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Pure

About Me

Productions;Collectives;Concepts;&Company, INC.
Creation intrigues us.
Art is all we see.
Music is all we hear.
The mind is our goal.
The soul is our vessel.
We are P.U.R.E.:
P:roviding U:topian R:ealities E:veryday
P:eople U:nderstanding & R:ealizing E:achother
P:ermeating U:mbrellas R:aining E:mpathy
P:roducing U:nderstatments of R:eal E:xperiences
P:ulsing U:ndetermined R:elics; E:mulated
P:rocuring U:nification R:eadily & E:ntirely
P:retending U:nimportant R:omances E:xcruciatingly
P:ubescent U:nicorns R:aping E:unichs
P:rocuring U:nique R:enewals of E:xistence
P:artnering U:rban & R:ural E:nergies
P:unching U:neducated R:etards E:veryday
P:resenting U:nique & R:adical E:ssence
Pdicks Ufag Rshit Ericholub
P:roviding U:ndefined R:emedies, E:clectically
P:uking U:nder R:ed E:lephants
P:owerful, U:ncut, R:aw E:ntities
P:lebeian's U:biquitously R:evised E:scapades
P:olish U:nder R:ectum E:veryday
P:hilosophies U:nderstood & R:ealized E:xistentially
P:retending U:nity R:renders the E:xtraordinary
P:roducing U:nder-arm R:ancidity E:veryday
P:erenial U:biquities R:esounding in the E:ars
P:ractitioners U:nanimously R:econstructing E:xistence
P:roudly U:nderestimated R:adical E:arthlings
P:roficiently U:nearthing R:esounding E:xpression
P:ersonal U:rges R:eflected in E:nergy
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My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 12/6/2007
Band Website: www.Fwhittier.com
Band Members: Music
fWhittier Jams
Tracy
Repeat Repeat
Let's Drive To Alaska
Songray
Roundtree
Corey Adams
Leroy Tumbler
Abba Zabba
Imagination:Image Nation
Secret Boys
Gallapi for Short
Cardboard Cut-out
EGO
Intuit
....more.....

Studios
EarWitness Studios
en tu suenos recordings
A Beard Recording(s)

Art
Brentwound
EddieApodaca
Imagination:Image Nation
DZ Penny Art
Brandon Cluck
....more....

Photography
OpticalFusion..
Luke Perine
....more....

Film
EddieApodaca
....more....

Written
Concepts & Memoirs

EGO
Pure
Essence
Christina Catherine
Brian Van Ryte
....more....

Influences: the momentary concepts. mind, you? too much shit.
Sounds Like: oh... there it goes....
Record Label: P.U.R.E./Fwhittier
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Choice Of Pace

You've begun the trend againof lying hopeless in abandonmenttoo soon.You wont reach your potential.But how true is that for most?To never bloom.The pace of life is internal.Existence is cooperation wi...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 15:25:00 GMT

A Message to Purists

perhaps many of us are losing sight,losing hold,losing memory?of what it was, is & will be to be pure.we are separate now, a good many of us.a chance to fall apart.also, a chance to build up.my messag...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 19:21:00 GMT

So Much For Internal Struggle

So much for internal struggle.This is how I am and I'm happy to have been so smart to make amends with the life I wanted, or close to it, not close at all really.Who is now needed to divert my staring...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 17:16:00 GMT

Big Sur.

I see my death in the wings of a condor. As he soars overhead, His shadow engulfs me, and the ground beneath me never was.He scatters my life accross the sea as it ripples and beats against the rock w...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 00:30:00 GMT

Sunglasses

I had a pair of sunglasses once. Wore them to Santa Barbara in '95. Their tinted lenses made the whole world an independent film, all washed yellow in the beaming sun. They're at the bottom of a ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 23:46:00 GMT

untitled, no titled, no just titled...

Flare feast on these knees.Metaphors are for the weak.Speak and choose serenity plead to leave identity- bleak. OH beauty!! Why do i seek you...? makes sense to be what feels true.intoxication of soul...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 17:45:00 GMT

The Bitterness of the Lowly Flies Alone

I am a dogma for good.My feet flow through the Earth.I didn't ask if you understoodhow in roots and soil I have found my peace.No one but you is going to help yourselfif you can't help what you believ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 01:20:00 GMT

The Straight and Narrow

Embracing in the road. The curve of a cul-de-sac.Looking over the horizon of your shoulder I forget ever taking any delight inthose lush dead-ends,drawing apart, the taste of a strange young neighborh...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 16:18:00 GMT