A moment to recognize...

Sitting on the occupied lands of the Kumeyaay now called San Diego, I am thinking about all of the people that have brought us this far. We could not have gotten here without the help of so many wonderful lovers of life, Ben Brucker, for moral support and paying the bills when we could not. We miss you a shit ton Ben! Tyler, Adam, and the Jericho crew, Marco for always dancing, Maggie for being at every show, Ogo, Victory, Ashes and the whole fucking Autonomy Hive Collective!!!!!!!!! Chad, your spirit and messages reach us still out here. Jason and family, your companionship, chantrells and rooster kept our energies high, John Zerzan for being our main motherfucker. "FREE" for being the strongest comrade in Cascadia, and that is a small part of our Oregon support that effectively gave us the power to move forward. 

Then as we head southerly, Alix, Julio and Paul fucking SLACK! WHEW! You are fucking oasis' in a sea of shit, and we look forward to being with you all again soon. Hellarity, goodbye and thanks for the amazing night of naked revelry (and the bugs). Garner and Sarah at the green tortoise, sorry about the fire extinguisher. Then we met Joe Rose, who has become our de-facto shaman of sorts, opening us into this terrified land with a warrior's spirit and manna. Magnus and the Mike at the Miller Library and all those crazy Canucks that we stole for a few days. ET, the hippest old man you will ever want to meet. Comrade Anok, you know who you are, you saved us in so many ways brother, and I await your arrival in SD.

And now we are at the Ninja Lair, a dirty but warm little enclave in San Diego, full of bright and loving kids who have taken us in for their own and hugged us despite our lousy necks.

I went through this list rather quickly, and there are countless other names to be added, but I wanted to get this down now while it is fresh on my heart. It is very important, I believe, to be vocal about your gratitude. To recognize those that strike meaning in our lives is as vital as vocalizing our disdain for those who would sooner see us dead than free. It is to these people, and these places, these ancestors and these children that I pray today. Many days of warmth and nights of dancing to you all. And to the shit talking scenesters who travel the country spitting our name like venom, you truly are a "broken" crew, and you need to know that we are on your tail. It is no wonder we are so weak some days when bands like you are allowed to maneuver in and out of the community unscathed, speaking poison and retreating to your lifestylist ways. You too shall pass.


treeman spoke unto the wizards

...the treeman of venice beach, son of the king of the lost city of atlantis, spoke to warrior whitmen,
"i am just an illusion from another reality in your imagination. if you shut off your ears so you couldn't hear me and shut off your eyes so you couldn't see me, and shut off your mind so you didn't think of me, i wouldn't exist. i'd be just another treeman sitting on a payphone eating a hotdog."
kevin argued, "i didn't create you!" and simultaneously in the universe, not apprehensively of course, a payphone sat on a hotdog eating a treeman...


holy photos pt.1

Packing up @ The Green Tortoise (San Fran)

w/ Gardner, Owner of The Green Tortoise

Breakfast at the Slack Ranch (Napa Valley)

Breakfast @ Hellarity (Oakland)

Brett with the Little Holies, Fair and Whitman

We are docked in San Diego for the next week......


the is the way to tuesday

west coast, a barbados of sorts

a beirut, a palestine.....
not so much, but really, a lot like that.

how the plantation grows is not up, but out and in




yeah, like clock bosses

like it isn't like that

it IS time junkie, no metaphor

e.t. is alive and short as all hell with a life time of vietnams, so fucking rock and roll you mother fucker

rock and roll

my penis is exactly what i need right now, that 8 year old security blanket
fiddle with my weiner and i am a child again, secure and berated

starchild tastes like chicken

we are pyromaniac masochists and i am in love with my fire.

Oakland, why the fuck are you still standing? Ain't nobody got no rage?

time to go to work, i guess.