So after last night's adventure, I woke up and finished that post, had a few, and then went out to meet up my homies Tachi and Conrad. They were DJing an in-store for the adidas store. This is the mall's idea of an "in-store"
Japanese canned coffe: fission bombs on roids (up there with viet coffee even though this one had no caffine)
busted out the creep cam. Like a true conductor of a study, one must be discrete in order to capture and study the habits of the mall dwellers in their natural habitat: utterly stupefied.
In a hurry
In a daze
In a rage
I don't think he liked the 'ethnic music'
InTense (yeah, she's pregnant, at least it seemed so)
In...bad taste
This lady must have been in her 50s and in some little ass cutchie shorts like that...not classy at all.
Wait...they sell beer at the mall now?!?
Went out for a cig. like Rockwell said, "why does it feel like, somebody's watchin me?" cuz they probably are.
Kev decided to stop by to spin some vinyl he just grabbed at the meet of swapping
Even the kids get down when he hits the decks
Pictures of...pictures
maxin, relaxin
some characters
Eastern Europeans can't resist a good bass line and a beat
"You don't like-a de Untz-a-Untz-a?"
Went for Ramen after wards at mitsuwa
Where we came across this odd meeting of what seemed to be strangers...things looked a bit cultish off in their little corner
This lady was in this wild outfit that looked like it snuck out of my mom's closet back in 87, those bright purples and pinks and reds. Her hair was honestly, scarily impeccable, like Jane Jetson but blonde...with a blank cartoon stare (no blinks) to match. The crowd seemed to follow her like some guru
That's herd mentality for ya...
Just to prove how bright the herd can be, my friend needed some cigs from the 7-eleven and as I stood waiting outside, two of them walked past me...
The lady was happily commenting on how much she loves to have a job that allows her to travel..."I worked in Antartica, twice before..." The Indian (yes, India Indian) turned to her with a rather funny look and asked her, "Where???" She replied, "Antartica...ya know? The bottom of the world." If those are the perks of the cult, count me out.
All in all, I'd have to say that mall dwellers are rather interesting and particular, some are happy, some are sad, some greedy, some just glad to be there and alive. Enjoy your days off herd-folk, you need em to do more of nothing next week.
oh yeah...and the dreams drawn...
from this
to this (while listening to the homies play tunes in the middle of the damn mall, birthed on that bench)
enjoy the night y'all!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
It's a funny thing, the things we get into...
Indeed. This screen, radiant light source, fake facade, angular and twisted in an odd sense. Stretched out, towards me? perhaps, but that time has passed, that which was soaked, drenched in ego and blind names: words (sounds, vibrations) misguided. And time as well! Oh the sorrow which we've given that endless sensation, that which carries the very source of motion. Current. Soaring through a light oblivion which migrates all hollowed drowning seams, that which seems to be lost, yes, in each of us.
Who's to know anywise. Things shine and shingles fall: that bind the sensational heart, oh that magestry which knows the soars of the windless whispers between silences.
I'll leave this here for now...
(24 mins later)
After most all the lights are shut off, there's a new breath to the enclosure, apartment rather. There's a fine variety of art work my friend has collected, some lit in a certain way, intentional? who knows.
Either way, some of it is down right awe inspiring...haha under these conditions at least. Who likes to leave a paper trail anyhow?
Girly kept starin at me no matter which perspective I was at
An array of things sit on the table in front of me, some speaking amongst each other. Now I just tuned into that world for a slight eternity...but it must go on! the transformation must still persist! Origami hit my mind, was forgotten (or rather left behind in that realm of consciousness during the brief infinitum), and then came back with a soiree of colors. Odd how words form sounds in the mind and then reacquaint themselves with another spelling: the correct as some would claim. La-Di-Daaa!h!
Here's Jesus relaxin with me, he's a bit out of focus but my hand just didn't stay steady. With the rest of the visual world waving and weaving, it just wasn't happenin
also...
The latest in faux home protection!
VICIOUS!
Suddenly the bright (BRIGHT!) idea strikes me, some music would be lovely. Luckily I'm in a DJ's home so there are some proper ear phones. Encapsulating my entire head, mind, entity.
Eyes closed, captured in real time, give me a second and i'll give it a try, an attempt...:
fingers touch all day long, whimsical spores of endless informiations covered in goldenpink words where even the solid bends to mountains, pyramids in the morn, morning tilt of smiles, wrapped in every single spatial matter, ....the twilring pa tt er n, song change.
pirate clowns befooled into a day long galant adventure towards the hidden seizure of joy, ectasy in the wild winds where blending notions know no better than to believe in the whims.
spotted specked open, no cordial dear light to watch but the sun is coming and some things never really last as the sounds pass. bleeding the fool's patience and sanity in believeing in hope.
And here's the view from my homeboy Japson's pad at a bit after 6am
Upon waking up, there's a horribly caught, perhaps stuck is a better word to use in this case, clot of phlegm that's between my throat and nose and hinders all swallowing by casting an odd sensation, a thick, gunky one. I suppose I'll end this tiny venture for a bit.
Who's to know anywise. Things shine and shingles fall: that bind the sensational heart, oh that magestry which knows the soars of the windless whispers between silences.
I'll leave this here for now...
(24 mins later)
After most all the lights are shut off, there's a new breath to the enclosure, apartment rather. There's a fine variety of art work my friend has collected, some lit in a certain way, intentional? who knows.
Either way, some of it is down right awe inspiring...haha under these conditions at least. Who likes to leave a paper trail anyhow?
Girly kept starin at me no matter which perspective I was at
An array of things sit on the table in front of me, some speaking amongst each other. Now I just tuned into that world for a slight eternity...but it must go on! the transformation must still persist! Origami hit my mind, was forgotten (or rather left behind in that realm of consciousness during the brief infinitum), and then came back with a soiree of colors. Odd how words form sounds in the mind and then reacquaint themselves with another spelling: the correct as some would claim. La-Di-Daaa!h!
Here's Jesus relaxin with me, he's a bit out of focus but my hand just didn't stay steady. With the rest of the visual world waving and weaving, it just wasn't happenin
also...
The latest in faux home protection!
VICIOUS!
Suddenly the bright (BRIGHT!) idea strikes me, some music would be lovely. Luckily I'm in a DJ's home so there are some proper ear phones. Encapsulating my entire head, mind, entity.
Eyes closed, captured in real time, give me a second and i'll give it a try, an attempt...:
fingers touch all day long, whimsical spores of endless informiations covered in goldenpink words where even the solid bends to mountains, pyramids in the morn, morning tilt of smiles, wrapped in every single spatial matter, ....the twilring pa tt er n, song change.
pirate clowns befooled into a day long galant adventure towards the hidden seizure of joy, ectasy in the wild winds where blending notions know no better than to believe in the whims.
spotted specked open, no cordial dear light to watch but the sun is coming and some things never really last as the sounds pass. bleeding the fool's patience and sanity in believeing in hope.
And here's the view from my homeboy Japson's pad at a bit after 6am
Upon waking up, there's a horribly caught, perhaps stuck is a better word to use in this case, clot of phlegm that's between my throat and nose and hinders all swallowing by casting an odd sensation, a thick, gunky one. I suppose I'll end this tiny venture for a bit.
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