sfdeep

South Beach, Miami

bling! bling! and the surrealness of setting, sugar-daddies and wanna-be's, stretched thin in Dior and the glossy eyes of endless summer, packed strips of 22" rims, racked endlessly in spools unraveling along avenues of abuse and sonic mayhem, catcalls and tanlines, the falsetto of lingo and the thump-thump of stereo surroundings, long lines and grey eyes underlined with a week's worth of...
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off to South Beach with Naiad and Sicily.

beach, sun, dancing, music, parties . . . and, repeat . . .

if you don't hear from me by next Thursday, call the paramedics!

a punctured sleep, in and out of dreams that loop like a vintage analogue reel. memories unquenchable flicker through my mind.

the alarm.

call the engineer. pick him up at Fell and Divis. ride through the lower Haight, he puts the seat back and ducks down, "yo, i can't be seen in this hood." he puts in a CD of new beats. we ride beneath...
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what a rough weekend . . . strep throat turned into tonsilitis, i could barely swallow and couldn't sleep. fortunately, Naiad was all over it and had me to the hospital in no time. they put me on stronger antibiotics and some painkillers. so i've been sleeping most of the weekend away.

in the strange moments of lucidity between sleep, the world has seemed chaotic,...
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life has been very interesting as of late, as if soft explosions have been ripping through my bearings and beliefs and letting me rise up into the stratosphere of being.

the party i threw last weekend was a success. everything went off without a hitch and i thought i played an excellent set that was very well-received. at the end of the night, when we...
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Naiad and I just go back from eating at our favorite restaurant, Hulu House, out in the Sunset. we had the vegetarian Sweet & Sour Chicken and the BBQ Pork . . . yum . . . it is so choice . . .

it's been cold and overcast and perfect for fiddling around on the computer adding new components. we finally got a new...
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"when beauty of movement is taken as the presentment of the divine ideal, then the dance becomes sacred."
-Hazrat Inayat Khan

"When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns into music."
-Kahlil Gibran

"I long for instruments obedient to my thought and whim, with their contributions of a whole new world of unsuspected sounds, which will lend...
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i've been full of energy this past week. this year is already shaping up to be most extraordinary. i was talking to a good friend up in Seattle and he said that the new Chinese year is the year of the monkey, and thus a good year for creativity. i'm definitely down with that.

i started doing some Kundalini yoga as a supplement to Kung...
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rituals of the agnostic machine

when there's nothing you can do
but work the lines
dotting the sweat-drenched city
where the steam collects in droplets
along the alleys of your mind
and the drugs you take daily
just to keep you alive
hear the siren crying
this mortal sign
another marker of justice
telling you it's all behind
just another bolt in the foundation
supporting...
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there's nothing worse than spending 4 1/2 hours in the waiting room of a hospital. the rows of feeble and flu-stricken souls lining the glass walls of UCSF waiting hours for a brief respite in the doctor's office that never seems to come. it's like Kafka's The Trial with less accusations and more phlegm.

it all started for me on Sunday when i ate lunch...
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