I love keeping busy (generally outdoors) using our great so-cal landscape: surfing, mountain biking and snowboarding are all extreme passions of mine. I'm a bit of a music junkie; love going to concerts and clubs, oh yeah and that damn Amoeba Records...it's gonna be the death of my bank acct.
Empowered people who enjoy their lives. Someone who can acknowledge how extremely lucky they are.....basically
DJ Krush, Amon Tobin, NIN, Tool, Ministry, Massive Attack, Morphine, Lamb, Deftones, El P, Radiohead, Bjork, Hendrix, Zeppelin, Techno Animal, Art Blakey, Speedy J, QOTSA
American Beauty, The Game, Heat, Fight Club, Niagara Niagara, Baraka, Nightmare Before Christmas, Withnail and I, Rushmore, Shaolin Soccer
My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded, and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly. I'm on my knees and burning. My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire. So smell my soul burning. I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy. I have swallowed the poison you feed me... but I survive on it, and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed.. and I feel ugly, and dead inside. Shit adds up at the bottom. You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken. Too much, too far, too late to lie down now. I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections. It's all I have left. There's no other choice. I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and no one now. But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless. But I'm dead inside. You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside. Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive at the bottom. MJK
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, The Sun also Rises, Survivor, Invisible Monsters, Intensity, Everyday Zen, Naked Lunch, Sacrament, From the Corner of his Eye, Memnoch the Devil, any Anne Rice book, Angles & Demons
Dreaming of that face again. It's bright and blue and shimmering. Grinning wide and comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes. On my back and tumbling down that hole and back again rising upand wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. In Out In Out In Out A child's rhyme stuck in my head. It said that life is but a dream. I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along. "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running?" Shrouding all the ground around me. Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory and blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow to pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble to see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, but the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons singing one familiar song... "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?" Prying open my third eye. So good to see you once again. I thought that you were hiding. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing the tail of dogma. I opened my eye and there we were. So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding from me. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. Prying open my third eye. MJK