JMIL KLY- Tastes Like Suicide- NEOTokyo [EP]
Sunday, December 19, 2010
NEOTokyo [EP] - the monster is complete
DOWNLOAD AND STREAM LINK: http://jamilkelley.bandcamp.com/album/neotokyo-ep
Monday, June 28, 2010
NEO.Tokyo EP - - - The State and Concept of the Project
The inspiration for my EP, "NEO.Tokyo"--- The concept is of a drifter emcee who finds himself amidst the post-apocalypse, alone in only skillset. The mystery of how the world managed to arrive at that point is unknown. However, in that time everyone is scattered about, in chaos and disarray.. The world needs someone to... unite itself once more despite the confusion and hate.... Which is where I come in.. Think of it as an auditory musical.. (if that makes any sense) I plan on the projects' art to have a distinct anime influence to it.. characterizations involved and everything of the sort will be key in bringing the vision to life.. I've yet to start recruiting the artists, but I'M 3 tracks deep so far and the release should be on schedule for sometime late this summer.. Possibly Early September.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Flomogenic- Part I
After about a year of planning and recording I've decided to break the Flomogenic Project into two parts- One Part with a more Eclectic/Conceptual sound, and the Second Part with a more traditional Hip-Hop sound...

You can either go to datpiff.. here- http://www.datpiff.com/Jmil_Kly_Jmil_Kly_Flomogenic.m115722.html - to listen to the tape in its entirety.
Or you can go to Mediafire to download it directly instead http://www.mediafire.com/?no1m5wmcdnn

You can either go to datpiff.. here- http://www.datpiff.com/Jmil_Kly_Jmil_Kly_Flomogenic.m115722.html - to listen to the tape in its entirety.
Or you can go to Mediafire to download it directly instead http://www.mediafire.com/?no1m5wmcdnn
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
In the Spirit of Cupid Day
These women, their fingers have the same sensitivities as their legs. The fingertips have the same feelings as their feet... And when you touch their knuckles, it is like passing your hands around their knees. And the tender, fleshy part of the finger is the same as brushing your hands around their thighs. And finally... Every woman is a mystery to be solved. But a woman hides nothing from a true lover.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The American Prison System
1% of American adults are in jail, that's 2.3 million people or 1 in every 99.1 adults. Proportionally more than twice as many as South Africa, more than 3 times as many as the Iranians and more than 6 times as many as the Chinese. No society in history has imprisoned more of its citizens than the United States of America (by way of fairness the UK is also ahead of China, Turkey and India proportionally, with 148 prisoners per 100,000.)
The problem appears to be the "3 strikes" system - a legal system based on baseball. It seems quite bizarre to me. It's as if they thought people were having trouble understanding the law and asked themselves the question "what do people like?" - baseball! It means that if the first two crimes you commit are serious enough, the third one no matter how trivial will get a life sentence of 25 years or more. It means people can serve life sentences for shoplifting - it's astonishing. It marks me as particularly stupid because you know if you are on this sort of deal (on your last strike) that you might as well do something spectacular to earn your sentence such as a bank robbery or worse, I know I would.
Some more interesting statistics, 1 in 30 men age 20 to 34 are in jail, for black males that's 1 in 9 - there are more 17 year old black men in jail than in college. 5% of the world are American 25% of the world's prisoners are American.
It is also big business. It is illegal to bring into America anything that has been made by forced labour or prisons. But you could almost say that they have reinvented the slave trade. 100% of all military helmets, ammunition belts, bullet proof vests, ID tags and other items of US military uniform is produced by American prisoners. 93% of domestically produced paints, 36% of home appliances, 24% of office furniture. This allows the United States to compete with factories in Mexico, because obviously the workers can't refuse to work for 25 cents an hour.
This system just seems so wrong on many levels. I'm wondering what how any politicians could go about changing this without being seen as "weak on crime"?
tl;dr - America has a dysfunctional justice and prison system, what can be done to change it?
The problem appears to be the "3 strikes" system - a legal system based on baseball. It seems quite bizarre to me. It's as if they thought people were having trouble understanding the law and asked themselves the question "what do people like?" - baseball! It means that if the first two crimes you commit are serious enough, the third one no matter how trivial will get a life sentence of 25 years or more. It means people can serve life sentences for shoplifting - it's astonishing. It marks me as particularly stupid because you know if you are on this sort of deal (on your last strike) that you might as well do something spectacular to earn your sentence such as a bank robbery or worse, I know I would.
Some more interesting statistics, 1 in 30 men age 20 to 34 are in jail, for black males that's 1 in 9 - there are more 17 year old black men in jail than in college. 5% of the world are American 25% of the world's prisoners are American.
It is also big business. It is illegal to bring into America anything that has been made by forced labour or prisons. But you could almost say that they have reinvented the slave trade. 100% of all military helmets, ammunition belts, bullet proof vests, ID tags and other items of US military uniform is produced by American prisoners. 93% of domestically produced paints, 36% of home appliances, 24% of office furniture. This allows the United States to compete with factories in Mexico, because obviously the workers can't refuse to work for 25 cents an hour.
This system just seems so wrong on many levels. I'm wondering what how any politicians could go about changing this without being seen as "weak on crime"?
tl;dr - America has a dysfunctional justice and prison system, what can be done to change it?
Logo Designs for the Jamil Kelley Brand
The Harvest
He is but a product.
A commodity created by the Majesty of Night.
An Enigmatic Darkness so Extrinsic that it protrudes inwards,
Into every ambitious Soul that treads upon It's existence-
At the time of Dusk's corruption of the Sky,
He vulnerably attacks it with trembling eyes,
all while it reflects eternity thriving through him.
The Pores of Darkness begin to cling onto the very skin that gives it Purpose-
Diminishing the mystery of it's silence..
An aloof memory fades into the void-
And the silent synchronicity makes Discovering some semblance of individuality futile.
He is one with IT.
He is one with THEM.
They often dwindle and twist his sheepish hair when it lunges lustfully at them,
As if they were Reaping through the Kinky Nature of His thoughts- And sowing resolve..
Which they eloquently bled during those endless hours of Man's Monstrosities.
After years of nurturing, feeding, Loving
He has become the harvest of Slave Labor-
His Mind bustles with Enlightenment In the Wind.
Flowing,
Teetering on the divinity that is a summer breeze..
Flying unabashedly wherever the Clouds would take them-
whether it be to a page, the rippling void or
to the street corner of a forgotten minority,
Reality must embrace it.
Simply Drifting past him,
may lead to one sensationalizing the Life of his Breath Brushing Past all Flesh Boundaries-
Seeping through them- Gently molesting, And resting near the Cage of Weary Hearts-
Uncertainty arises-
Pulse Quickens.
And Suddenly,
A Breath of Meaning corrodes every organ littered with shame,
And every Bone collapsing under detachment-
And For a moment-
One dreams of allocating the Sweat soaked from 250 year old winds
and rationing them back to their owners.
One by one-
You'll hand them Radiant Memento Jars-
Steadfastly Glowing As long as The Universe expands..
And they will see Bubbly Glimpses of a past life.
Of A vast place they called Home.
Teeming with an archaic way of life that they can't remember.
And they will disdain you at first.
But at night,
The sanity of their Fingertips will caress it so.
Enthralling them...
Seducing them..
From scraping the floors for regurgitated food off Spanish Slave Ships
To Alliterating The Blackest of Spirits to the mystery of themselves.
The Jar will show them the way.
The Way to Carry On.
And you, the harvest..
Will have facilitated a feeling of hope.
For they would know that they reaped what they sowed.
A commodity created by the Majesty of Night.
An Enigmatic Darkness so Extrinsic that it protrudes inwards,
Into every ambitious Soul that treads upon It's existence-
At the time of Dusk's corruption of the Sky,
He vulnerably attacks it with trembling eyes,
all while it reflects eternity thriving through him.
The Pores of Darkness begin to cling onto the very skin that gives it Purpose-
Diminishing the mystery of it's silence..
An aloof memory fades into the void-
And the silent synchronicity makes Discovering some semblance of individuality futile.
He is one with IT.
He is one with THEM.
They often dwindle and twist his sheepish hair when it lunges lustfully at them,
As if they were Reaping through the Kinky Nature of His thoughts- And sowing resolve..
Which they eloquently bled during those endless hours of Man's Monstrosities.
After years of nurturing, feeding, Loving
He has become the harvest of Slave Labor-
His Mind bustles with Enlightenment In the Wind.
Flowing,
Teetering on the divinity that is a summer breeze..
Flying unabashedly wherever the Clouds would take them-
whether it be to a page, the rippling void or
to the street corner of a forgotten minority,
Reality must embrace it.
Simply Drifting past him,
may lead to one sensationalizing the Life of his Breath Brushing Past all Flesh Boundaries-
Seeping through them- Gently molesting, And resting near the Cage of Weary Hearts-
Uncertainty arises-
Pulse Quickens.
And Suddenly,
A Breath of Meaning corrodes every organ littered with shame,
And every Bone collapsing under detachment-
And For a moment-
One dreams of allocating the Sweat soaked from 250 year old winds
and rationing them back to their owners.
One by one-
You'll hand them Radiant Memento Jars-
Steadfastly Glowing As long as The Universe expands..
And they will see Bubbly Glimpses of a past life.
Of A vast place they called Home.
Teeming with an archaic way of life that they can't remember.
And they will disdain you at first.
But at night,
The sanity of their Fingertips will caress it so.
Enthralling them...
Seducing them..
From scraping the floors for regurgitated food off Spanish Slave Ships
To Alliterating The Blackest of Spirits to the mystery of themselves.
The Jar will show them the way.
The Way to Carry On.
And you, the harvest..
Will have facilitated a feeling of hope.
For they would know that they reaped what they sowed.
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