic with similarly simple decorations hanging on for dear life. Outside is all white.
The sage is frozen with frost, a white mist inhibits the horizon as if the sky is a powdery white, unlimited canvas. A stuffed mountain lion presides over the high-ceiling room upon a protruding rock in the wall with the cat's tail drooping down, just above arm's reach. I want to welcome you to my Wonder-land which is now the World of Wonder Bred.
"Everybody gon' respect the shooter, but the one in front of the gun lives forever." -Kendrick Lamar
One Love,
Wonder Bred