JNaturaL
JNaturaL
Oct 2014
My birth name’s Janelle. When I rap people call me JNaturaL. After I rap they call me a lot of other things.
Mostly in my head.
I turn ugly things pretty and vice versa. Sometimes I use my voice for this, other times it’s with Adobe Illustrator and Pantone books.
When God pushed the button: 7th lifetime. Hope I get it right this time…
My first real performance was when I sang a Bette Midler song to my parents/relatives at a party after my first vocal lesson. I was the shit. My first rap performance was a lot of really fast rapping, veins popping out of my neck, and people either low-key amazed or low key hating that I’m an Asian female. I was the shit, again.
I would like to gain a global entry pass to every city on Earth, free first class airline tickets anytime I travel, five-star hotel rooms with down feather beds and 5,000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, Illuminati status, the finest sea urchins on beds of sushi rice, an alkaline water filtration system to drink from and bathe in, babies, the cure for cancer, freedom, happiness and completion.
Same as above.
Alcohol, heartbreak and lucid dreams.
My neighbor’s car alarm, my cat when she decides to play soccer with my healing crystals, no air conditioning, my mental disorder in which I think everything’s covered in crumbs and, thereby, so are my sheets—which makes me really uncomfortable. Also failure, death, time and poverty.
If I told you I would be dry snitching on myself.