Welcome to ‘The B Side’.
[Yes: if you hit that underlined bit, it’ll take you to the main blog … ]
The ‘B Side’ is defined by ‘music professionals’, as the “the less important one“; the ‘other side’ of a vinyl … the song that doesn’t really get listened too but got put there because they needed to fill in the space … with something.
That describes Me perfectly. Whether real or imagined, I am the one that doesn’t fit; that screams and never gets heard; the one that is the ‘B Side’.
And this is My mother fucking turning point.
The blog is about Me. Obviously.
Me & pts(d), specifically.
It’s about how I deal with my shit.
I’m a self-proclaimed O.G. , artist and non-conformist.
Oh, and abit of an emotional retard.
Music helps with that shit though.
And I write stuff.
Loosely labelled ‘poetry’ and shit about my experiences with violence, racism and sexism. Yep, all the intersectional shit.
The latter is usually pretty raw. No apologies.
My knowledge on the latter subject matter is based solely on my experiences, so don’t take my shit as lore. JS.
Please Note: Everything in this Blog, is my shit, copy written as, kpm © 2003, unless otherwise stated.
Ohhh, and I’m as sarcastic as fuck so please keep the following in mind as you browse the BLOG: