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Music. Music. Music. Drinks and giggles. Being inspired. Climbing mountains in chucks. Singing labels of soup cans like Elvis. Relishing in my child like since of wonderment. Bike gangs down hills with 40's in my basket. Reading really really fast. Staying up all night for a spontaneous dance party, sing a long, flash mob or slip n slide. Occupying my free time with art. Wandering alleys while singing. Go carting on slick tracks. Remaining optimistic enough to be hopeful yet jaded enough to be funny. Wheat-pasting, sidewalk chalk, graffiti and urban expression. Trying on delicate shoes. Being unafraid. Playing four square till the sun comes. Kung-fu beat-boxing in the park. Trying to understand. Teaching kids. Using the best parts of myself to bring out the best parts of others. Social consciousness, activism, release, expression, and the art of opinion. The brilliant deep-bellied laugh only an autistic student camping can provide. Hiking. Canyons. Rock climbing. Cliff jumbing. Beaches. Caves. Getting lost in libraries, toggling books, on all the things I find amazing in the universe. Remembering what it looked like on the page, in the book, on the shelf. The ocean at night. Snow. Camping. Being genuine while lying for kicks. Owning more shoes, clothes, hats and jewelry then I should. Decorating myself. Looking at pictures of my grandmother adorned in the same way. Giving love truly. Chopping wood. Buidling Fires. Rope Swings. Caring, really caring about humanity without having to loose my mind to pc robots or triple-vegan celibacy. Being ninja. Playing an everyday superhero. Pictured knowledge. And music. I love love love to sing.
Aspirations: sing labels off soup cans. stay down for the get down. achieve peace. write. go to bed late. remain amazed by life. share spontaneous creation of sound. find everything in every person. preserve my horrible and delightful flaws. smash all genres of music together. stay captivated and perplexed by this planet and the people who walk amongst its surface. be ninja. get everything I was promised by the jetsons. make my own clothes. transcend perspective. live with an indigenous tribe. be the change I wish to see in the world. make music with different cultures. tap into the collective conscious. do a stint as a gameshow host. make a sculpture more than a story high. dream. write a book. publish a comic. invent a machine. travel. travel. travel. make documentaries. know as much as I possibly can. challenge the system. unite the masses. afflict the world with my presence.
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To the alleys I wandered singing, the stencils, the hair cut kids, bike gangs, busking on keroac alley, the leathermen in assless chaps, candy flippers, yupsters slumming it, hair colors, fitters, dreaded hipsters, skateboarders, bike messengers, the bars, the venues, the shows, the 2393's and the 2399's, the parks, gimme soma that dim sum, countless art/punk/projection/dance/costume/mustache/house/warehouse/boat/rooftop/ bad costume affairs, the tunnel graffiti, the tattooed superdorks, ukel...
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Fri, February 8, 2008 - 11:45 PM
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You might have caught that street corner. The granite crashing between the heated conversations of flute, viola, and voice. Outside, howling, ripping into the city noise. Above the subsonic hiss of the subway and in the very real and rarely forgiving spotlight of the streets. Spitting, playing, singing, to the buildings, the outsiders, the amalgamation of deviants, geniuses, and freaks that is San Francisco's Mission District. A community. A community with attitude: hip kids, anarchists, ... read more
She walks up gum booted
Tue, November 29, 2005 - 1:03 PM
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and restless Carving the pavement with wire Slits in open buildings Removing scrap from scaffoldings with her teeth Chases moon drops on city buildings Searching for the stars Sits singing in echos Stands dreaming of all time a million alter egos and all of them have great smiles a million alter egos and all of them have great smiles Crass tip tounged Breathing fire and spitting truth Demure eyed lover Sing soul and humming ... read more
Please don?t notice
Tue, November 29, 2005 - 1:02 PM
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The climate drifting trends Packages within packages Heaps and mounds of garbage Bottle tops in oil Baby diaper weeps Consume all you want Because some one already sold you in Buy me Im good for you Ill make everyone notice Then follow me to grave yards Of all the things you cherish Catalog your quarters and melt them into dimes Try on all your gold rings And thank Africa for your diamonds You made money to spend it So heres your chance ... read more
sunset envy
Sun, November 27, 2005 - 1:13 AM
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in deciding oh so tempting strong hold vixen its just illusive endings lustful ties that weakness stays for in these bright lights I'm defending and the sane say that I'm okay invested inside calms the regret widespread walls cold we failed this love to fade I feel the rage but I subside little me illusive got you reaching and the sane say that all are free but my lover down I'm so deceived how do you sleep? awake in the frightful days I'm s... read more
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