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Miami in the Eighties

2009-08-01T11:53:00.001-07:00

You know this site is like a 'Travel Guide' to what's dope. The following clip is a concentrated version of the state that the U.S. is in now - meaning how F'd up we handle life and how often the government looks for solutions up their asses.

Miami in the Eighties

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Prince Zimboo x Mad Decent = Major Lazer

2009-08-01T11:37:00.001-07:00

From freshlyserious.com this clip is raw and embodies the spirit of Hip-Hop and for those not in the know start here: http://www.majorlazer.com/ and work your way around the web and figure it out -

Prince Zimboo x Mad Decent = Major Lazer

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The Return of Fresh

2009-07-30T07:17:00.000-07:00

The masses define who we are; either we share the same glare or push through to dare an nonconformist pursuit in a life of "Garanimal" functionless style and copy cat artistic taste.

There was a time not long ago when ƒresh was dope and biting was something to lose your teeth over - now we're all in the same boygirlraprockharleydavidsonben&jerry gang (?) tattoo shirts schoolboy glasses reebok pumps (still fucking ugly) skinny jeans skateboard - woah! could somebody please call it like it is - biting! perpetrating! it's like living in Compton and wearing a rainbow jumpsuit just to play it safe... hell no! for some the fusion is natural, but when the fusion becomes a cookie cut of style then the "natural ones" evolve far away (naturally) - the "new style" is the old style, not even the fresh aspect but the "back in the day was wack aspect" (wasn't Kwame {polka dots} the last mother fucker to rock "school boy" glasses?)

hey I love all of us - but for those of us who aren't the 12,677,886 member of the cool kids, or in Kid Cudi's global entourage: Fucking A right man (and lady) stay crisp!

Generate, synonymous with create, evolve, originate, engender, institute. Generation is the action of the aforementioned - also Generation means a group of individuals belonging to the same set of ideas, principles and problems (30 year span) . It seems that it's going to be up to the next generation (our children) to actually be a generation of creators and not straight out biters; we all fill our minds by ingesting the world around us and at times we're unable to avoid mimicking or showing an apparent influence - but the pop crowds and Terra-stars are like a rapidly boiling cauldron (not a melting pot) the masses have cripple the infrastructure of music and fashion and as theirs collapse beneath the weight of tom foolery the crisp clean canvas that awaits like the second coming will be blessed by those with a purest heart and drive to breach uncharted depths of perception. They of course will use the same fabrics, colors and sound textures that have always been used - but hopefully the monotonous musings and benchmarks of their journeys will be saved for the biography after the return of Fresh.

Just ahead is the bridge where the wind beats against our faces, and the tracks meet and the wax melts into reflecting pools of sounds, we play the ear drum with a gut wrench til the butterflies flee entangled in a tango meant to style us back and forth on the rewind

Eerie eerie ear canal against the weathered tracks, listen closely - do you fear that? Stick your fingers in your eyes, now cry again - not what you heard now, is it? Just an ear dart shot from the hip... "digital crates still require fingertips..."

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FYI -

2009-07-21T16:27:00.000-07:00

Nuclear hits

> 9

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CPEhVAYi0k

> District 9

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZnpzfcMheA

Hot Picks

>Chocolate:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGjUyu9c8Ng

>Storm Riders:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_gwBRmnFwo

>Dragon Tiger Gate:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUuFGV_qoEk

>Tekkon Kinkreet:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWj77NUjLI4

Comic relief

>The Devil's Sword (golok setan)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Szt1hCPVmXE

Kids

Cj7:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovZT5vZOwWQ

Ponyo on the cliff by the sea (gake no ue no Ponyo):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiNB4epGxK8

Recent rants

> Horsemen:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KS8fp9_vlt4

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Facebook is last years Myspace

2009-07-20T16:51:00.000-07:00

Oh yeah I said it; though the mouth of the funnel be infinitely proportioned it seems infinitesimal in cool - that being said, most use it of course because it's like putting a tap on your forehead and pouring select aspects of your life into the minds of the plethora of junkies addicted to the modern day grape vine; each pour a private brew of your own design - some get the master brew, others get the 'summer ale' and most will get the watered down 'lite' version - less filling so they're apt to drink it a keg at a time.

Now it's all about information - right? Or promotion? Who cares - right? Well I fucking do - I feel that I am several stops ahead waiting on you fucks to get off the train, that has to be why It's so hard for me to communicate with my "friends"; they're all strung out on last years MySpace A.K.A. Facebook...

Yeah it's cool I'm square and you're all a big fucking broken circle spiraling in on itself into basically a fucking knot of ideas and pretenses that need room to breathe; what the fuck is wrong with email - is it todays pager?

Yeah I'm bitter but it's pretty fuckin' sweet brah - last man standing, looking down the tracks wondering if that plume of smoke is the "Spacebook Myface" express derailing into a pile of "what the fuck"

So - this blog is my way of venting an issue. At first I thought about emailing my FS&G group as one same middle finger to all (with love of course) but maybe two out of many will read this and be like "what the fuck? I just emailed /text/ called him the other day..." it's not for you - print it, jig saw it into a thousand tiny pieces , blow it in the wind and call it the Da vinci mold...

Yeah - don't believe the hype, before facebook you were king of friends on myspace, you're just a whore, a butterfly about the web fluttering (twittering - which is hindu for 'fag') ... be careful little butterfly there are spiders in the web...

yeah - I just don't get it....

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Jibberish...

2009-07-08T14:51:00.000-07:00

I am stuck between the minds eye and the funnel tongue.... so abuse your ear with these:

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The hinges squeak though oiled well and often - sounds like hissing as they speak, listen closely and you'll hear turning in the coffin. Pretty make up on the veil soothes the hunger of spotlight, their world is staged and their limos trained to park bright - with looks to kill they aim from script more so than often worth a thousand yards of glare as cameras flash flood the night.

Remember why you're here, the camera's there and it's a monster -

Oh how we anxiously wait to rubber neck the speeding train to finally wreck and when we miss (as we often do) we recreate through rear-views using hollywood super glue.

Striking iron hot until it melts into a pot from which the kettle gets the black of which we fade from the first act. The intermission is a story of what you need and where to buy it carpet bagging the finest dreams - you'll flip to try it (one dimensional acrobats): Stickman, Stick-woman how fly you are , You're now produced to die bizarre. From black to blue your eyes are read and tossed aside into the web - and the fans will blow until they see red and from hatchlings grow into the finest thread which mother spider spins a song so sweet it sticks (can't help to sing along).

We watch ourselves wreck gawking at the crash of the brightest of stars - blinded by the glare of the fame in lights, attentions are herded into a dark parade of vulgarity; bleeding hearts on ragged sleeves with our heads upon a plate - oh how we're loved by the spiders...

How we crave to mourn the dearly departed; I must be the sole occupant of a very high and lengthy limb - the unexpected death of Michael Jackson has spurred a stampede of voices that though at the present appear to be genuine with grief were conveniently absent during the allegations of child molestation. The swell of interest in the MJ phenomena makes me wonder why we assemble over soap operatic occurrences such as the passing of a loved one albeit a celebrity yet the day to day grind that we encounter at all facets from all walks of life doesn't yield the same results. Faintly the image of bridges being crossed in peace appear in the background of our lives -

- Back to MJ. The memorials and specials that I happened to see in bits and pieces had an opportunistic element about them; the way we grieve varies from person to person , you and I both know this - but the events that were to commemorate seemed ladened with distasteful homages with a few honest respects being paid beneath "The Show"...

Maybe I'm calloused and not in tune - or maybe I am in tune to a frequent scene that prevails via an auditory smoke and mirrors; though the initial request per Randy Jackson was for the press to respect the Jackson family during their moment of grief - the spectacle that followed within the blink of an eye was something to scrutinize: Michael's daughter crying at the podium was too much for me to buy - as adults we know that our children will handle the loss of love dearly and by all means MJ's children should've been spared from the camera and all media until it settled somewhat into the scope of a child's understanding. Pay tribute with song by real singers, Brooke Shields doesn't sing don't show her doing so - and I remember the era that her and MJ we're rumored to be dating and how she pretty much dissed him to the press to distance herself from him career wise (don't ask me why but at the time maybe her publicist thought it to be a good move). The exaggerated sorrow was indeed Oscar worthy by some - again, where were they when MJ was on trial; couldn't character witnesses of such credible "stars" help dissolve what very well may have been a "witch hunt" of sorts.

None the less - I have revisited past performances by MJ that may have faded into the obscurity of my world internet and cable whose ingredients are en endless well of time absorbing stimuli. MJ was a great performer and could sing his ass off no matter the conditions - unlike the prima dons and donnas that litter the airwaves with just a hint of his ability. Though I favored Prince throughout the "Who's better" debate that will still carry on long after both men have departed the face of the Earth - I can't deny how dope MJ was; another ripple of aggravation stems from those who swim only the shallow end of a very deep pool of music that MJ is responsible for; few reach into the "Off the Wall" LP and most only cite "Thriller" and "Billy Jean" from the album "Thriller" - but with "This Place Hotel" (Triumph), "Don't stop til you get enough"- "Rock with You"- "Off the Wall" (Off the Wall), "Wanna be startin' somethin'"- "P.Y.T." - "Human Nature" (Thriller) and the plethora of hits that ensued I don't want to hear Thriller, Billy Jean, Bad but the Raw MJ that put it down outside the fragile grasp of MTV and BET...

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Fast Brain to Asheville...

2009-07-04T11:52:00.000-07:00

Amongst the cluttered mind are better halves blown into pieces, a scheme of things fast forwarding rear views tightly wrapped around itself and won't unwind it's maddening thesis. The wheels turn towards the night - heavy driven walls cascade in streams of thought; some passengers battle with mutiny and dreams into the light only to sink backwards barring teeth at the fools of whom it's caught. Some share aspects of the same wrecked train of thought that caterwauls while flailing in the same vain cadence - Candy Gun drops Shooting Rain; "Waiter where's my check my rubber necks not the same..." The hosts are lost adrift the churning waves of where they aren't, away they go reciting claims of myth and raunch - such an empty foolish sound; running with their mouths wide open, failing the sea - complaining that it drowns. Sometimes the daggers make it clear - tiny daggers for the ear - to 'hear' is pain, it's here they disappear and drain the sewage of sounds into the brain.... Why doth thou complain? I see no shackles nor chains - so why doth thou remain?

Point the finger - point the way - a ghost that lingers will haunt the day. Uneasy vessel your charts awry, the seas are thick with sick crews of narrow minds without the time to idle wit: "are those bananas? cool - lets split..."

Still the minor for the mast - from hollowed bliss a twisted wind blows and from the fog emerges patience. In the Sun light is a waste - soon the moon tows dusk ashore, what's left of pleasure cruises the bottom of a bottle. The ids are restless - ego's are bruised and the "super" says that the rent is due: at the bottom there's a hole that leads upward flowing into a magnificent fountain....

- I apologize for the afore written... fell off the path in the surrounding rivers of distraction:

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The comforts of our day to day happenings are always challenged when an uncontrolled aspect is discovered, added or encountered - that of course is life and inevitable; coincidentally it's the common thread that stitches us all together: the "Inevitable". No matter how affluently wealthy or poor, well educated or misled, the inevitable must filter through our perspective minds and fit somehow into the scope of all that we find acceptable - even that which we disagree should be accepted and more so than often finds it's place strewn across the ruins of failed relationships, short comings, and dreams often held at bay by armies of closeted skeletons.

As a traveller, be it of the mind or body - we will find ourselves walking in the dark and fumbling for the light switch in the place that we're accustomed to, out of habit and in a sense taking for granted that all must be placed on accordance to what we find to be the norm. The "norm" - an egocentricity that sometimes forks it differences into a tongue that escapes the mind and ravages the balance from a voice that doesn't know that it's lost... Ultimately glowing a fool lost in the court of life - pointing the finger all the way through that which stares back at you and "inevitably" pushing the button that sets the spiral in motion.

- so many old sayings (if not all) stand true and untested by choking time; never judge a book by it's cover. Lately this has been running a marathon through my mind - then it hit me: "hell, most live their lives creating a cover which to be judged by..." - so true I had to think if I thought that at all or simply allowed some old thought to float from the depths of a sea of words that I have funneled from books and airwaves into an open mouth casket of a brain.

The motion I was in was part of an escape from the squares and circles that my associates we're tired and afraid of - as for myself I was mistaken as complacent and knew enough to chalk one up to the fact that it could be true (though I would dare to differ). All roads lead away and to the middle of nowhere. The maps we choose will be encrypted differently for the specific traveller: we all approach every step the same yet think of it entirely different. I for one haven't distorted expectations of human beings. I know that fucked up is fucked up - no matter who does it or who it's done to. Life is forever a tempestuous ocean of change and if you're not careful we're you tread water you're apt to drown trying to compel the sea to fit into a dixie cups worth of perspective. People are biological machines calibrated for life centered around who they perceive themselves to be. Each machine fueled by a variety of stimuli that differs from one to the next - the paths each one takes will wear the machine differently as well; if no maintenance occurs then degradation occurs and this differs from machine to machine as well; the light intersects the dark and vice versa - conflict resonates along the thread of the inevitable; change is at the hands of the master mechanic whose ability is measured by the range of tools used to calibrate change in the other: but all master mechanics know that for every click to the right there's one being made to the left, for every light that's dimmed there's one that's brightened - the perfect world is a balance of opposites, the path to enlightenment varies and is forever lost for the sole purpose of being constantly found.

- to be heard you must speak the language; don't blame the native ear, train your foreign tongue. with that I give you: Blah blah fucking blah....

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2009-06-30T09:56:00.000-07:00

A field of thought twists and climbs like a ravenous vine. logic seems far fetched as the vines rise in waves and crash into a stranglehold that squeezes perception into a faint light. Battered by the waves the shores of an Island disappears with each step - each step a crossroad devoured in bliss as the vines thicken from all it consumes. The Island fades eternally - reinventing it's shores just beyond the farthest reach of an ever growing vine; the vine adjusts it's appetite to prefer the taste of change. The Island is everything the vine hates - it is reason, equality, freedom, understanding and acceptance in a world of languages scripted per the days fashion. A flower in a sea of vines flowers amidst the weeds beckoning the hinges of perception to release the doors in lieu of windows nailed shut. The Island is the middle of nowhere center of it all and hikes up its shores submitting itself to the waves that rise out of chaos - swollen from ignorance and thrusting from a hollow - only to find the Island to be a mirage. A matador excites the world which seeks to confound and blind - a world that rears a devils tangle of choking breath, gathering all it's reaches into a killers grasp and in one mighty blow it attempts to plow the dull edges of confusion into a peace that is still, calm and unnerved. The Islands an illusion - a matador that lures it's enemies from out of the dark as it travels into the unknown of each approaching moment. That vine of chaos which cultivates the frustration like a gardener in order to feed once it's full bloom, chokes on itself as the matador pulls away the veil as the monstrous bull of tangles strikes. The Islands a myth - a flower amidst a sea of weeds, the eye shut to a world closing in. It seems that to find the light of a situation one must enter the dark. There's frustration and hope with every breath - so inhale for a change of breath...

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day three of fast...

2009-06-23T09:46:00.000-07:00

Don't buy into the "News" - critique it. The masses move like tempestuous waves of hunger towards a shore of spoon shaped views; we have become addicted to woe and watching the world crumble around us - we channel the majority of our powerful minds into a torrential regurgitation of hand picked problems from the Media giants - and that's alright, just understand that problems exist all around and we're captivated by how intense they burn across our television and computer screens. Once you're aware you need not wait for the news to come to you - you go to the news and never take the same road twice in one trip. Like a fighter create angles to approach the problem and as a fighter step in with punches and step away with punches as well (the punch be a sharp mind yet open perspective). The filthy rich (gotta luv em) have royally fucked off their excessive leisure's, they lose one of many homes, cars, yachts etc - left with millions of equity and yet they cry. Now there are stories of those who took risks with their own money and have gone from being millionaires to delivering pizza's, sad but the poor lose jobs over BS all the time - where's their story of losing a below minimum wage job with no benefits or room for concrete growth (from french fries to drive thru window doesn't count). I'm all over the place I know - ultimately the recession is about the changes of the financial power dynamic (hinged upon the acquisition of debt) the middle class now has to adjust the trajectory of their american dream for the inevitable 'Long Shot' that the poor are stressed into gambling for the majority of their lives. As long as there are summer blockbusters, new automobiles (Toyota's are built in the U.S. by the way) and a plethora of athletes getting millions a year then there's no recession - it's called "THRIFTING" and it's only new to the illustrious rich who once made a mockery out of the blue collar worker on their way up and even on the way down they still seek to establish footholds on the backs of the poor. Step back and think: you need dirt, so someone digs that dirt up and lends it to you - there's a hole that you agree to fill based on the dirt lender's approval of your ability to do such; the dirt lender was only concerned with closing the deal and neglected you as a person without the means to live comfortably and make enough dirt to cover your peace of mind with enough left to fill the hole. push always comes to shove and the blue collar gets behind on dirt and that hole gets deeper per the lenders term for the enterprising and hopeful blue collar that believes in the American way of reaping what you sew. The hole eventually swallows the worker and what the lender has sewn is an even deeper hole from start that needs to be filled - the dirt dealer has a friend who deals dirt as well and agrees to buy the hole for the value it would have if it weren't a hole. the hole is now an asset based on a failed business transaction - maybe the lenders should be penalized and lose that loan if the upon re assessment it's found that the borrower wasn't qualified - it's akin to selling alcohol to a minor or giving a blind man a gun or putting a coin in a slot machine: it's wrong and the results can be fatal from a gamble that could never be justified. This is bullshit and don't believe the panic that's being sold. We trusted the rich - enamored by their wealth and associated their money with intelligence, they screwed us all the way to the bank and when the bastard child was born months later they're claiming it's not theirs...

You know that war means innocent lives are taken - regardless of what side you're on. You know that we only kill the poor - the rich are never bombed, only a version of their Harlem, Compton, SW Atlanta. You know that the education systems are imbalanced and creates distance between the opportunities available for the youth of upper and lower classes. You know that we are constantly trying to use a broken wheel to turn the world around - Feel free to think freely don't buy into the news use it carefully or else it'll explode in your face leaving you blind to all else except the sights and sounds that are sponsored for you to hear....

*I like the concept of successful athletes, music and movie stars alike are great for what they give us (an escape and something to aim for/ at) . I believe that you must fight the 'good fight' from the place you call home; there needs to be an adjustment at the bottom so that income inspires pride and if you're one of the assholes who financially fucked the poor and now is positive with H.I.P. (homeless in poverty) then you'd be able to live financially calibrated to have what you work for without the grim reaper of debt at your door.

I actually have nothing to justify keeping a Blog - no juicy gossip for what's told to me is only shared with the teller; share secrets only with the secrets keeper. the technical side is an over glorified wish list that we all share. the latest movies and music I'm too poor to afford an accurate "Jump" to share / critique so I'm left to state that I'm closing down on day three of a non-religious (organized) fast - day one was a impromptu leap and day two was a rich junkies stroll throughout the wee hours of the night; all I could do was think of the things that I was going to eat once it was over - woke up in the middle of day three (7 am; started fast late afternoon) and actually tried to think of food (out of habit?) and found the thoughts as stimulating as the Sex in the City movie (?) so if you've read this I applaud your patience and thank you for your time... Are blogs invalid if not updated daily?

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theme on themer

2009-06-20T13:05:00.000-07:00

The beauty of song is that the shape it takes is all relevant to the endless ear funnels in which it is poured. From there is fills a cavity of perception whose shape is incomprehensible in itself. the sound cools over an ever changing mood - what is initially heard can quickly cement its resonation in the listener; whose ability to navigate, swim and circumnavigate the jagged shallows or omnipotent depths of composition is based upon how well an ear matures - an ear without eyes. We're all exquisite connoisseur's of what's exotic yet the simple need for a melody, lyric, beat will compel us to supersize the funnel, force it until all hope of "getting it" spills out onto the floor - shapes shift from out of frequencies, distorted waves of "goodbye" and / or "hello" (depending on what you feel); mass produced too cut you loose from the mind that grinds the noose from five to nine - sounds legendary on 'rewind', the riff's a myth of decibels - some cool breeze to blow the mind. gunfights and car chases bridging bars with bait (just a sucker for the hook); what the fuck did that speaker spray? I like my volume with the lights on - "space car driver are you really enjoying that tweeter flap?" looks like shit, sounds like shit - some of us are bent to quack - most of us will commence to sound like that - favored are the few who coil around the sound so precious to fold your time around. look at nonsense on parade - the emperor is still a fool: snapping his fingers to the sound of heavy leaving.

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...blow your house down

2009-06-15T10:58:00.000-07:00

I recently re-read an article by Kevin Kelly in the June 09 issue of Wired (one of my neck and neck favorites). The article is titled "The New Socialism" - it's a great comparison of the old Governed Socialism to what it is today: a selfish volunteer workforce for a multifaceted and multi-platform greater good; it basically dissolves the obstacles that Capitalism provides when in the pursuit of something that is truly better / new and improved. The article made me think that amidst the wars, global warming, recession etc. that maybe the "open source" approach to the internet and its applications is the first step towards an enlightened society. Now we are far away from that sans a mind boggling catastrophic occurrence that plummets us into a unified crisis, leveling the playing field in such a manner that we're left with no other choice but come together... sorry but prepare yourself for a long winded statement; the open source approach to fixing the "bugs" has proved by far to be a huge and valuable success - according to Kelly's article over 60,000 'man years' were selfishly poured into the release of Linux 9 alone. Ultimately those involved aren't looking for fame or fortune - not even a pat on the back, they bridge gaps between unknown possibilities, allowing conclusions to be concisely drawn and essentially propel our thinkers onward, eliminating the need to hire, fire, consult, package, market, price, sell, update (you get the picture). So I started thinking of "open source" as another way to skin the proverbial cat - that of course requires numerous levels of expertise and education that I am far from: the way I 'humbly' think of this approach is basic, the infrastructure underlying our most inhumane conditions across the globe - lack of life essential resources such as a clean drinking water, sustainable food sources, education and eerily most of all a 'Voice' that's not muffled and heard by those with an ability to implement positive change (without petitions, red tape and commercials which are shocking and sad but seem to be an overall waste of money in it's production and broadcasting alone).

I know long - I need to get to the point, I pretty sure that I can and will and if this becomes too much don't worry, this is a Nicole Richie Blog in a few hours from now it'll be nothing more than skin and bones and you'll wonder how it even exists..

O.K. - the 60,000 man years that went into Linux 9 alone (in a year!) is a beacon of hope, we of course have to make a living and as technology advances to make that 'living' less arduous we are given more room to pursue our whims which are less likely to lead to debaucheries when the stresses of an inefficient system/infrastructure hikes up the prices of gas (a cost more per month than a car note), the price of food, utilities etc.. As we're given more room to breathe we're given more room to feel free to think freely. the task of achieving a efficient system that spans the globe will cost mega bucks - no way around that, but as our technologies require software to accelerate the processes of engineering a better way the open source approach presents an unparalleled workforce that if clocked at ten dollars an hour for 40 hours a week 12 months came to a total of $1,152,000,000.00 and that's based on the 60,000 man years that went into Linux 9 alone; I hate math and I'm sure there's someone who will decimate my simple calculations from the basement of their parents house during World of Warcraft quests - but based on the simple math for one application the value of the workers involved is mind boggling . eliminating the "pitch" to get the "account" to "package" the idea on specific levels will

- my three year old isn't going to give me a break and the point of this has escaped for now, but hopefully the momentum of this is enough for you to want to read Kelly's article and or put this into some perspective that gives you hope in our ever disappointing society...

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FS&G I: Vol. 2

2009-06-13T19:11:00.000-07:00

the following has been emptied and refilled:

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- as animals we fight; wether it be the "Good Fight" or the facetious one when we strike for blood... the morning gives hint of the coiled spine and forked tongue polishing the fangs disguised as the "rabbit punch" that broke through - found its mark, the sequence of buttons pushed in a final jab... Composure stricken with faults breaks.

the "Union" is a tug of warring hinges each a separate dimension of of daggers cloaked in fingers poking at the good eye behind perception... a chain of traps linked to the bottom of the shallowest of fools - fully fledged in foolish tact, a dizzying slight of height - hands are black from pushing back...

liking "IT" for what it's for, for what it is and nothing more... the "Audience" is a cool way to decorate the tiniest of rooms - so why the target practice? reality is the fiction that ensues after we really drag it over the hot coals of each others suffering - are we dueling or quarreling?

"I ran into a stranger, apparently she knew me - by the numbers she quoted anger from the drama in her movie. I tried to explain that I'm no actor for directing better suits me..."

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2009-06-11T16:39:00.000-07:00

Robert Palmers version of "You are in my system" is like Tom Jones version of "Kiss"

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Nauseum Museum

2009-06-11T15:32:00.000-07:00

The targeted heart rate to make a decent loving from the www dot my eyes and cross my tease realm is unattainable - an octopus of perception failing in a sea of trees, drowning in potential; the seed is a world of fruit, remove the hinges and soon flees the door - unlock the frame and something will bond empty to filling.

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2009-06-10T08:02:00.000-07:00

maybe the point of this is at the tip of an arrow shot from a bow at a moment in time strung from zero's and one's encrypting an idea formed - the archer closes his eyes and spins a roulette of varied orchestrations, each one the bulls eyed perception of data flying...

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- William Tell was a drunk

...FS&G

2009-06-10T05:26:00.000-07:00

So the blog is boring - not the kind of juicy read you'd find in line at your local grocer. I am looking into another format now - at the moment the good old fashion "email" with the media fire link is #1 and the blog is crap and is less personal than the email. I'll still use it along with a third medium which you'll be informed of as soon as I get more info from Shane Beers out Wesr...

Da'shon (Atlanta) used media fire to share his mixes and personal productions (which are really cool) - I was impressed by the ease of use and jumped on the Media fire service in a flash.

Shane was cool enough to point out Double Twist as the preferred method of sharing way out west... I just want the most direct route of access for my friends, and will use all three to see what gifts the music in the most concise manner...

Will update folder in a few hours...

Testing...

2009-06-08T10:18:00.000-07:00

Hello - still trying to reach my friends with music... this is a test run for now; I abhor the whole MyFaceBlog.com - solely based on my social deficiencies; yet I feel a common bond (as we all do) across the globe via music; some bonds shared by many most by few - so why not share some of my MP's with you: again files deleted in about 24 (give or take 10)....

here:

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