Sunday, December 20, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
what the hell is he rambling about now
Id rather not write with a reader in mind
no thank you I would rather pretend that no one is eyeing me down secretly holding in what they really want to say about what they think of as the wordst written blurb they have ever heard in their life acting like nothing is wrong everything is fine well just lie and say we like this guys idea of running on sentences like forrest gump following orders with no other considerations to sit on and think about before doing it just a =n unexpected jerk from the inner gut
no thank you I would rather pretend that no one is eyeing me down secretly holding in what they really want to say about what they think of as the wordst written blurb they have ever heard in their life acting like nothing is wrong everything is fine well just lie and say we like this guys idea of running on sentences like forrest gump following orders with no other considerations to sit on and think about before doing it just a =n unexpected jerk from the inner gut
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
forever ever?
They tried to stop us in our tracks
but we kept on trucking
ducking every single sly sucker punch
swinging at the heart & soul
bringing so much me to the forefront
with four elements combined by five 5 more ones AP
from the legendary root of it all
we stayed true to the art
after dark while we did it in the parks
all smarts no false starts
we marched like M-illitants
shedding knowledge on ignorant
kids thinking that
our method of op was brought by some simple plan
if that is the case
dummy heads need to think again
from the back of the line
ill vis and eye emerged
like a rubberband expanding beat in
minds with words
of wisdum giving cynics
fresh opinions to learn from
real eyes recognize real
word to the third one
my crew work in moderation
first comes first basis
pacing steps making heads
practice patience
AP layin down the statement
our motto is fuck what they think
let em wait for the invitation
ground up no short cuts
we pack shit in
show and prove to all
we are no accident brash
purposely bash what don make sense
serving food for thought
on tables of contents
making any hungry head
desperately wanting in
on that piece of mind we share
AF's he rarest jem
but we kept on trucking
ducking every single sly sucker punch
swinging at the heart & soul
bringing so much me to the forefront
with four elements combined by five 5 more ones AP
from the legendary root of it all
we stayed true to the art
after dark while we did it in the parks
all smarts no false starts
we marched like M-illitants
shedding knowledge on ignorant
kids thinking that
our method of op was brought by some simple plan
if that is the case
dummy heads need to think again
from the back of the line
ill vis and eye emerged
like a rubberband expanding beat in
minds with words
of wisdum giving cynics
fresh opinions to learn from
real eyes recognize real
word to the third one
my crew work in moderation
first comes first basis
pacing steps making heads
practice patience
AP layin down the statement
our motto is fuck what they think
let em wait for the invitation
ground up no short cuts
we pack shit in
show and prove to all
we are no accident brash
purposely bash what don make sense
serving food for thought
on tables of contents
making any hungry head
desperately wanting in
on that piece of mind we share
AF's he rarest jem
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Manifest Destiny
mindsetting & manifestation is so real! if you don't believe in it, it's only because you are choosing not to based on past experiences.... let it all go... it brought you to the present, but you can change all that, simply beginning with positive thinking... positive thinking is not just hoping you will receive something, because the thought of hope leaves room for failure, the thought is and should be knowing in your mind that you have the ability to receive whatever you need & want... there are steps you need to take, and obstacles you need to face first before you can receive what your heart desires... as long as you continue to feel and know your truth with all your mind, body, and soul... you'll receive it! and a final note is... sometimes you already have it, but you just can't see it until you've cleared your mind of the unnecessary... everything about our life including the physical begins in the mind...
jon malave
Thursday, December 3, 2009
tangents (ssa)
feeling like an old man
trying to teach kids about manners
kids who wanna fuck first
introduce themselves after
..finding it too hard to break their pattern
now all I hear is laughter
behind my back
stabbed by more students with no masters
..bastards!
nowadays
some may say
shit has changed
for the worse
attitudes are like
"yeaaaaa whatever anyways...
its the 21st century
so who gives a shit about tradition
its the age of ignorance
nobody wanna listen
missing points like airballs
hell they dont care at all
we're up on stage educating
while their drunk screaming "take it off!!!"
their brains are soft
caught up in the bs
wishing there was a way to hit reset
they say we dont like your music
because your music makes us think
ysee we'd rather act foul
buckwild off some drinks
and get stupid in the place
-shitfaced untill we vomit
then pass out in a crowd
full of candy addicts & alcholics
shit go ask common..
hell tell you
how he went from making 'sense'
to making dollars
bridging the GAP
between bronze coins
and heavy cash
authentic to silly fads
really dope to really bad
changing the face of pretty
like fake titties to mini racks
some may ask
what must one do to last
in this trash heap business
of music crap
music that makes me angrier than vinnie paz
tis why infact
I resist
from pushing too far
never will strange one submit
his skills to someone elses cue cards
trying to teach kids about manners
kids who wanna fuck first
introduce themselves after
..finding it too hard to break their pattern
now all I hear is laughter
behind my back
stabbed by more students with no masters
..bastards!
nowadays
some may say
shit has changed
for the worse
attitudes are like
"yeaaaaa whatever anyways...
its the 21st century
so who gives a shit about tradition
its the age of ignorance
nobody wanna listen
missing points like airballs
hell they dont care at all
we're up on stage educating
while their drunk screaming "take it off!!!"
their brains are soft
caught up in the bs
wishing there was a way to hit reset
they say we dont like your music
because your music makes us think
ysee we'd rather act foul
buckwild off some drinks
and get stupid in the place
-shitfaced untill we vomit
then pass out in a crowd
full of candy addicts & alcholics
shit go ask common..
hell tell you
how he went from making 'sense'
to making dollars
bridging the GAP
between bronze coins
and heavy cash
authentic to silly fads
really dope to really bad
changing the face of pretty
like fake titties to mini racks
some may ask
what must one do to last
in this trash heap business
of music crap
music that makes me angrier than vinnie paz
tis why infact
I resist
from pushing too far
never will strange one submit
his skills to someone elses cue cards
Monday, November 30, 2009
K R U S H E D
In the middle of working on a painting of one of my favorites..I kinda like looking at it half done...maybe eye will leave it??? mmmmmmmmmmm.........
and on a related note..
My friend Yobikenobi put a mix together. Check it out..
Lost in a purple desert
http://www.mediafire.com/?rjjjjmy2bgm
dear eyeknot knowmust
Enter my home, take a round about, take a look at the walls and you will find pieces of paper taped onto them, all of which say "Mom is Hipocrite", and underneath those words "Mom is Hipokrita". You will also notice the phrase written along the sides of some of the garbages??
I myself was confused about the whole thing really. The handwriting looked familiar. As guessed correctly, it belonged to my mother. I asked her what this was all about, and she replied vaguely, that someone had called her a hipocrite, but refused to say who. I made a guess, and I was correct. She assumed a meaning for the word, but didn't quite understand it's proper meaning, all she knew was that it wasn't a word of praise, nor a word that expressed love, as it certainly was not received well. I explained to her the definition and warmed her with my views on the word hypocrite. I said at some point, we all are victims of our own procrastination, and we certainly all in this lifetime experienced wrongdoing, and continue for some of us, we continue to do what is deemed as wrong despite being well aware of the liklihood of arriving at the same shameful results that we swore never to revist again. I asked myself could this be true about my mother? It is possible, but in what context? I feel as though the act does not necessarily define that person, and so though she may have or may do hipocritical things, it is not a word that I would choose to describe her as a person. I also asked myself, could this be that my father is looking for someone to blame, could it be that because he seemingly refuses to reach deep into himself, that he is projecting his anguish and fears and spewing them out unto his surroundings, blaming others for his suffering. Who knows? Communication is key, yet we are all still walking passed each other in a tight conjested space wondering why the doors that may lead us to a larger room to breathe, are still locked.
Name calling seems to be a common act of expressing ones feelings this month..
Pumpernickel:
a coarse, dark, slightly sour bread made of unbolted rye.
Origin:
1750–60; < G Pumpernickel orig., an opprobrious name for anyone considered disagreeable, equiv. to pumper(n) to break wind + Nickel hypocoristic from of Nikolaus Nicholas (cf. nickel ); presumably applied to the bread from its effect on the digestive system
n. A dark, sourish bread made from whole, coarsely ground rye.
[German, probably from dialectal, term of abuse : obsolete Pumper, breaking wind (from dialectal pumpern, to break wind, from Middle High German, to knock, frequentative of pumpen, of imitative origin) + German Nickel, goblin; see nickel.]
"dark rye bread," 1756, from Ger. (Westphalian dialect) Pumpernickel (1663), originally an abusive nickname for a stupid person, from pumpern "to break wind" + Nickel "goblin, lout, rascal," from proper name Niklaus. An earlier Ger. name for it was krankbrot, lit. "sick-bread."
I asked myself, What does it mean? Like my mother, I didn't know the given definition, but intuition gave me a slight hint that it wasn't intended to be a compliment. The definition that sticks with me the most is: "originally an abusive nickname for a stupid person".
While the humour may have entered on one end, confusion had entered on another. I asked myself what did I deserve to be called this? moreover, what did I not do?
Absence; it seems the more it carries on, the more the liklihood of assumptions to come in between, and that is not healthy. Perhaps this is why the bread has turned black for you?
If you recall our heart to heart talk that one night inside the bus stop, when you told me what you told your sister..it partly true, and partly unsure..that I was longing for a partner.. the partly unsure bit come from many places. it comes from my refusal to take away any other person's freedom. freedom to choose. freedom to travel. freedom to love whomever or whatever..the unsure bit also comes from my own freedom, it is with that, that I had said..."I understand you"
and as explained before..the partly true, comes from my dream. i like to think that it also comes from years and years of conditioning, of not only my parents era of traditional romance, but years and years before their time when honour and respect for a partner still existed. As dave chappelle said, chilvary is dead..but I ask who made dave chappelle god? and who is to say that that statement is true on all accounts, who is to say that is relevant and true for everyone.
In between one night stand fuckers, and bored couples who belong to crumbling marriages where divorce is considered a taboo, I find myself scratcing my head, (sometimes both) sorry bad joke..wondering what it is I am really looking for? What is definite here?
I met an interesting man who said that when we define something, it becomes the end of questioning. now what does that mean if we relate it to titles such as boyfriend, girlfiend. husband wife, married..blah blah..Maybe in some ways its saying there is no more need for questioning, no more need for looking, because we've found our definition of love?
But the reality that I like to believe in, sees that we are redefining ourselves everyday, as we grow, we change, and we take on these new findings that shape us a little bit differently than yesterdays mold. Maybe I am getting a little too deep into it, but that has always been me. I haven't lived enough to know what true love means, and maybe I will never..maybe it will always be a question for me. I can only define with what was and is exposed to me. Another thing that this man had said to me..is that because we will always question, and it is so difficult to find an ends to the means of mysterious things (like love) it is hard to determine what is logical...for all I know he could be incorrect..but I like to agree that intuition is a great thing, and I feel that listening and paying attention to inuition will communicate with our logic and thus...maybe not give us a clear definition of things, but come pretty damn close to making sense
she will always be wonderful, or always full of wonder..which means I can never have her..or own her? and that is perfectly fine, because I do not wish to carry any weight other than my own. Who knows..maybe one day...eye WILL stop questioning..but that will not mean that it will be the end of paying attention.
whatever the fuck that means!!
I myself was confused about the whole thing really. The handwriting looked familiar. As guessed correctly, it belonged to my mother. I asked her what this was all about, and she replied vaguely, that someone had called her a hipocrite, but refused to say who. I made a guess, and I was correct. She assumed a meaning for the word, but didn't quite understand it's proper meaning, all she knew was that it wasn't a word of praise, nor a word that expressed love, as it certainly was not received well. I explained to her the definition and warmed her with my views on the word hypocrite. I said at some point, we all are victims of our own procrastination, and we certainly all in this lifetime experienced wrongdoing, and continue for some of us, we continue to do what is deemed as wrong despite being well aware of the liklihood of arriving at the same shameful results that we swore never to revist again. I asked myself could this be true about my mother? It is possible, but in what context? I feel as though the act does not necessarily define that person, and so though she may have or may do hipocritical things, it is not a word that I would choose to describe her as a person. I also asked myself, could this be that my father is looking for someone to blame, could it be that because he seemingly refuses to reach deep into himself, that he is projecting his anguish and fears and spewing them out unto his surroundings, blaming others for his suffering. Who knows? Communication is key, yet we are all still walking passed each other in a tight conjested space wondering why the doors that may lead us to a larger room to breathe, are still locked.
Name calling seems to be a common act of expressing ones feelings this month..
Pumpernickel:
a coarse, dark, slightly sour bread made of unbolted rye.
Origin:
1750–60; < G Pumpernickel orig., an opprobrious name for anyone considered disagreeable, equiv. to pumper(n) to break wind + Nickel hypocoristic from of Nikolaus Nicholas (cf. nickel ); presumably applied to the bread from its effect on the digestive system
n. A dark, sourish bread made from whole, coarsely ground rye.
[German, probably from dialectal, term of abuse : obsolete Pumper, breaking wind (from dialectal pumpern, to break wind, from Middle High German, to knock, frequentative of pumpen, of imitative origin) + German Nickel, goblin; see nickel.]
"dark rye bread," 1756, from Ger. (Westphalian dialect) Pumpernickel (1663), originally an abusive nickname for a stupid person, from pumpern "to break wind" + Nickel "goblin, lout, rascal," from proper name Niklaus. An earlier Ger. name for it was krankbrot, lit. "sick-bread."
I asked myself, What does it mean? Like my mother, I didn't know the given definition, but intuition gave me a slight hint that it wasn't intended to be a compliment. The definition that sticks with me the most is: "originally an abusive nickname for a stupid person".
While the humour may have entered on one end, confusion had entered on another. I asked myself what did I deserve to be called this? moreover, what did I not do?
Absence; it seems the more it carries on, the more the liklihood of assumptions to come in between, and that is not healthy. Perhaps this is why the bread has turned black for you?
If you recall our heart to heart talk that one night inside the bus stop, when you told me what you told your sister..it partly true, and partly unsure..that I was longing for a partner.. the partly unsure bit come from many places. it comes from my refusal to take away any other person's freedom. freedom to choose. freedom to travel. freedom to love whomever or whatever..the unsure bit also comes from my own freedom, it is with that, that I had said..."I understand you"
and as explained before..the partly true, comes from my dream. i like to think that it also comes from years and years of conditioning, of not only my parents era of traditional romance, but years and years before their time when honour and respect for a partner still existed. As dave chappelle said, chilvary is dead..but I ask who made dave chappelle god? and who is to say that that statement is true on all accounts, who is to say that is relevant and true for everyone.
In between one night stand fuckers, and bored couples who belong to crumbling marriages where divorce is considered a taboo, I find myself scratcing my head, (sometimes both) sorry bad joke..wondering what it is I am really looking for? What is definite here?
I met an interesting man who said that when we define something, it becomes the end of questioning. now what does that mean if we relate it to titles such as boyfriend, girlfiend. husband wife, married..blah blah..Maybe in some ways its saying there is no more need for questioning, no more need for looking, because we've found our definition of love?
But the reality that I like to believe in, sees that we are redefining ourselves everyday, as we grow, we change, and we take on these new findings that shape us a little bit differently than yesterdays mold. Maybe I am getting a little too deep into it, but that has always been me. I haven't lived enough to know what true love means, and maybe I will never..maybe it will always be a question for me. I can only define with what was and is exposed to me. Another thing that this man had said to me..is that because we will always question, and it is so difficult to find an ends to the means of mysterious things (like love) it is hard to determine what is logical...for all I know he could be incorrect..but I like to agree that intuition is a great thing, and I feel that listening and paying attention to inuition will communicate with our logic and thus...maybe not give us a clear definition of things, but come pretty damn close to making sense
she will always be wonderful, or always full of wonder..which means I can never have her..or own her? and that is perfectly fine, because I do not wish to carry any weight other than my own. Who knows..maybe one day...eye WILL stop questioning..but that will not mean that it will be the end of paying attention.
whatever the fuck that means!!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Super Strange
Today a kid came into HMV today and asked me if we have any Dr. Strange. "Sowwie Kid, we don't have any in stock". I was the only one laughing. How sad. Haaaaaaaaah hah.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Positive Lifestyles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zToHQ8oQvgA
So the court dropped the charges. Luck Strikes Again! My lawyer is no Jim the Hammer Shapiro, but he brought the good luck that I needed.
So the court dropped the charges. Luck Strikes Again! My lawyer is no Jim the Hammer Shapiro, but he brought the good luck that I needed.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Vertical Adventure
This would be the first mural gig I have had without the 30 percent cut damn right sun damn right. It was truly a blessing to be back at the spot where I use to build myself up in one critical time of my life. $1500 for about 16 hours in total.. not bad, not bad at all but there is still much to improve on. Oh mighty universe please Give me another wall!!!
The quote is from one of the first rock climbing videos I have ever seen in my life (nearly five years ago). What I enjoyed most about it was putting the video on mute and listening to Wu-Tang's 36 chambers to switch up the dynamic of it. I found it fascinating...
Friday, November 6, 2009
Don't Blame Me, Blame the Art
So I got a gig to paint half naked women at Vivid nightclub for 200 dollars one night for 4 hours. Does that make me a bad man? Of course not. It would be an awful lie if eye were to say that I didn't enjoy my time. I would certainly be down for another round.
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