2010
08.09

spending time in space…

I got a call tonight from Hailey. She said she got my number from Jules. She said she was in the neighborhood and wondered if I wanted some company. I said of course, this is too much empty space for one person to handle. She didn’t understand and I told her she would when she came by…
We spent hours taking turns gliding around in space on the only piece of furniture left, a wheeled ottoman. Discussing time, travel, and all the weird stuff happening lately. Before it got too late, we made our way to 1254 to see what fun we could find…
the hours pass,
Here comes the sun…
I got a call tonight from Hailey. She said she got my number from Jules. She said she was in the neighborhood and wondered if I wanted some company. I said of course, this is too much empty space for one person to handle. She didn’t understand and I told her she would when she came by…
hailey
We spent hours taking turns gliding around in space on the only piece of furniture left, a wheeled ottoman.
Discussing time, travel, and all the weird stuff happening lately. Before it got too late, we made our way to 1254 to see what fun we could find…
timepass
the hours pass,
Here comes the sun…
2010
08.08

A dream?

I walk the streets, it is dark, but I have a map. I go to every point. At the end there is a fountain. I look up and watch the sun rise directly over and I am in the desert, naked again. The sun feels hotter this time. I can feel every pore on my body realease beads of sweat and their traces run the length of every nerve and absorb into the air. The hairs on my body stand on end as I see the tree again. Again I find the old man but he looks younger than before. I sit and wait as the sun races across the sky, its last breath is the split of the atom. Every color of the spectrum is released and settles over everything. There is no moon tonight and the stars shine so bright they shower us in trillion year light.
He looks directly at me and speaks:
” I am of this earth as I am of you,
From the split they form a new,
A mirror world, a shadow space
They come together in one place
The rings’ hum forms the door,
the key is what your looking for
an answer lies in desert skies,
the way to find be not with eyes.
A man stands near Gerlach
I walk the streets, it is dark, but I have a map. I go to every point. At the end there is a fountain. I look up and watch the sun rise directly over and I am in the desert, naked again. The sun feels hotter this time. I can feel every pore on my body realease beads of sweat and their traces run the length of every nerve and absorb into the air. The hairs on my body stand on end as I see the tree again. Again I find the old man but he looks younger than before. I sit and wait as the sun races across the sky, its last breath is the split of the atom.
manstands
Every color of the spectrum is released and settles over everything. There is no moon tonight and the stars shine so bright they shower us in trillion year light.
He looks directly at me and speaks:
” I am of this earth as I am of you,
From the split they form a new,
A mirror world, a shadow space
They come together in one place
The ring’s hum forms the door,
the key is what your looking for
an answer lies under desert skies,
the way to find be not with eyes.
A man stands on Black Rock sands
2010
08.07
Riding to work, as I take to the road a thought escapes and the dragon swallows the sun. As it births its egg, the moon, my tires tread gravel and the journey begins.
Awake,
As I come home today I could see light at the end of the hall. The door was open. I live alone so I wondered if I had left it open. I do that often, it is a small building and I know most of the people here. But no, look the door has been damaged.
amazing, all gone. I am so stunned I can’t be mad. How long was I gone? There is no way this could have been done in one day. There was so much shit in here, two years and more of collecting.
I have been thinking for so long that the feeling of being trapped by all of this material was beginning to get to me. In the deep sub-conscious maybe I wanted it all to be gone.
Be careful what you wish for, especially if you don’t know you are wishing.
What to do now? I don’t think anyone would believe that this place had been emptied in one day. Was it one day?
Who would have done this? Was it random or was there a motive? The Cable guys? How could they have gotten past all the other people in the building? Too many questions, too few answers. Luckily I always carry my notebook and hard drive with me. All the data, safe, for now.
It is at this point that I think….I have lost everything, I am free to do anything.
Riding to work, as I take to the road a thought escapes,
dragonmoon
and the dragon swallows the sun. As it births its egg, the moon. My tires tread gravel and the journey begins.
wait, Awake,
As I come home today I could see light at the end of the hall. The door was open. I live alone so I wondered if I had left it open. I do that often, it is a small building and I know most of the people here.
lightinthedoor
But no, look the door has been damaged.
broken
amazing,
gone
all gone. I am so stunned I can’t be mad. How long was I gone? There is no way this could have been done in one day. There was so much shit in here, two years and more of collecting.
I have been thinking for so long that the feeling of being trapped by all of this material was beginning to get to me.
In the deep sub-conscious maybe I wanted it all to be gone.
Be careful what you wish for, especially if you do not  know you are wishing.
What to do now? I don’t think anyone would believe that this place had been emptied in one day. Was it one day?
Who would have done this?
Was it random or was there a motive?
The Cable guys? How could they have gotten past all the other people in the building? Too many questions, too few answers. Luckily I always carry my notebook and hard drive with me. All the data, safe, for now.
It is at this point that I think….I have lost everything, I am free to do anything.
2010
08.06

Lines

8.6
Back home again, Wait for the sun to go down, and then it is back to work. Scan the listings, wandering cyberspace with no real direction. Nothing of interest. Although I am starting to see more of the Xarcon corporations influences. I wonder what this product will be. I wonder if this was done by Hes or if this is someone in the company. Hard to know. Time is moving so fast, it seems. I must have dozed off at the computer. I can hear a loud noise like a bunch of trucks out front.I go to see what it is and it looks like theu are laying a bunch of some sort of cable in the ground. As I get closer there are men with white suits on putting this stuff through a giant hole in the ground. I think one of then saw me. What the hell are they doing? I’m getting a little paranoind here. Try to sleep, here comes the sun.

Back home again, Wait for the sun to go down, and then it is back to work.

Scan the listings, wandering cyberspace with no real direction.

Nothing of interest.

Although I am starting to see more of the Xarcon Corporation’s influences.  I wonder what this product will be.  I wonder if this was done by Hes or if this is someone in the company. Hard to know. Time is moving so fast, it seems. I must have dozed off at the computer.

cabletrucks

I can hear a loud noise like a bunch of trucks out front.I go to see what it is and it looks like theu are laying a bunch of some sort of cable in the ground.

cabletrucks2

As I get closer there are men with white suits on putting this stuff through a giant hole in the ground. I think one of then saw me. What the hell are they doing? I’m getting a little paranoind here. Try to sleep, here comes the sun.

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2010
08.05

I=WE

I, in Love Again-
In love with an old friendAn elegant ghost.
A muse in my dream
I can breathe her in
Where rubber meets flesh,
I can touch her skin
Leaving marks on her chest
Her blood flows red hot
Dark black rivers and steam.
This ghost remanins unseen
Her pulse ever steady
Our hearts are in tune
But are we both ready?
follow paths lit by the moon.
The wind pushes behind
My eyes follow tracks
I see scars trace her spine
left by recent attacks
Now we can read minds
These souls are still young
our thoughts are entwined
and we become one
Closing my eyes
My secrets she keeps
As daylight creeps in
My city she sleeps.

alleyfree

I, in Love Again-

In love with an old friend
An elegant ghost.
A muse in my dream

I can breathe her in
Where rubber meets flesh,

I can touch her skin
Leaving marks on her chest

Her blood flows red hot
Dark black rivers and steam.

This ghost remanins unseen

Her pulse ever steady
Our hearts are in tune

But are we both ready?
follow paths lit by the moon.

The wind pushes behind
My eyes follow tracks

I see scars trace her spine
left by recent attacks

Now we can read minds
These souls are still young

our thoughts are entwined
and we become one

Closing my eyes
My secrets she keeps
As daylight creeps in
My city she sleeps.

2010
08.04

Communicate…

So I get a call finally from Jules, the guy I met at 1254. His voice sounded worried but he asked to meet at my place. When he got here he told me a story.

talking2
“The next time we met I was going to take you to meet Hes, the guy I was telling you about. He had some new ideas and wanted to meet to see if anything matched up. Unfortunately that is going to be a little difficult now.

“24 hours ago I was at a show watching a band at 1254.  I got a message from our friend Hailey.  She said that they had gotten in some trouble and Hes was arrested. This was nothing really new, you stay out all night getting art up in the streets, you are gonna get caught sooner or later. The thing that worried her was that it did not look like police that arrested Hes.  It looked like private security or some mafia or something. They were very professional, too professional for police.  She got out of there before they could catch up but he had to finish his piece.  Bad habit.  She got worried when she didn’t get a call from him and wondered if I had. We were the only two people that would get his free call. That was our agreement.
So I get a call today and it is Hes. They let him out today but he is a little freaked out so we agree to meet at our regular location. When I get there he tells me what has happened

“When they picked him up he was not worried because he figured they would do one of two things. Mess with him a bit then call the cops or just call the cops immediately. Either way no big deal, he had never been caught before so he didn’t have a record, he would most likely get off with a fine. But they took him inside of the building and it looked abandoned. Like no one had used it for quite a while. Then he got worried. What were these guys guarding? They took him in a room that was completely empty except for the lights and a chair. He just sat there for hours, waiting, Finally the door opened and one of the guards that put him in there came in and handed him a a packet of information. Hes asked what it was but the man said he did not read it. he was just told to give it to him and any questions he had there was info in the packet. Then he left the room, but he left the door slightly open.

“By this point he was so confused he was unsure what to do. He read the packet. The first page was an application that asked a lot of weird questions. The next page was a letter. It said they did not appreciate his art on their building but they would not call the police if he agreed to work for them. They were going to be releasing some products in the beginning of next year and needed to reach the creative youth in the area as a main target demographic. They needed an artist that was fearless in getting a message out by any means necessasary and would pay very well for his services. They would cover all materials and labor and not ask any questions about his techniques. He would just need to take pictures of any installation and e-mail it to them. If he agreed all he would have to do is fill out all of the information in the packet, sign the last page and hand it to the man waiting outside. If he did not agree, in 30 minutes the man would come back in the room, take the packet and immediately call the police. They would proscicute to the fullest extent of the law and he would be advised to get a good lawyer.

“He could not believe what was happening. How could this be real? The whole situation seemed so surreal he almost felt safer just having them call the police. Whats the worst that could happen? Spend a little time in the jail, get some fines that he would need to get a regular job to pay off. Didn’t sound like too much fun. But get paid to do something he actually enjoyed doing, albeit for all the wrong reasons. He had said so many times before that he would never do commercial work. The money and the freedom was just too appealing to pass it up. So he signed it. They gave him a card with some info on one side and just the words Xarcon Co. on the other side and let him go. When he got out it looked like it was early afternoon. He didn’t feel like he was in there that long but that was the least of his thoughts after what went on in there. He got home and called the two of us.”

“The next thing he told me was that he did not know what he had agreed to but something about it did not seem right. He was going to go through with it but to be careful we should limit our time together and not talk about this on the phone or in e-mails. He said he would figure something out to get us all information if he felt he needed to. That was it.

I then told him how I had just rode by that building the other day and it definitely seemed abandoned. Then I showed him the map and the information that I had found. He found it very interesting and wished there was a way we could show this to Hes right now. He asked if he could have the copy so he could think on it for a while. I said no problem.

Well back to square one. This raises so many more questions I think this is actually a step back. What is going on? Back to wandering the streets.

Here comes the sun.

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2010
08.02

A Scanner…

There was a dream it seemed. We were transported to a place like our own, an apartment, but trapped. It seemed like the people there were adapting, but I found a way free.  Once out I realized there was nowhere worth going to, nothing different,  so I returned. There were games to play.

dream-trapped
First task of the day, scan the listings.
Scanning always scanning looking for a connection. Looking to connect somewhere in a limitless sea of connections.
scanning
I am looking.

New experience. A junkie for the adrenaline rush of the new and the unknown. I’m always  putting myself in weird situations, just curious how i would react when confronted with that unknown possibility. These listings are the perfect portal to those new possibilities.
But, nothing.

Back to the streets.

streets
Where will I go?

bar

Find shelter from the rain.

Where will I be?

blackrock

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2010
08.01

Day with no end…

Another day as the sun rises over the horizon slowly. There is something very strange about a day that never ends, after a while you can’t tell the difference between a sunrise and a sunset. But one thing never changes,  my appreciation of the beauty of both. One can be a misty eye opening on the world. While another can be a firey explosion. vaporization of the color spectrum.

niceday

It has been 4 days and I have not heard from that guy about meeting up. Maybe it was a dream, it was a little too surreal to believe.

It is a perfect day to wander the streets. I needed to get out and see if I could find more symbols. My hands grip the bars, the gears turn and we move on.

handsgrip

It is good to disconnect from the glow of the screen, the wires, the bytes, the flow of endless information.

Disconnect from the second brain. I can smell a rain is in the air.

placesnotgone

We tried to go to areas I had never been before. There are many interesting sights in this city. This city has evolved.

riding

Over time, through adversity, the ups and downs, they all have an effect, and in order for the place to survive it must adapt.

casino

The great part of this adaptation is we have a direct influence on how.

buildingfront

We too adapt to the surroundings that the past has molded. There are many scrawlings on the walls all around me, but very few tell a story. I keep looking for these symbols, THEY are telling me a story, leading me in directions.

gloriousfreedom

At every place there is something interesting to see.

sideofhouse

Do these places mean something? Their history could be clues to what is happening right now, or it could just be random. I hope time will tell.

xarconbuilding

The building again.

Xarcon Co.?

I never noticed that before.

I need to know more. The internet can be your best friend.

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