SRxMM

Akemashite omedetou

2012-01-01T15:34:00.000-08:00

2012, while you're waiting backstage awaiting your entrance, let me say that you have my complete trust in making this point forward, life-changing.

I know a great deal is my responsibility based on my devotion, but a few helpful "signs" from time to time to keep me on track would own my humility.

So far, it's been a good beginning. This past April, when visiting home, I finally had the chance to ask my grandmother to teach me how to make her ozoni. I've craved it every new year for as long as I can remember, yet never could figure out how she made it, especially when everything was to the taste.

For the first time in 10 years, I had the opportunity to make it for myself, and have it on New Years Day. In the process, the newbie's always have a little difficulty, but what made it awesome was, while prepping, I was speaking with my grandma, mentioning how certain flavors weren't blending. Without a hitch, she recommends a few ingredients, and magically, it's a very very close second to hers. I swear, for a second, it literally felt like she was next to me.

Thank you for the care package grandma!

All parties get ready to jump in the pool!

final simmer before placing in the mochi...longest wait ever!

What makes me so proud and makes this dish so significant, is the simple fact that my grandmother took the time to teach me, and emphasized how much of a pleasure it was to pass a family life long tradition. I'm so flattered by this, and as I have my second serving of ozoni, I can already feel this year will be different.

Maintaining a, "Give em hell in 2012 and never let other distractions, affect my own actions!"

Do Values Make No Sense Into Cents

2011-02-02T20:03:00.000-08:00

A penny for your thoughts. Please, half the bullshit that revolves around people's information for knowledge has a perfect hole straight through it. Past literal, metaphorically, that speaks volumes. Transparent, worthless, faulty. Yes, I am ranting, and for most, should you be offended, then odds are, you just found out something about yourself that you dispise. Not our fault you rely on greed, horrible music, a stronger pride in being dumb, and take rather than earn. Freeloaders should beware, you made our mighty mantra, "eye for an eye", seemingly weaker, by employing laws, affirmative action, social paranoia, to help weaken the term.

However, that's a negative, we're that sleeper cell, just fair, honest, progressive, and inspiring motives. Not your strong arm bullshit to purposely place society to fail. Running media, music, content, advertising. No wonder the world is such a bunch of prissy bitches, I have stress, I have this, I can't do this, they said this, cry me a fucking river. Take responsibilty for yourself and be significant. Anyone who inspires caught the drift in the winds of change that carries whispiers of pinnacle people in life. Now, with the sniffling of self soathing, what whiff is now a foul smell called bullshit, and we're catching on. Rather the disgust, we're searching for the source.

Keep the misguided information coming please. Let the lemmings follow the same dance, think online bashing is a serious offense, and dress the same by assuming different. I can taste the freedom on my lips, layered by the ash of war and revolution. Shallow minded bitches, use your imagination, do somethig to take pride in, not a score, not hits/comments/followers. Touch a hand that went from bitten while feeding, to holding with trust. Invest and contribute instead of lie and take. Trust, your body language does snitch.

This molotov's for you. Fuck making it reign, rather make it count. The revolution is viral...

Time Flies

2011-01-27T18:49:00.000-08:00

Wow the first month of the new year has already nearly come and gone. At least it's been a relatively strong start to the goals and dedication I demanded of myself at the ending of 2010.

Being that I always incorporate a strong work ethic and professional pride, I'm impressed to see my transition, from complaining and playing the victim, to energy conservation instead of bitching, and focusing on the task at hand.

Reminder to self, we all deal with bullshit, stressful, unfair, financial, and personal unforseen situations...the moral, all ingredients to a legacy of a person's life. Be significant.

NAKAMA Brand is no joke

2011-01-23T11:29:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I had the pleasure of linking up with the Nakama Brand crew (Al, Jay, Pete, and Peter). Great bunch of humble and totally amusing guys. Please keep an eye out for this brand, as they TRULY GET IT! I'm totaly psyched to see the execution and rise of their work.

What struck me the most was One, even after a shitload of coffee and senseless rambling, they all kept eye contact with me and listneed. The fact that out of the 90% of random bullshit that was singing from my mouth, they could ALL relate. Keep in mind folks, as nowadays, it's hard enough to relate with A person, I could relate with the WHOLE crew.

And Two, their focus isn't about total financial gain and social recognition. I couldn't help but to take pride in a conversation where, preservation, inspiration, and influence were such emphasized goals.

Thank you guys for blessigng me with a great kick it session, along with just some well needed laughs. Can't wait to jump into more projects with ya'll. Please visit: wantvsneed.com and nakamabrand.com to stay current. They also have a f'n hilarious twitter feed. Follow your boys: @AlMofos @JPIZO @PartyPeter @PeteUlatan

Crazy Awesome

2011-01-11T20:39:00.000-08:00

While submerged in which small fire to put out first, comfort seems to whisper the most unreasonable approach.

Let them all burn, let progress follow it's path, and allow fate and chance an opportunity to indulge. Logically, that's ridiculous, attacking a small fraction is better than it expanding.

Let the fire burn, the way it's course is intended to. Selfishly, my thought is to extinguish anything that becomes remotely close. It'll invades my personal space and in my mind, this is my spot, I've earned it.

Observe all of the surroundings, not just the fire that burns. When they ignite, the scattered inferno became unified and uniformed. However, seeing things as a whole, the fire has now contained itself, a controlled burn. That rage became tame.

That same fire that instills fear, at one point shed light. I have to remind myself, as a child, when we wanted something bad enough, we'd believe with passion, no matter the outcome. I'll take the heat, as I'm standing in the kitchen...

MMXI Weak Won

2011-01-07T18:33:00.000-08:00

MADE IT! As if it's not hard enough to have to just work. Rather, returning to what people "put off" during the last two weeks of December, to now !@#$, "we" need to hurry up and complete this mayhem. There was no holiday. No getting out early. No spirited music. Not even a gentle entry...whew.

But, we're here, wiping the slate clean off the first full week bullshit of MMXI. I must admit, focusing on the resolutions to better my objectiveness and self stature seems to help distract my gold-medal ability to self-destruct.

With that being said, maybe I'm starting to come into my reality, that maybe what I'm wishing and dreaming for, are coming to fruition. Fuck yeah, I'm sampling the forbidden fruit...stay tuned.

MMXI

2011-01-01T19:08:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year! As we wipe the calendar slate clean, it's time to focus on resolution, rather than excuses. So, even thought my computer is broken and I use a computer that's nearly 10 years old, the focus is simple for 2011,

1. If you can find a way, do it. Quit wasting time explaining your excuse, handle it.

2. Less talking about what we're doing, have results, THEN speak on it.

3. Less comparison, more innovation.

4. Handle theirs like they handle yours.

5. Don't compare your life, as you have complete ownship of your destiny.

TIme to be active with everything I claimed I would be, starting here. See you at the finish line.

Blabbitty Bla Blah...

2010-06-25T20:27:00.000-07:00

Just do it, just like the kings, the queens, the movers, the shakers, for beloved haters, self loathers, the solution makers, who arrive a day later. Evade the, proper course, cause resolutions the truth, where maybe, perspective didn't share the same views with you, proof.

Clearer eyes like the bluest eyes, my views reflective, mentally immortalized. Eternal, jotting stats to every inch, every bit, won't wait till the 15th to distribute reality checks. I wanna be at a point, where money's not a problem, when situations do occur, I could instantly resolve them.

Silent Vandalism

2010-02-16T19:33:00.000-08:00

Sometimes it's easier to write than to explain, which is ironic because once your thoughts are transcribed into text, it's infinite. It'll leave that impression, okay maybe that's a little ambitious, but maybe a phrase or sentence will capture their thoughts or imagination. Either positive or negative, you'll have a brief impact.

Maybe that's why I have this chip, that's etching into the slab on my shoulder, that need to feel accomplished. Not for bragging rights...really it's not. I think being seen, being recognized, or just being the underdog, you want to achieve, to reach people. Reach them maybe not in the sense like , "I'm going to change the world" type of growth, but just that seed to know that for some.....shit isn't that easy. Not that I don't appreciate a story that just works out...but it's foreign to me, give me a struggle or torment, and !@#$ yeah we're cooking with fire.

Those words, both written and spoken, leave me weak and weary. We're at a simmer, so we'll turn the heat up. Lets refrain from what provokes you to hear what you want to hear, lets save the me me me, while I I I handle what's important to me..!@#$ your opinion. Got issues, so do I...we all deal and keep it real.

SPRING 2010, Why Black, Why not?!

2010-02-01T18:29:00.000-08:00

So for Spring, a season for bright colors and themes...well wasn't the entire 09 constructed of that? So stemming off our usual nor conforming ideas, we decided to block out the sun...PeaceBuilders + Genetics series (or for AL and Alyasha-"Al"l the way series):

2010 is no longer "the future"

2010-01-02T17:44:00.000-08:00

Alrighty, so with a roller-coaster 2009, we've made it, crawling and battered but we made it. So the agenda for 2010, nope, not one of those I'm going to change the world, nor the giving up the vices, 2010, in the spirit of compromise, is a reality check, and I'm about to cash in...

El numer-o uno: Focus Harder on what's important (SRxMM): " Work smarter not harder. Is it smarter to generate revenue for the employer or for you?"

El numer-o dos: Learn Something new (Sewing, Photoshop, Illustrator) "Be a resource, so you can also be a person to rely on, like how you rely on them."

El numer-o tres: Repeat numer-o's uno and dos, tres equals the sum, and rockin out like the Jimmy Castor Bunch, it's jussssssssst begunnnnnn.

Not just do it, Now Let's get it....

Sneaky Sneaky Preview

2009-09-22T21:32:00.000-07:00

The motive: Personal F'n Legend.
The Rhythm: Sugoisounds "Nightlife" and DJ Honda feat. Mos Def " Magnetic Arts"

The Sneaky Sneaky:

(Peace KMOS, you're an ill one for this one)

Re:union

2009-09-20T16:38:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile since I've been on this here blog. Been a crazy few months, from a overwhelming wave of work, a new addition to the Chad pad aka Senor' Kicks the dachshund, perfecting a business strategy for SRxMM, a root canal, and sanity preservation, I tdecided to take a break.

However, I can't think of a better return to the blogiverse, than to write about the events of September 19, 2009, where two great people were blessed under the powers that be, to begin a new chapter in their lives together. Congratulations Phil and Kana! What a great wedding! Sorry no pics yet, as people haven't posted any for me to steal yet. =]

Bride and Groom were extra steezy and the setting was fairytale-ish. I won't get mushy, but I haven't been to a handful of weddings, but this one goes down in the books.

It was amazing to see old friends, from London, LA, Seattle, to people IN the bay that also have busy schedules. It's great to have friends who will drop plans to make sure we ALL get a chance to either observe, relive, or flat out envy, what this day was about. Note to self, keep in touch.

So, Many MANY congratulations to Phil and Kana, and best wishes on everything to you. Okay, see you at home..haha You two are awesome!

Oh My...

2009-04-21T21:51:00.001-07:00

Where do you find a lady like this?!

[S]tress [F]actors

2009-04-13T20:49:00.000-07:00

Easter Sunday, Beautiful Bay Area Day, 1 BART ride, 3 hours roaming around...

My re:views

2009-04-07T18:43:00.000-07:00

Inner struggle inner struggle, take such effort to make this bubble...burst. As many times rehearsed, this feeling never fails to ever...cease, contradicts my own belief, that maybe my countless questions, should remain incomplete. Effort, check, attitude, must wreck, progression and to let it go, understood but can't forget. I reside in every secret, the inner truth, which some accept, I'm the force of gravity, the undertoe, the means to other's depth.

It's difficult to just let it go, when constantly revisited, those solutions aren't so obvious and alternatives are ridiculous. Quite complicated when explaining and more intense up in the head, it's like mental terrosism's home invasion, when daydreaming about relaxation. Kill that switch, kill that noise, body language revels confidence you're opposite of poised.

Little more progress...

2009-04-01T21:12:00.001-07:00

Little more progress...

April's Foolio Day

2009-04-01T20:02:00.000-07:00

So I've seen a lot of ridiculous shit in my lifetime, which you would think, would prompt me to always have a camera handy. Well being that today's April Fool's day, you would expect some interesting ish to go down...and well I wasn't disappointed. And..here...we...go.

So it's lunchtime, and I decide since it's a nice day, I'll leave the office to grab something quick to eat. Go outside, everything appears normal. Begin my walk to McDonald's everything cool. THEN, as I approach the cross-walk, there's like an electric scooter with a heavy set woman in a dress not holding the handle bars rather balloons??? She buzzes past, and let me tell you, those rascals things, are pretty swift. Anyhow, so that buzzes by, I take a second glance, shrug my shoulder, and start walking again. THEEEEEN, there's friggin naked man walking with a flag, but using it like a cape, which means...Chad is about to see some shit he DOES NOT WANT TO SEE.

SO I have no idea what happened because I wasn't looking, so as that passed, here comes...yuup a friggin naked woman, and NOT the type you wanna see. Again NAKED...sound like a bad trip, don't worry I'll reference that in a second. She passes, I'm confused, I look around to see other people's reaction, I'm even MORE confused...and then I see a dude go past me, filming the whole thing? I swear I've had bad trips, but if this was...this would be by far...the most Half Baked high scenario gone wrong type bad trip.

So crossing the next intersection, I'm already thinking that maybe I need a half day because I'm hallucinating, and need to enjoy this instead of concentrate. All the while I keep looking at people and can hear myself asking, dude are you making this shit up in your head?! McDonald's in sight, and just one cross walk away, I kinda put it past me and think now THAT'S some shit, can't get more ridiculous than that. Pedestrian man lights up, and I kinda see this shocking yellow glare next to me, and it's a dude in a fuckin chicken suit without the head part, and asks me how to get to Battery Street.

How's that for a f'n lunch trip to McDonald's..San Francisco, how awesome. I wish I had a picture to show you, because that story is like you caught Loch Ness but decided to let it go.

simpliCITY

2009-03-30T20:53:00.001-07:00

Lately, I've been feeling as though I'm losing a sense of self again...well not that I had a total grip on things, but just spiraling out of control like a curly fry. Mmmmm curly fries..but anyhow. I thought I would take mental notes, things that maybe meant enough to reserve a part of my memory for, that would allow me to maybe not so much redefine myself, but refine on why I push to be a better person:

1. Watching a complete stranger in front of me walking up from BART, seeing a street person shivering and panhandling, and offered her a cup of coffee and something to eat.

2. Watching an elderly lady crossing with heavy grocery bags across Market street, and a "thug"dressed fella, offer to help her with her bags.

3. Hearing someone say please and thank you. NOT my bad or nothing at all.

4. Making eye contact with a stranger, smiling and hearing them say Hi.

5. Watching a family walk past and on purposely avoid a street person, then watched their child tug on the mother's shirt, and asked for a money, and without hesitation, ran back and gave it to the street person, then watching the huge smile on not only the child's face, but the parents.

6. 4 months ago, I would wonder how I would pay for rent, or any bills. So why am I complaining about work.

7. Seeing "Adios Douche Bag" with a picture of G.W. Bush Jr.

8. Hearing my business partner say, "Yo, I understand."

9. Having a weekly talk with my grandmother and Dad, not to complain...anymore, but to make them smile from 3,00 miles away

10. Talking to a old friend and be like..."NOW I get it. Thanks for being patient while it took me years to figure it out."

Life provides us all the resources to see what we want...to make it better, but unlike people, it doesn't force an opinion to be a way of life...The balance beam seems to have expanded a little. With small feet, a little depth always help clear a path.

change of mind, let's make it three...parts.

2009-03-22T19:47:00.001-07:00

So a weekend without plans, and with vice in hand...I conjure this up. I have not the faintest idea what the motivation was behind this. Either 1. I passed by a Party City and took a mental note, or seen one too many all over print hoodies....f!@#$ers! I must say though, you can't avoid the POW!, BANG! KA-POW..color up in yo FACE SON! Still needs to be touched up...or a massive makeover...but whatever...

Umm...a tid bit ummm a smidget

2009-03-17T18:24:00.000-07:00

I have no idea where this is going...but I do like the colors. Comments anyone?

Revert back to your originial influences

2009-02-16T09:49:00.000-08:00

I get too caught up in all the hoop-la. When in doubt, calm down and always revert back to what ignited that passion...

Many thanks to the long list of inspiring artists and creative minds to help build this beautiful mess (the images are stolen, but what's not borrowed nowadays, besides, they're dope)

MODE 2:

Evan Hecox

Jose Parla

Ian Francis

Futura 2000

Random Photography

CHRISTMAS IN FEBRUARY POSSIBLY MARCH...

2009-02-09T21:23:00.000-08:00

ooh these are overdue....months, MONTHS OVERDUE..sorry everyone...CHRISTMAS IN February or March? Oh what's new..haha

Into 09

2009-01-08T18:54:00.000-08:00

Already the 8th and I haven't posted once. Good thing I procrastinated on my new years resolution, which was to not procrastinate and put things off. Sweet, tomorrow's Friday, yay...

I think this is such an ill piece...

Just a quickie...

2008-11-06T15:51:00.000-08:00

So since I have a little too much time on my hands with the new career direction, sometimes referring back to passions, both postive and friggin frustrating, always gives perspective and joy. So with a little shaky hands of too much arabian mocha-java ( mucho deliciouso I might add), I decided to combine two huge influences in my life, art and music. I've been going back to items which help create the beautiful mess I am today...enjoy.

A touch of color

2008-10-24T10:21:00.000-07:00

Remind me again why graff isn't considered art

Motivated Soul

2008-10-23T23:01:00.000-07:00

Struck, like that chord to make a perfect melody. Cold irony when you compare bliss to stress, yet a warm calm provides warmth to believe. The voices collected and produced in unison, only to arrive upon the same answer. So why? Why the intimidation, why regression, why left contemplating, when there’s only one direction. I can’t remedy what is haunting me, it’s within my ability to stumble, but arrive upon my own epiphany. That’s what I would consider my own description. So simplistic yet so complicated when explaining my situation, a combination of neglect and need. Eager to speak, yet hesitant to proceed.

I want to relate to progression, like how people surpass my own position, better state of mind, and a positive transition. However, I’m grown, yet undecided, my ideas and chances are constantly colliding. Invested my soul to see an emotional crash, where the investment is plummeting and the value’s fading fast. Indecisiveness made a deposit, and direction, totally withdrew, thinking about options, humbling type of mood.

I promise I’m listening, I’m just captivated by your thought process and how you endure everything. I’m influenced by your strength and ability to become more and settle for nothing less. I listen to be objective and persuaded by determination. You share everything a poorly made imitation. I owe and treat you like royalty.

Just be objective and silently build strength instead of analytical steps. Simplify, indulge, liberate yourself, hype yourself up, like talking shit about someone else. Be bi-polar, create a reaction, reassure your own instead of other’s satisfaction. Identify, personify, outside of ordinary, express like innovative, repeat the mantra Mahatma Gandhi stated…

"Whenever I despair, I remember that the way of truth and love has always won. There may be tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they may seem invincible, but in the end, they always fail. Think of it: always."

The motive..

2008-10-21T21:17:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, we shake our lives like a snow globe in order to find the
purpose, but it's the unsettling interference that makes me lose
focus. How time is of the essence, but never synced, in line, how
original intentions obstruct what should be defined. Elaborate
without experience, your direction should be consistent, hesitant to
commit decision, negative results arrive, like instant. It's
persistence, willing to break the mold, untying the safety line, and
release that stranglehold, a bold move, you sure that's what you want
to do, especially during economic struggle, where stacked odds
overshadow you. But what's the difference, challenge picked my life,
like writing ambidextrous, I'm choosing to write with right. I'm not
judgmental, just chose to render self, listen but not persuaded from
what other people dealt, with, it's always fuckin sick, maybe not
about the time, but how we conquer it. Not a large vocab, but the
point is eloquently stated, when the day is done, and thinking begun,
was it another day that's wasted, deteriorated, like man I fucking
hate it, I don't know what to do with self, just existing and I'm
jaded. That loathing, a disease where soul's are open, where passion
is eliminated, and your heart's dissembled, broken.

So the motive, devotion, set intention into motion, I'll be the
example, fuck chance because I'm golden. Opposition is welcome, I'm
healthy for dispute, but I'm vibing like to music, even those it's
placed on mute. Redo what been etched, even those it might seem
sketch, I'm destroying what been constructed in order to resurrect,
appearing like counterfeit, my obvious agenda, results to be legit.

A Dash of color

2008-10-12T15:35:00.000-07:00

Colorways and styles at it's best...it'll never get old. Even during a period where life seems unsure and unsettling, that unconditional passion for what you truly love, finds a way to settle the soul.

Gotta Love SF

2008-09-07T00:18:00.000-07:00

Sometimes taking a BART ride and a walk around the city helps clear the mind from all the bullshit. The free spirits who chose to stray from the slack, shoes, and daily grind may have more knowledge about life, than any executive could ever teach. For the artists...thank you! Sometimes we forget that simplicity if the foundation for significance.

Pride doesn't pay bills

2008-09-01T23:38:00.001-07:00

That seed to the birth, struggle creating worth, the lost direction, personifying eternal search. Questioning reflection self, explaining what I felt, recycling pennies that were tossed into the wishing well, since only time can tell, appreciate, rather than dwell, the essence to objective, and the motion order to compel.

I’m keeping hopeful, since we position our place, one end self-destructive, and the other makes haste. Bitter taste, when advice leaves me numb, succumb to the pressure, and my future is gone. Then the next step, when there’s no strength to withhold, contradicting advice, and an echoing soul. Takes it’s toll, want to leave it to chance, handling ordeals, then we tend to understand. Take a stance, since we bend our own curve, rely upon silence taking time to observe, not what’s heard, rather based upon priority, voting ballets are in, and heart holds majority.

Far from ordinary, peers are immensely intrigued, ideas are significant, and the birth place, simplicity. Life’s uncertainty, summarized in a journey, all the barriers and obstacles, makes one hell of a story. So the motive, commit self and make strides, 24/7, 365, all the way live. Where’s your pride, when the tension is thick, rejuvenating the purpose, ailing victim to sick. Self reflection, like immune system rejection, digesting antidotes, raise relevant questions. Raise yourself, since you claim to stay real, causing ripples in calm, riding tides to ordeals.

Clearing the head, enjoy and paint

2008-08-31T18:51:00.000-07:00

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to paint this for you Phil. J.T. Tribute or for the modern day, DGK all day!

Something to kill time. From the time I was a kid, the composition book served more that just writing text, rather someplace to store my dreams and ideas... let's hope it comes out right.

2008-08-26T15:44:00.000-07:00

That 9 to 5, is a foundation for your dreams, a steady flow for pursuit, not the just the state of being. Like planted roots, I shall proceed, to surpass the overlooking doubt, hammering away at the struggle, growth beyond the drought. A definition of what's relevant, embracing the difference like natural elements. Like city of god, beating the odds, you can't be living, when focused on without. It's a hustle, the noise and the bustle, untied fortune, are now like contracting muscles. I'm above this, among it, an avenue to bum rush it, similar to McDonald's, man I'm fuckin loving it. I'm inspired and my duty is to spread the plague, don't pinpoint the reason, when we know the answer is vague. It's the timing, like emcee's and their verse, the outcome is perfection, take the time to rehearse, plan, be polite and don't demand. I wanna share, like the breath inhaling air, rely on the heart in times when I despair. An originator, tastemaker for the flavor, question my opinion, humble becomes a debater. Deflater, what you earn, is what you keep, an accepting audience is truly what we seek, achieve, then and after that it's platinum, hearing the warning shot, plan becomes reaction, preparation, makes your own determination, dose of stress and success is a steady combination to lay a firm foundation, I want to hear how this affects your mental stimulation.

Tell me your struggle, so I carry the burden with me, I'd gladly share my reward, so that chance appears convincing. Since we all know, we are our own worst enemy. It's a duet, voices make it perfect, when looking forward, do we have time for regret. Life allows opportunities, but it's what we make of it, we have avenues, but we often choose to exit. Dumb it down, take me as an example, check my loopholes, and exactly how you would handle, it, since this is about us, it's a table for two and I'm waiting to discuss, what would you recommend, we're in it for first, won't settle for seconds. That's my lesson, since we're connected like brethren, I want to open doors, don't knock just come in. I want that impact like Nagel in 88, or that sound of the 90's, the bells and the bass line, that define true identities. Just let it be, and allow the reason to arrive, potential is usually evident, but often in disguise.

Refocused

2008-08-18T22:47:00.000-07:00

It's a humbling thought, when you break the walls down. Where the experiences and situation prove itself. Where words are left silent and the emotions take control. Thank you to everyone for your support in what I call an ordeal. Some people may never experience what I've been blessed with. Support, Advice, their points are precise. Refreshed by friends who have always inspired me by what they do. How their lessons become a foundation to what helps me find peace and clarity. When reflecting, I realize now have what I once lacked. Therefore, exclude being an ingrate and practice gratitude. Be objective as your advice that you give. Our word means everything because it's the voice of your soul, your worth, your eye contact. I pride myself on what surrounds me. However, I'm a blemish and in no way would I consider myself perfect. I need to find that point where if someone asked, what's missing in your life...I'd casually respond..nothing.

"I'm grateful for all that I have and everything that I have." R. Machado

2008-08-13T12:02:00.000-07:00

....

2008-08-04T09:06:00.001-07:00

A social demonstrator, on a time line like the equator, stacked chips instead of bitches, I’m an owner, bypass the player, cause opinions for a hater, I’m focused, so tell me later, cutting out the noise like a DJ on the crossfader. Those words that are heard, powerful like proverbs, mentally moving, left me shaken rather than stirred. Intoxicated, so I’m thinking out the box, numbing to the sense, absorbing all the shots, drowned out by stereotype, passionate when I write, raising alter egos, overlooking my own advice.

Precision based on what we know, like cross hares in a snipers scope, that fine between mass and self, balancing on that tight rope. We’re seeking knowledge, diss connect result in props, what appeared to be closed doors, are now opened and unlocked, we aim to please, old fashioned mentality, like embracing open arms, becoming your main squeeze.

In order to progress, we need the space to grow, through all the rings of fire, leaped over obstacles, and lessoned learned, the fire in which we burn, chances pinned upon ourselves, denied actions over turned. We keep it basic, yet circulated, find your means to hate it, you been sucking phat from ours, still who’s emaciated. From heart we start, got the illest counterpart, ability for stability, when the seams seems start to come apart.

Renew a new, outlook and a view, no more time for talking about the shit we wanna do, be objective, not selective, rely on your perspective, how can we worry about response, when the first foot never left, initial spot, hesitation got me blocked, even with proper planning, still nervous, stomach in knots. We take advantage like garnished wages on our taxes, daydreaming for a change, popping in when your mind relaxes. That’s our tactic, we relish instead of stress, refer back to rule number one, simplicity instead of complex.

The Great Barrier Belief

2008-08-03T11:17:00.000-07:00

Forfeit like little kids who throw fits, crack under pressure, and personalities split, search vocab like a nomad, searching for that promise land, bound up by ties lies and social demands. Eager to make change yet timid to turn the page, of regress, and the heads a fucking mess, recollecting shit I said, and I'm starting to forget. An SOS, reaching out I'm in distress, deflating words aren't buoyant, mental paralysis. They say time is of the essence, therefore a personal decision, given many options, supported by opinions.

I got so much on my mind, when I hit rewind, there's a series of new messages, new scenarios, new deadlines. My anthem, dissect the complex, simplify the thoughts and analytical process. Render an opinion intermix with the soul, precise decision when threading that needless hole, of what we state, you intelligence demonstrates, how people can say the right things, still recognizing it's fake. It's just an agenda, and we can't always be prepared, but slashes at my future keeps me mentally aware.

Avoid a void, the worry then the joy, then recollection before rebuild, then the option to destroy, the shiva effect, balanced ethics, subjective to whatever's next, perspective of persona, and verbal interject, regret, now I'm getting used to it. Like complacency, and smokey said to me, it's really got a hold of me, so easy to perceive, two sides are whispering directions, but which one to believe. For now and future, the swing vote in my mind, this is like trying to pinpoint a starting point at the finish line.

Impulsive f'n decisions

2008-07-29T08:45:00.000-07:00

The great divide, half exposed half concealed inside, tilt the brim low, to cover up the eyes, blindsided, natural chinky eyes, lower the voice to monotone, smirks to the disguise. Left hand holds the plot and the fingers to the point right hand is waving, signaling the decoy. I’m on a heist in order to make life right, knowing where the fine line is from all addicted vices, or advice, each affects the same, calming the soul from question, on break the brain can’t complain. But I’m scattered, don’t know where the plant my feet, on one hand holds my options, the other claims defeat, I’m beneath, what would be considered underground, avoiding other references point, life’s presence is abundant now.

Taking it back cause I'm old school, and I'm an old fool

2008-07-26T10:58:00.000-07:00

Something’s up with life when you just don’t know where to start. Where your lips part and submits, asking your finger to do the talking. When you’re solely responsible for thinking…analyzing logical and patronizing. It’s frightening to think that at times I only have some control over my life. It’s a cliché to think that only bad moments are the few in my lifetime. My light shines differently. The colors in contrast, plain in black and white should make it evident…obvious that even a fool could correspond. I smoke my mind out to give a clear sense of honesty…sometimes even my own advice isn’t something I want to hear. So I guess my high is my religion, that I practice everyday…and everyday I forget.

I find my dependency in the chance of being wanted. Like how I dream about what I miss. Or the echoing hiss from the sting of reality when I found out living your life for self is wrong. If so, why do we work till we’re old to enjoy being young again? If we’re living our lives using our mind as tools…then why so many rules? Shouldn’t we practice life while we’re naive, where what we perceive could actually be something we experience. Where confusion would only happen by having too many possibilities not the inhibition of negativity. Where a vacation is ordinary and work would be a break from the norm. But, well, that’s a dream and my high is my religion….I practice everyday…to forget…

My dedication in life is to devotion. Devotion you make everything and anything so significant. You are truly the dream capable and impossible deliverable to my heart. You’re critical mass that never needed incentive. You took the mission, lead by the heart, and created a foundation so deep that our heart soul and mind interact realtime and the recipient didn’t have any lag time whatsoever. I’m glad I could deliver the feeling that I cap over perfection. Where my soul beckons…show me some love? Maybe someday anyway I could release the tension let the friction to the wind and let my happy hour begin and vocally I’ll project…but my high is…I forget…

Unfinished Business

2008-07-23T22:20:00.000-07:00

Seamless fine line, bittersweet yet intertwined, and complicated, more levels than I anticipated, estimated, situations that conjure hatred, wrong type of frame of mind, cause stressful stimulation. I’m debating, with the passion and the safe, the condition of the subject, and the heart begins to race. Sugar coated, to diagnose me diabetic, similar situations appearing copasetic, sincere regret, but my word keeps hope afloat, can’t be broke as a joke like a shorty on high hopes.

That distance to destiny is perplexing, my compression, endurance slightly failing me, heart we got a problem, that desire is running cold, complacency is plaguing me, adrenaline is running low. That strangle hold, financially got me smashed, memories didn’t teach shit to me, that lesson didn’t last. Full circle, that slate will start from scratch, reference new direction, and embrace the new compass. Without fear you’re not living, heads not banging on the ceiling, kick the flavor up a notch to emphasize that feeling, that season, salivating at the reason, what was at a ten foot pole, now seems damn appealing, in proximity, it’s all within my reach....tbc..

Hokey Pokey on the fine line

2008-07-09T22:40:00.000-07:00

I’m corporate value, an employer’s commodity, structured in an age range, incentive to market me, enticing, withholding, salivating from keen catch slogans, sacrificing priorities for possession and just to own them. Soul statistic, mentality twisted, bargain for the paycheck, rushing through my lifetime, just to make it worth it. Overlooking and bypass, reminiscing about the past, my denial in growing up, maturing to social class, from baggy went to pleated, extra large to semi fitted, all materialistic things, I realized I didn’t need it.

Digging deeper, your future’s left in question, how will you analyze the symbols, directions leads the intention, the lesson, equaling your personal legend, understood what I really want, push no hesitation. Opposition weighs heavy like gravity, but deemed necessary, antidotes contain a dosage of the poison, in order to create the remedy. So balance walks the tight rope, a firm grip stops the blood flow, echoes bellow, that voice of chance that whispers, inclined to reach that angle.

So what’s the result when the decision is the divide, what’s left to contemplate internal feelings left outside, expelled, where I can’t tell or determine, who’s opinion I should be concerned when, my answers aren’t precise, seek that trusted advice, be straight up to tell me, when my outlook isn’t right.

Listen closely, your thoughts are overloaded, observations too much on others, your goals for members only, success has one more opening, everyone is throwing down their hands to reveal what they’re all holding. Your expectation isn’t to watch a silhouette of another, when that door is slowly closing. Raise up.

They did it for me, so I do it for them...

2008-06-24T20:50:00.000-07:00

Their albums always caught my attention, they're essential when speaking about hip hop, so why not...hopefully, I do them justice.

Stage 1: Primer

Stage 2: Basecoat...I love it when it looks like it doesn't make sense.

Stage 3: fast Forward a little, segmented lines...

Stage 4: Tah Dah...next one will turn out better...

A void...avoid.

2008-06-02T20:39:00.000-07:00

(A a lightning storm crosses an erupting volcano in Chile. Or, what goes on in my head..haha)

Peace Akhi! Props on the link for the image...

Kept in belief with what’s within reach, what I felt, to the voice that speaks, soothing but abrupt, silently erupts, stable to withstand but built to spill the cup. My demeanor hinders behind the shadow, where destiny seeks and hides, closed eyes, now direction is disguised, the path has been obstructed and my plans are compromised. Exposed, vulnerable as my soul, I’m jaded by sweet words, so close, at arms length to now withhold, held, so tight that I can’t tell, until, the weakness to break the will, or bitter pill, rise my head above the clouds and snap me from that spell.

Dizziness as the range of focus slows down, to comprehend, that vision, blurred but complete, raised up from beneath, frozen like proposal, moved like from a speech. Head nod with directive, hands grasp a firmer grip, destiny is about to drop, weighing down like the definition of commit. Like an instance, react, like your futures under attack, well within your personal space, closer than contact. My remedy to my enemy, rummaging through my memories, from how to calm myself to even the unsettling.

Myriad of chances, all past due bounced checks, neglected for so long, that they fell straight off the list. So the reminder, let it sink and register, and confidence can coexist, your goals before they die, can honestly be accomplished…you got this.

If you're gonna be a hermit...do something constructive...

2008-06-01T20:33:00.000-07:00

So here's another attempt at a texture design..this time the legendary crackle or cerement print...:: crosses fingers ::

After primer and base coat...

Test texture design...maybe horizontal rather than vertical no?

Adding in more crackle and detail items..."S"

Now which style crackle print to use..left or right? Stayed tuned...

If can..can. If no can, no can...

2008-05-26T20:43:00.000-07:00

7 years ago, I would've never thought that I'D be the one to say goodbye to the fellas who helped establish myself. Time has seriously flown by, and along with all the memories and good laughs, the irony in figuring things out after the fact, well, has made it's mark again. I cannot express my gratitude and appreciation for a brother whose been kind enough to offer me his help in almost everything and just a connect to understand, fuck the rest, we handle ours. As this chapter comes to a close, a new one starts...and I wish Adrian and Christina nothing but the best. Get the hammock ready mates..Defdiggs is going under too...to visit soon hopefully.

It's funny. Literally to think, that not only did dude have to CONVINCE me to go, but has now laid the groundwork on driving me to accomplish those things. Yeah yeah, I know I'm a handful, but I tooooold you. That's the "my bad" apology. That's as good as it gets here..haha Regardless, thank you for the Vacaville, Alameda, Hayward (home and car invasion), Hayward (TR Purchase), Club One hooks, Chow Jew Won Ton Noodles, the many Soon Kee Best Buy to Fry's journey's, countless snowboarding and concert offers (Adrian and Christina are always nice enough to let me know how it was...haha), the LOUD Ass mornings of computer games, and a long list of some funny ass adventures and journies...along with...

1. Toaster (AWESOMEST THING EVER)
2. Coffee maker (God Juice) Thank you Christina!
3. Plates, Pans, Pots, Dishes, Forks, Knives, Spoons
4. Surround sound, way too many dope DVD's
5. Kim Chee Bowls (gyeah nucka!)
6. Crazy Knife Guy (literally)
7. Convection oven (second most awesomest thing EVER!)
8. Blender (Courtesy of Shane/Adrian)
9. Comforter
10. Toys (bye bye painted dunny's...hellooooo primer)
11. More toys (Christina you're the best!)
12. Tool kit
13. Picture frames
14. Shelving
15. the umbrella clause for all the other massive amounts of stuff they've given me (They're the ones who make me look like I'm ballin)

That's an INSANE amount of goods and laughs. Thank you so much. I mean it's fresh to know that things are right where they should be, and life's good. It's even fresher to think that rather than sulk and see what is going to be lacking now, this will lay the foreground for people, rather family, that only deserves the best. I've been very blessed in my life to meet and come across some of the most honest, genuine, original, and just flat out great company. Thank you for the memories and best of all thank you for helping me find myself...now lets do our thing!!! Or else...somebody going get hurt reeeal bad. I will not say who, but you may know him...really well. Thank you again Adrian and Christina! You guys mean the world to me.

As I'm typing, Australia's Deadly Dozen is on Nat Geo..lol Cheers!

Pics of the newly renovated Chad Pad will be up soon...haha

No solution..then shut up.

2008-05-21T22:17:00.000-07:00

Think before you speak, and reminded after I spoke, back peddling and embarrassed, sinking side of the boat. Seated with priority, and coupled with the damned, irony upon what's spoken, mistakes I made again, listen, absorb the simple lesson, if you analyze with tactfulness, it's easier to comprehend, understand, and be a peer instead of prick, we're building the foundation, not building up regret. So the basis is perspective, words based upon my pride, my teaching, the inner child is listening, and that crown fit for that king, or the halo, dwelling better let go, cant progress with only baby steps, gravity, an obstacle.

My blueprint, camouflaged within my veins, there's way too many forecasters, high increase of reign, it's insane, can't we honestly complain, now it's sentimental, when referencing the game. Pay close attention, as rotation fades to black, don't reference what you think you know, if you don't know where it's at. Portray the culture, the rhyme, your meaning is benign, how you gonna keep it real, when you're acting out of line. I'm confused with the rest, hopeful like the next, always searching for influence, intervention next on deck. My solo state of mind, considered a competitive sort of drive, if you can't raise the odds and heartbeat, can't be that alive. Flatline, to resuscitate, another way life demonstrates, how it provides us options, and all we do is hesitate.

Breathe deeper, let the soul inhale the gasp, pass, checking who's going to last, it's neck and neck towards the finish, obscured by photo flash, so am i anywhere near it, my visions slightly blurred, I need a second opinion, since the first one came in slurred, speech, our intention is to reach, similarities in other heads, planting mental seeds. It's incomplete, as the results may slighty vary, and open ended question, that I'm left to carry.

Weekend 4/20

2008-04-21T19:44:00.000-07:00

So here was my attempt after putting off painting for months...and painting the munny in years. Here's my shot at making a woodgrain finish. Hopefully it looks like what I see. Hope hope hope.

Stage 1: Primer

Stage 2: Color matching and praying...please don't F!@# up.

Stage 3: base coat and shading of wood/natural tones

Final Stage: Please let it look like woodgrain.

Apart of that generation

2008-04-09T20:48:00.000-07:00

True artists really breaking ground, soaking up the rain, rappers reference now. How the scene has become marketing and about who works with who, can't get down with other talent, because they don't consider you crew. What's the point when folks puff their chest, acting like we're all beneath them, ego lets them forget. Cloud 9, benign, recycled in the mind. Flipping a color scheme adding text, is that shit considered design?

Give me a reason to shell out bread, reassure my doubts, compiling in my head. Do I really like it, they're similar to understand, I thought we all designed for the purpose, different expression different brand. It's new fresh, we can all get down with it, but it's resurfacing like 90's new cd's, got a few track's hot as shit.

We're onto you, not beneath you, so we track the progress, pockets getting bigger and designs been put to rest. Jog the memory and embrace the dream, if we all make ill shit, and it all comes out clean. We're not bickering on who did what, whose on top, who's rolling with who, and who's been forget, ten, blood pressure's up again, lets see shit get represented...silence all the complaining and let the battle commence.

Shadowboxin

2008-03-17T22:23:00.001-07:00

Objection awareness, some people could straight careless. I could consider it offensive but then again, if the shoes fits. Make the exception, correction, take a turn in learning lessons and question, until the point becomes impaled, till conversations exhausted and opinion have been exhaled, then conspired, the subject matter’s about to retire. Day of dawn rises beyond and the 24 hour’s about to expire. Redact from combined, simple thoughts from simple minds, you’ll exhort small power spurts, while I’ll feed you power lines, let’s get down, I mean anytime, I’m game for line for line, you provide the statement and I’ll respond from soul and mind.

I stand corrected, steady steps equaling all wrong moves, I’m destined for success, but get caught up in the grooves, that terrain, luck is fucking with me again. Pull the hoodie up, until the sunlight shines starts begins. It’s now of never, crack under pressure, and my shoulders are weighing heavy, but rise above, who’ll be the last man standing when it comes down push to shove. But I have to embrace it, it’s reality, where progress rides negativity, it’s funny how we’re haters but we actually think objectively.

So ride my shoulders like a backpack, I’m independent like a hand clap, relearning ethics, work productively, and persistent, but slow down, breakdown, and simply have to relax.
Enjoy the view since the moments are few and rare, fresh air, why can’t I work like over there, reality’s a bitch and I can’t stop but complain and compare. But objectively, I know it could be worse, I could only have this career, and SR still in rehearse, mode, I’m damn near to that goal, I have to be the ending that surprised their eyes, when the ending credits start to roll.

Things aren't so bad

2008-03-11T21:39:00.000-07:00

In a couple days, a good friend and old roomie, Shane is moving back to Hawaii and my other roomie and close friend, Adrian also gave me the news that he's moving to another country... Australia, now how fresh is that! It's funny how change makes you take back all you took for granted and truly makes you realize how grateful you really are. These fellas, including myself have been on some wild adventures. From Vacaville, to Alameda, to Hayward, then on my own to Daly City, and last but not least San Francisco. In between, realizing how ghetto but hilarious we were living, dropped habits becomes huge vices, and just living....I'm blessed. Blessed with the fact that I got to go through this, this cycle, the chemistry that you can't necessarily explain, but know if you felt it..you'd just know.

So what's the big deal right. Change happens and we all have lives to lead. True but, these people know my history and regress to what feels like progress during my time here in the bay. Thinking back, there was a night I got a chance to meet up with friends and get a good taste of San Francisco. Not only did they live in a pimp home, his set up was clean, something I'd hope that as things fell into place and as I got settled into the bay, I'd have liked to have a place just like that. Come six years later, I'm living in that exact room. Big Ups Phil. Maybe for most people it's achievable, but for myself..highly unlikely and, at the same time, what are the odds of that?! Which lets me know maybe not the immediate things in life, but life will allow me my memorable moments. So what's the relation right? Well, these guys have been a part of my journey on my quest to achieve my goals, and as I just recently have, as I start a new chapter, as are they. Like a sitcom, it's the series finale' and time to see each go.

So with the changing of the guard and as I watch homies and close friends grow up and move on, what's on the checklist now. My goals from what I originally wanted are met, and as much as I feel accomplished, I'm psyched to send them off properly. Where we all are closing a chapter to start a new story...I'm forever blessed by the experience of it all. Thank you for the illest memories and this emotion that when defined, a new occurrences is only a close second to this...

In tribute to the first thing I ate that Adrian gave me in Vacaville, and as they begin to close their chapter's in the bay...here's a kim chee bowl to y'all...peace!

2008-02-24T22:06:00.001-08:00

sometimes this is all you need just to remember where you're at...

I hear ya...

2008-02-19T21:27:00.000-08:00

Music sets the tone. Humbles my senses and in the most chaotic moments, cut me a break, where I can slip a memory like a cigarette between the lips on a 15 minute break. That's a damn good sigh. Chest open up, back arches, neck cracks....those songs.

Today:
1. Sam Cooke: It's been a long time coming
2. Band of Horses: Is there a ghost
3. The Velvet Teen: The Prize Fighter

Mental fishbowl

2008-02-18T18:17:00.000-08:00

A little regret, thinking process larger gauge, smarter choices, in decisions that are made. Hits me hard like an epiphany, when the perspective starts to switch, understanding
their view, comprehending now dealing with. Observation and be eyewitness to be the proof, redirecting my incentive, unearthing planted roots. Realistically, I have to choose a side, less bitching and more focus, together they coincide.

Real eyes, realized, cutting corners now externalized, and pinpointing, needing and readdress, rethink the flaws you acknowledge, minus off the list. Be committed invoke strength behind your word, your mantra isn’t anything if you can’t remember what you heard, learned, speak about philosophically, doesn’t mean a thing to them if it doesn’t guide me.

Quit all the reasons, you don’t always need an explanation, if you made your mind up, your answers pretty blatant. Remember mistakes, especially the pain, be the image you say you are, handle stress, and just maintain…

The Mantra: You reminisce so much about the mistakes you made…be smart enough to learn from them. If you used as much energy that you do talking, you’d combust.

Friday...My Favorite F word

2008-02-15T14:54:00.000-08:00

First lesson, take it with grain of salt, whatevers being served, attempts makes it double fault. From what is said, odds are you'll be misled, might as well get it off your chest, instead of festering it in your head. So make it clear, crystal to be exact, don’t come at me with your intentions, if you’re not ready for me to react. I won’t redact my humble opinion, just being stated, if you’re not in the mood for a difference of opinion, be aware of confrontation. It’s composure, the difference from success and fuckin stress, it’s a matter of how you perceive the situation, address it, and reassess.

The Mantra: If you want it that bad, fuckin take it.

Fresh Nevertheless...

2008-02-14T08:53:00.000-08:00

Stay focused, don’t let the conversation be misleading, pick apart what their intentions are, hone in to attentive listening. The directive, harmless little white lies, where the same intent of people’s words, are harbored in my eyes. Handle self, and focus on priority, you’re always going to compare yourself to the standard and what it ordinary. Advice, got to listen to yourself, if you can’t hear the words you say, how can it be felt.

It’s not about what I have, but about how to create, how to direct my life, to a future state, of mind, divine, pull ahead, that goal is mine. Simplicity, trim the fat from the obstruction, less weight, but heavyweight, focus for mental consumption. But does it matter, if you’re focused on the drive, does it really matter on what’s on other peoples minds?

Lead astray, but regrouped, and sprinting back, how I fell behind from pressure, doesn’t mean that I really lack. Simplicity, it grounds me, like bad grades, it had it out for me. Be content, but keep an open ear, eyes, attention fully aware, there’s enough space for success for all of us to share. But is it worth it, compiled in a group, when you know your perspective doesn’t really suit, blend, maybe I don’t comprehend.

Anyhow, the focus, the mantra, shit I need to embed, emotions that fuel these words, the traffic jam in my head. Bridge, gridlocked, now the stress to the tension, what exactly do I need to say, pay the toll for your attention. So my lesson, analyze and readdress, think before responding, diminish extra stress.

Day 2

2008-02-12T08:55:00.000-08:00

2.12.08

Just an agenda, or an idea, all we ask or what we wish for. play, or for ground, the momentum's building now. The ideas are all connecting, fundamentals built, laid down. But abrupt, a constant reminder not to fuck up. The reason is present, and is switching up the odds, on the obstacle it tosses at me, higher difficulty to move and dodge. Gotta break the cycle, and question what seems definition, but I think a meaning, is based upon that person, and how theyd handle their situation, it's complicated, and has be questioning what seems myself, soul, identity, I understand me, but am I confused because I guess, objectively, that would place 50/50, and when trying to resolve a question, in the middle doesn't let me, decide, there's confusion, but just let it slide, you main objective is isn't to dwell, but just take a small shot to your pride.

Keep it humble, correct, test what you declare you think is fresh, don't bite, motivate yourself and straight up battle it, sole to the next step, and earn respect and love, placed in precise sequence like michael jackson's glove. Push comes to shove. we'll keep it dark and dirty, since underground is coming up, the sunlight's got my eyes blurry, chill there's no hurry let the pupils adjust, and embrace the competition, if it's not for other influences, there'd be no new direction, or ill progression, conversations would be wack, since nothing would fuckin happen..so I guess I'm stuck, thinking objectively fuckin sucks. I've been analyzing what i'm doing and there's still no end result.

The mantra: You should always tell the truth, just not all the time.

Inhale...more...MORE!

2008-01-14T23:39:00.001-08:00

What my history tells me, repeat is next on deck, however which emotion will it court and represent. Emotionally fueled conversations, better seen as passionate, to imply one’s comments, however make my opinion felt. Deeper than the underdog, dirtier than the underground, number to the sense, yet planted firmly to the ground, level, my eyes are confidential. Off topic, random interruptions, break the thought process, wondering why the wisdom teeth are consider problematic, then why give the name to that tooth, yet it’s the most painful and has to be removed?

Sometimes you need to cross the line in order to know where it is. In my experience, this design is laid in plaid, where even the slightest step, another obstacle at hand. There’s no slack for faint hearted or wack, if the designs speak for yourself, identity’s got determination, when all we do is react, devise, redirect no compromise, the meters about to expire, daydreaming in the skies, then reality in your face, just have to do whatever it takes. No bitching be grateful, etch that in the mind, reformat my thinking, confidence this time, combined.

Not content, use your mind as a resource, navigate my futures course, quit complaining about all the crap you claim that you just can’t help. It’s the way it is, because of the constraints I create, what it’s so enormous, I can calculate or judge, what I can do, became I could’ve done. Tunnel vision peering at me, is change impacting, relax, cease.

What was on the back burner, afterburns beneath my feet, all emotions are on deck, joints steadily working, the ideas are slowly churning, revisiting old mistakes, now I fuckin get it and I’m learning. Sometimes silence speaks knowledge, that means you’re fucking listening.

Why'd you move again?!

2008-01-08T20:47:00.000-08:00

Progression, dedication, and be truthful, how bad do you want this? What you earn you keep, from the heart when you speak, use words and repeat, what you consider your identity. Who gives a fuck, if it's different. Little inaccuracies can be fresh too, like pops in a record. Sedated by the thought of simplicity to capture my attention and find a way to seamlessly intertwine it artistically and be visually pleasing. For something simple...that's a complicated ass explanation.

Reminder to self: Decompress, take time to break the cycle, handle your shit.

I didn't get the MEMO

2008-01-07T20:50:00.000-08:00

Nevermind them, handle yourself. An epiphany through way of thinking, strength through belief in self. Rebel, just release what's in your head, instinctive reaction, distraction, regroup in simple fashion, go at them, and chop down tree's like lumberjacks, not settling for no scraps, respect let truth be told, happens in a snap, contact, like wait a second, bring that back?

Keep moving forward, since the past is eternally mine, the mistake I made before, acknowledge and refine, design, a heart that's shaped like mine, crooked but still kicking, tickling a flatline, but I'll keep it, since it's truthful to me yet, it reminds me what I hold dear to me, and forget the other shit. There's never a regret since the futures ahead, fed, driven by the head, heart, my eternal lessons start.

No metaphors, no what I have, no get me this, bitch give me that. I take things personal, rather I think it's passion, not half hearted, honest opinion, let get it started. Alright fuck the rhyming.

Reminder to self. Composure, Respect, Direction, and Self-Worth.

Forever Grateful...Thank You

2008-01-06T17:44:00.000-08:00

We couldn't have summed it up any better. For the friends and family that know me, I'm constantly riding the "what if, or wouldn't it be dope if" ideas, but never could seem to get it together. A year later, with an amazing business partner, supportive family, all friends included, and great shops to work with...it's on it's way.

Forever Grateful, with the help, actually HUGE ASSISTANCE of Chris, we hit it on the nose. Rather, smashed the !@#$ out of it. On behalf of Chris and myself, thank you so much. We are constantly brainstorming, always with a monsoon brewing up between the ears...making sure we show you why you enjoy our work.

I've had the opportunity to meet and hear some amazing advice from so many people. Please don't think I've forgotten...rather WE, and I hope, by that being said, you'll all feel what your inspiration has been transfered into art and expression. Besides, Chris and I are F!@#IN jumping up and down at how well this one came out.

So Friends and Family, I apologize for the delay in getting these to you, but rest assure they're on it's way! Peace and Blessings...

The Mantra...

2008-01-03T21:49:00.001-08:00

Gracias for the pic Phil..

Horizon lights, imitate my daily thoughts, constellations in simple but forever sought. My past experience, symbolized by battle scars, deep seeded, emotionally heated, to heal and build the cause, pause in time, impossible, seek, and find. Mind and soul, torn mentally takes it toll, it’s disheartening, but reassures my senses, where I once stood alone by voice, now followed in consensus. Humbly grateful, but the persistence to be the shit, moving forward for a future, could lose ya, so don’t forget to come correct.

Man, place your bets, and stack the odds against me, it’s nothing that my luck hasn’t shown or done, so my reality never lets me, slip, trip, an occasional head nod at it, it’s always in my sight, just ready to test my wit. But, as of now, it’s not my top priority, I’ll leave a mental note, so when I smoke, I can break it down, elementary, and keep it simple, since my life is complicated, which is why after a hard days work, the pupils are dilated.

After all is said and done, thoughts decompressed, unstressed, shoulders are at ease, when my mind and dreams ask how the day was, inspiration engulfs me, I’m grateful, for the lessons learned, now focus and proceed. Myself, pay attention to mental health, always pushing harder from bullshit cards that are dealt, but all is well, find a means to make it work, they told I’m wasted talent, not really, cause fear has turned to worth. It’s my rebirth, my persona redirected, emotionally collective, abstract way of thinking, but artistically selective.

Good Headpiece on his shoulders

2008-01-02T20:18:00.000-08:00

Many thanks for Tory and Dayna for the sick ass Christmas gift...it's so dope, I don't think I can rock it. But it's mine...all mine!

Happy New Year!

2008-01-01T09:42:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year all!!! 07 was heaven, time to set it straight in 08! Big plans, big dreams, and fit sanity somewhere in between.