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flaky crunchy stuff it is


been messing around with frooty loops for a while

just recording in my room 

feed me feed back please 

This is from a trip I took with a buddy who was living in San Fran at the time.

Great roof views all around.

I bought this CUBEBOT there as well (coulda sworn I came up with the idea of a bungie-tention-held-maniquin at some point or another)

A robotic chicken with chain arm I made out of an egg carton
(after reading that out loud I do see how that could be a bit insane sounding)
Sketch of concept in foreground and, my recently procured antibiotics and antihistamine in the background (feeling much better now, less lung issues)

A robotic chicken with chain arm I made out of an egg carton

(after reading that out loud I do see how that could be a bit insane sounding)

Sketch of concept in foreground and, my recently procured antibiotics and antihistamine in the background (feeling much better now, less lung issues)

Went to a bar with some friends.
Drew three MC.RIDEs in various levels of insanity.
 ”goin back to tangier with some jordans and a spear”
“Burmese babies under each armScreaming beautiful songs”
The second ride we decided should have a scimitar
and lastly we have him in his familiar mid flow pose, but with fairy wings.

Went to a bar with some friends.

Drew three MC.RIDEs in various levels of insanity.

 ”goin back to tangier with some jordans and a spear”

Burmese babies under each arm
Screaming beautiful songs

The second ride we decided should have a scimitar

and lastly we have him in his familiar mid flow pose, but with fairy wings.

If ever in San Franimal.
Find the sushirrito in the financial district.

If ever in San Franimal.

Find the sushirrito in the financial district.

The first time I actually realized, or at least put together that I was going to die was on my visit to my step fathers great grandmothers house (she was being taken care of by his mother at the time). I watched that woman eat a slice of tomato like it was something to do, and it scared the shit out of me (something so benign being such a challenge). My sister didn’t give a shit (she was like 5) but I knew, I could empathize. The instant we got to the hotel that night I couldn’t sleep, cause it was still in my head: “one day, that will be me; if I’m graced by time like this woman was, graced to die in a bed” I cried over that shit. The fear of death has never hit me as hard as it did then, cause now I just tell my self “bah, that was when I was younger. Of course it scared me, the thought of being so close to dead/not being/not existing”. 

I didn’t want to “not exist” then.

now 

I’ve kinda built up this mantra of “I’ll worry about it when it comes” 

or

"I’m not going to worry about it now, cause it’s guna happen anyways"

but

now a new fear has take it’s place. The fear of my body goin before my mind. Trapped in the cage so to speak.

The moment that a daily task becomes to hard, or the tomato becomes to much of a challenge, I pray that whatever god I haven’t been praying to finds mercy and just obliterates me right then.

cause the idea of living, but not doing sounds like hell.

woman putting on jacket, weird wooden sandals, bikini  

woman putting on jacket, weird wooden sandals, bikini