Toodoo

We humans are a funny bunch. We always need something to do. Some of us get paid to do what we do, like workers get paid to work, nasty sorts get paid to do you in, y'know.
And if we don't have anything to do then life becomes kooblah, pointless.
Given that there are a load of people who rejoice at having nothing to do; like "Yahoo! It's so nice to have nothing to do after a long, hard week." That's it till Monday comes and they're doing it again.
Do it. Doing it. Done it. Does it. Did it. do-nologic.
What about those who don't have much to do? Me, for example.
I write here. What are you doing, reading this?

Beatbombing.

Bombing = The art of doing any form of graffiti. [Urban Dictionary]
Beat = The thing that gets your head bobbing, foot tapping, fingers snapping.

Beatbombing = Lyrical stattaco/superflow/subliminal spell conveying ideas/dreams/thoughts brought on by a combination of slick beats and tunes. In other words, verbal graffiti inspired by your state of mind created by the music you're listening to. Progressive house works for me.


[While listening to Christian Smith - Flyertalk; 4:44 onwards]
Slickin it up/colours explode slow/purple green blue/loops meld and flow/sweeps rush and come/build build BUILD/the fucken beat comes on and I'm complete/rushin pulsing smooth power sweet/fucken heady flow this tune I swear.