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I always found the story of the fall of the Rebel Angels strangely romantic, even as a child. To this day I ADORE this painting depicting the fall.
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March 3, 2009
The Angel, has taken my breath away. His words enter my soul and weave pictures of lust, lunancy and laughter beyond compare. He helps inspires and make me aware, that the most brilliant visions can come from taking a dare. Thank you sir, for this being there.
"My happiness did indeed arise from the same secret as the happiness in dreams; it arose from the freedom to experience everything imaginable simultaneously, to exchange outward and inward easily...as we conquered the war-shattered world by our faith and transformed it into paradise, we creatively brought the past, the future and the fictitious into the present moment. The present moment! Now!"
- Tom Wolfe, "The Electric Koolaid Acid Test"
The present has gone...
Fantasy is a part of reality, but we take the breaks off.
We're thinking clearly, yet not thinking at all.
This feels right.
We stop trying to control things; a warm rush of chemicals through us.
Is this brain damage?
We forget all the hurt and pain in life.
We wanna go somewhere else.
We're not threatened by people, anymore. All our insecurities have evaporated.
We're in the clouds now. Wide open, we're spacemen, orbiting the earth.
Yea, the world looks beautiful from here.
We're nympholeptics, desiring for the unattainable.
We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment.
So many ideas, so little memory.
The last thought killed by anticipation of the next.
We embrace an overwhelming feeling of... love.
We flow in unison. We're together.
I wish this was real.
We want a universal levelof togetherness, where we're comfortable with everyone.
We're in rhythym, part of the movement. We wave goodbye.
-Jip's Monologue "Human Traffic"
Yaknow, Christmas is coming! (taken at the Museum of Surf History)
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There is my heart, and it is much like the desert. Desolate seeming and then spiritual upon reflection and exploration. It is as undeniable and constant as the sun. It burns as hot.
Thus I am sitting in a pool watching diamonds cascade from the hair of a stranger, my mushroom addled mind begging me to reach out and trace old tattoos with new hands. I want to be this places constant companion, my blood making the rushing sound of the water, my eyes dancing like those diamonds do.
These connections are my breath, and I want so much to breathe deep.
A girl with sacred stars on her hips bums me a smoke. She's rolling, she says as her top seems to weave around her neck while my trip takes hold.
Fresh friends, we bang instruments and share out here where sharing was once survival and has become communion. We are a fresh crew, divine in moments in sand dust and mud, brought together by collaboration location and luck.
I lept lost headfirst into the murk to disappear among the algae and wildlife that dwells below the surface, allow it to wash over me like a metaphor for what dwells, is hidden, and yet alive.
Oh, this is my place, it's my mirror. Every grain of sand and hidden alleyway among the scrub-brush is an allegory for the dips and dives of my nature. My skin sucks up the experience like the ground craves water. I run with all the small animals that eek out a living among bright spirits in this once forgotten and forever coveted place.
And too soon the world calls me. I ascend, hearing drums come up from the valley as I dream of taking flight and gliding back down-
To stay.
Dockweiler Beach, 2/16/08, Angel Wylde and S'eafra
Hokay, so I really really wanna go to SD for Decompression. It's my birthday today and I want to hang out with my best friends there to celebrate. (Dready Kim and Matt, if ya know em)
Unfortunately my SO has to work on Saturday and we share a car so I'm completely stuck.
I live in Santa Ana, and can help out with gas money and other green things. ;)
Please MSG me if you can help. I get off work Friday at 3:30, which means I could leave as early as 4:30 to 5, but if your schedule r...
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I want to tell you my story. God knows I've taken enough stabs at it over the years. There were times where I would blink and three hours had gone by while I poured my heart out, begging anyone, everyone to come take a look. In the end I wonder if I did it mainly for critique. In the end I always threw up my arms in dismay, disgusted at how self-effacing it sounded, or self-glorifying. If I were to tell it in a linear way, you would spend half the story wanting to pick me up and dust me ...
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about me
You should know two things about me right off the bat.
#1 - I believe ALL love, should be free.
#2 - Anything you can do with clothes on, is infinitely more fun naked.
2a. With the exception of anything involving pan-frying.
2b. Specifically anything involving bacon.
I'm an absolute individual,
Just like everybody else...
Alright.
I've done these introductions over ten years and so many blogs, sub-sites, personal webpages, DJ and writer profiles that I seriously think my head will explode. I just don't have the will to tweak code for three hours just to tell you who I'm fucking or that I don't like chocolate milk.
What I will tell you is this. My name is Daniel.
Everyone calls me Angel.
Well, actually people in California call me Tranquil, or Dragon.
People from St. Louis call me Egypt, or Amadeus.
Angel just keeps popping back up over the years. The reasoning behind this is not as pretentious as you might expect. The fact is that I'm a former DJ/Promoter, who generally are known for their monikers not their names. As to why so many?
I have a very short attention span.
Just to run down the short version of the stories involved...
Egypt = Because of my tatoos.
Amadeus = Thought it would be cool to DJ under it.
Dragon = I blow fire.
Tranquil = My Antelope Valley Raver Name
Angel = Longest story of them all, and you'll have to ask me about that one.
I'm married, quite possibly to the downest coolest craziest hottest lil' (figuratively speaking, she's 6') surfer-hippie-nudist girl in the world. So, if you ever try to take me home you're gonna have to save an extra seat. ;)
I have a couple of best friends, a few really good ones, and a LOT of good ones. If that offends anyone don't worry, friends are allowed to challenge for position at will. Terms are battle to submission and weapons are either meat-cleavers or gifts of money to yours truely.
If you're reading my opinions, I'm polite, but there are some things I just can't stand. I don't like rules that don't make sense. I DESPISE elitism or pretentiousness in any form and will most likely verbally rip apart someone that displays either trait. If it's any consolation I've got absolutely NO head for names and if you meet me in real life wether or NOT we've ever crossed verbal swords... well, I'll probably hug you. ;) I'm pretty gentle most-times though I'm capeable of sucking up ambient energy at parties and becomming my own private lil fireball.
Well jesus, what else do you wanna know really? My day to day is pretty simple. I work, I smoke, I drink, I pop pills and have pre-marital sex (I guess it's post-marital sex now. ;). I DJ. I rock out, occasionally with my cock out.
I'm out here, you know? I'm out hear to teach you and learn from you, to share your victories and mourn your downfalls. I loved you before I met you and if you ever left I'm still standing here waiting for you to come back.
I'm a 31 year old Peter Pan who will never grow up and even if he does has no intention of growing old. I was going to gatherings and dousing myself with glowstick juice before most people on the scene now were allowed outside by themselves. I won't make a big deal out of how young you are if you don't make a big deal about how old I am. Chances are I can out-drink, out-run, out-fight, out-hug, out-love just about anybody...
And if you're the exception to that rule, we're gonna be *great* friends. :)
Speaking of great friends...
Who are you?
...and Don't Fuck With Us
...explanation to follow. :)
... how much for the ape?" - Hunter S. Thompson
This actually hurt... alot, a split second later. ;)
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