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peyups msi

guitarist, dancer, culinary expert

www.soundsko.com, www.nerudamusic.com, www.violum.tk, www.skinlessaso.com

barely legal

eyes of a child, shock rock, red dragon, gold warriors, the old man and the sea, the outsider, the patient, stranger, hannibal

heat, shrek, silence of the lambs, motorcycle diaries, malena, y tu mama tambien, so close, confessions of a dangerous mind, seven, mean creek

beatles, hendrix, sabbath, duran duran, u2, korn, chili peppers, a perfect circle, tool, slipknot, ravi shankar, lamb, massive attack, tori amos, bjork, helmet, faith no more, smashing pumpkins, alice in chains, chris cornell/soundgarden, the doors, ramones, slayer, megadeth, metallica, biohazard, ozzy osbourne, spade ghetto, suicidal tendencies, infectious grooves, greg howe, richie kotzen, queensryche, the cure, sepultura, system of a down, seal, jefferson airplane, david bowie, rush, lte, bruce dickinson, ac/dc, tears for fears, bep, depeche mode, gorillaz, the streets, rachael yamagata, sarah mclachlan, urban dub, neruda, skinless, violum, panic city

nigella bites, csi, nba, leno and conan, lost, prison break

Virgo

VERTIGO It was when the late afternoon drizzle stopped that he signaled something with his pony-tailed head. To be exact, it was after 2 bottles of gin, & the boys (about 6 of them) were bracing themselves for beer. It was time. He beckoned toward the backyard. We left the boys with their games. We passed at the right side of the house where the flower plot was. Then he stopped, looked around, & when he made sure only a single sunflower was to be our witness, he put out his lighter, & said, Where is it? Here? I inquired about his chosen spot swivel-head. Where is it? this time nodding. I dug in one of my pockets & turned in a cigarette pack. He took it & sat Indian. I followed the guru. The ground was wet. Nobody cared. Nobody cared if your souls were soaked in gin. He pulled out the single joint from the plastic. Put it under his nose, then onto his lips & lit it. He nodded after 2 or 3 puffs & handed the stick to me like a priest. Through clouds, the divine roll looked like one of his fingers. Be careful, he said. I created more clouds & almost simultaneously, a cut smile. Everything was beyond benignment. Things were uttered not meant for reason or memory. I noticed stems of cut flowers dipped in a pail of water behind him. It came to me that theirs is the elusive music Id always been hearing inside. Their smell was solvent with the acrylic of a painting shrouded in one of the rooms. Its Prussian blue, sap green, brown; its house; its setting dusk. We heard leaves falling in a summer of daydreams. The palpitations of pebbles. The wheels of an approaching caravan on the pebbles. The dark secrets of the sunflower. ..
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"Pot put me in a position where I could walk far
away from my playing and hear it in the second person.
It helped me step away from myself.
I stopped seeing the guitar as a thing I'm holding in my
hands and started seeing it as a thing that's at one with
outer space and nothingness."

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