mary c. mas

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SHOUT OUT TO YA GIRLFRIENDS MOUTH

patience? i have no time for patience!

Dublab is a non-profit radio station based of Los Angeles that works collectively with artists to help get their work known. Consisting of mostly the underground electronic/dub-step/experimental scene, artists like Daedelus, Flying Lotus, Animal Collective, Four Tet & Cut Chemist have all had sessions in the lab. Teebs (http://www.myspace.com/teeeb) is another musical artist and painter who is affiliated with the radio station, and has just recently finished his record sleeve series for Dublab. Now...I've known Teebs for quite some time now. In fact he was the first person to ever teach me how to ollie on a skateboard, hahaha. I've always known he was a good artist, but never really knew how good until I saw these sleeves. I believe now I fully grasp how good he is. What I love about Teebs is his uncanny ability to......Ah, yes. That's what I love: How I have no words to describe his art. Now I realize that art is all about interpretation and hidden meanings, messages etc etc. However Teebs' art seems to really bring itself out and shine most when one doesnt not anaylyze the painting, but simply admires it. Here's to you, Mtendere!





Dear Mr Woods,
We regret to inform you that although you do still have your biceps, you will no longer have our support nor sponsorship due to your inability to stay faithful to your dank-ass wife. Thanks for the times!

-Nike

the pursuit of happiness

"I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold.

I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good."

of house and home

Stabilty...It's something I am in dire need of.

oh girl

Nothing

oh boy

What happened

typing away

my brain glands aint the same man
shits changed man, sorta deranged man
what i feel like, dont feel right
its still like my real life dont feel real no more
i cant feel no more numb to all ministries
ordained as a boy swept up from under his feet
comparable each snare i hit is kept up from under the sea
swimming in water thats 3 inches deep, shit's shallow
my thoughts cannot be that old
collecting dust from the bodies, people of all ages
people of all races please come and run
examine this young boys dreams and try to not to make fun
although his hopes are childish you've got to respect any man
who nurtures his baby thoughts into fully grown plans
to become something more, is what i desire greatly
higher than the planes can take me, escape thee
i stare deep into the eyes of past tense
and ask him to apprehend my thoughts
maybe crack and bend my thoughts so i'm in the present tense
but the present never felt good, always aching and bruises
word usage is the only way for this boy to not feel useless
so for the sake of free speech i freely express myself
chin check never wreck myself respect thyself
it's insane how this music has so deeply affected
see thee affection has changed my direction
for better or worst, thats for time and space to judge
this grudge i been carrying against God has got to end somewhere
maybe with injury? maybe with death?
if God was present at my birth then by sundown he left
'cause shit in my life ain't too bad compared to the shares that
cats get half across the globe, i realize this
but the pain i've endured in certain areas of my life
makes me believe that suffering is what's right
if everything was handed to us on a little golden platter
hard work, accomplishments, and trust wouldnt matter
so instead of taking life one day at a time
i take my whole life at a time, thats why they call it a lifetime
inhale the beauty of the world, the beauty of my girl
exhale the peace and quite from above
inhale the beauty of expression, the beauty of depression
exhale the motives in life that keep me to love
this is the pattern of an undemanding man
simple in his thoughts, holds potential in his hands
decisions, decisions...for each his own to make
religions, religions...for each his own to hate
but behind every thought lies the reason for its existence
you'll hear it's every word and move carefully just listen
alterior, interior, exterior, inferior
to brain waves and wave lenghts, these thoughts just get wearier
use them to your advantage and make your life worth it
this quote im sure youve heard it, but keep this on your shelves
happiness will always depend upon ourselves

for real forreal

I'm not even gonna put this post in some metaphorical bullshit outlook that I normally do (which I apologize for). I think I just need to say it aloud to myself. I guess by typing it out too, and making it official in a blog, is just second confirmation.

I miss Belle. I miss Dino. I miss Justin, Andrew, Emmanuel, Stephen, & Darryl.
I miss Rachel, Chelsea, Clarissa, Kristen...fuck, I even miss Raphael.

The change needs to start happening already. This is getting too fucking ridiculous.

in all honesty

Music is where my heart's at. Wake me up when it is self-expression that rules the kingdom, not legal tender notes handed to us by the Federal Reserve Bank.

dear auto-tune

I'm not sure where to begin, you know? I guess I'll start off where I believe should be most important: Your unrelenting contributions to the continuous downfall of music. I mean really I don't have a problem with you making guest appearances on tracks now-a-days...in fact when you are on a song at the right time with the right vibe, I thoroughly enjoy your presence. However seeing as though those times are few and far between I must reprimand you for all that you've done in the past few years. 2008 was a horrible year for you. In terms of making rumps shake and making highly untalented people famous, then it was a great year for you. In terms of making genuinely good music this year wasn't one of your best, to say the least. It is my belief that you have been taking away the true meaning of music (especially in hip-hop/rap). I used to listen to hip-hop because I could relate to some of these dudes who were struggling with life. Trying to make the best of life even when you're handed complete bullshit. Now it seems as though I have to have a $300,000 car, 3 separate "bitches" on my side at all times, Patrone in my cup whenever I'm drinking, and have my love lockdown to relate to you. I'm sorry but with the economy with the way it is right now, I can only manage to relate to one of those. If that. I miss the messages that songs used to send me. What's your message now? I guess your message is for me to get money. Listen, from very very early in my life I've known that I need to get money to live a sustainable and comfortable life here in the United States. I don't need a constant reminder from you. What I need from music is inspiration. I need to...actually I'm sorry, I don't need anything from you.
What I want from you is to hear your stories. Your struggles. Your loves. Your life. I want to get taken away for 3:30 into a world where self-expression rules the kingdom, not legal tender notes handed to us by the Federal Reserve Bank. I'm kind of straying away from the point I think now, but this is all very relevant to what I'm trying to say. Because of you, auto-tuner, I've gone from Kanye West telling me to try as hard as I can to touch the sky, to him telling me in a lame ass tone to keep away from "heartless" girls. I've gone from Jamie Foxx telling me to indulge in the sweet, sweet melodies of Marvin Gaye & Luther Vandross to him telling me it's the alcohol that makes the ladies get down. I've gone from letting Justin Timberlake tell me a story of a gorgeous senorita who hasn't found her king, and that he would treat her like a queen, to hearing him tell me how he can put me in a log cabin somewhere in Aspen. Please auto-tuner....PLEASE refrain from any more damage to the music industry. It's heartless enough without your contributions.


-CJ

sucka free cj

So, me and the homie were fuckin around the other night spitting freestyles to each other via AIM 6. No doubt he dropped some dope ass shit. I guess I'm showing you this because it's almost not even a freestyle, it's kinda like me talking saying what I feel like haha. But then again that's like hip-hop...so, I don't know what I'm doing. Haha. Here's what I came up with:



I'm about to sleep but this feeling's straight creepin my chest, the best of whatever I got left seems like it left a long time ago. So I rhyme and go to the fine line and hold my spot in line waiting for my time to come. Will I shine? Or will my breath run out before I catch up, it's messed up how this sleep shit got me trppin; Four pillows on my bed but all sides of me is slippin. I run from it and try to run this shit but my legs give out and my soul gives in and my heart yells out, "Save me..." I need them, I lead them, believe him, the words we speak will leak into your pores and cause the jaws of life to bite down. This ain't rhyming no more, this is climbing the door and kickin' it down furiously, we curiously observe all around us thinking it's life but we need to start living like our mindset is right...'Cause beliefs only take you so far. There comes a point in time when you gotta leave your backyard, grief is so far, believe what you live for. Take action and don't speak, we packin' the pump heat, never lackin' the bum feed. We need to step up and change our inner being. I'm tired of seeing, cats wasting their potential like, "DUDE you ain't gotta rep central." Stop acting like your mom and dad never really loved you, if your dad didn't love you then he would of worn a rubber homie trust.

4:15

This post really has no real meaning. I guess I can say the same for all of my other ones haha. It's really late and I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing up. I miss my famiy. I miss my homies. I need to make changes, and quick. I mean really, the changes have started...it's just, it's taking too long haha. I want them to happen already. Buuuut I gotta work with what I'm given, right? Right. No point in sulking around and doing nothing, right? Right. Happiness depends upon ourselves. Gotta run that shit 'till my knees fall off. See ya in the morning!

real shit

When a tree falls in the forest, with no one to hear it,
It doesn't make the faintest sound -
When a person falls in love, with no one there to mirror it
It doesn't weigh a single pound.


-D. Allen

ars gratio artis

Haha, can I get a hell yeah??

Today was pretty inspiring. Went to this dope ass place that made me realize a few things. One of them being fuck the luxurious life. Actually let me rephrase that...Fuck the mainstream "luxurious" life. I will lead a luxurious life in my eyes. Friends, family, music, maybe a little bit of herb haha. Maybe.

Straight to the point: I'm going to do what I love. Everybody should. What the FUCK is the point of living this life and doing mindless self-indulging tasks your whole life that in the end, will never matter anyway? I choose to stand apart from that crowd. I will join myself, along with thousands of other people who believe in truly living their lives to the fullest. I choose to walk the path of love.

lovers in japan; reign of love

"Lovers, keep on the road you're on. Runners, race until the race is run. Soldiers, you've got to soldier on. Sometimes even the right is wrong. Tonight we're gonna run dreaming of the Osaka sun; Dreaming of when morning comes."

aintathug: everybody in this world

aintathug: no matter whom they are

aintathug: they deserve better than what they are given

homies

The homie J-Stacks is trying to change my life right now and I'm pushing him away.

I think that's my problem? But at the same time I'm not sure. Maybe our beliefs are different. After all if there's one thing in life that can be counted as the ultimate factor, it's perspective. Who knows?

We'll see.

my mind, latley

Stackin Cheese:
When is this ever not on anybody's mind? Especially these days. I think it's pretty ridiculous how America runs on it. Peep it...so, we go to school starting at a young age. Why? To educate ourselves & I'm fine with that. But why do we educate ourselves? To get a job. Why do we get a job? To make money. Why do we make money? Because it's is literally impossible to support yourself or anybody you love in this country without making money. You can't even make an honest living without money. Hahahaha. Ridic, right? But that's the way things are & it's going to take more than a miracle to change that.



Amsterdam:
So me and the homie Dino decided that by the age of 25, we're gonna hit up this mother fucker! I really hope we do cause this would be super legit. I think it's a fairly attainable goal considering the fact that I'm only 19 and there's plenty of time. Haha, wish us luck!



Corbin H. Butler:
My dude is holdin' it down. For real, you all need to jump on this train before you're too late. Get your broke ass to scrape up $5 and ask this man for a copy of "Villain" No joke, shit's clean! If you're lucky, he might send you his mixtape too. For now, jump on "Chipotle" Rip it, burn it, get it however the fuck you can and bump this shit in your car haha.

Check it: http://www.myspace.com/dabeanbeatnet

come through?

aintathug: i dont deserve any of this, andrea

aintathug: you know?

aintathug: but somehow at random times in my life

aintathug: when i least expect it

aintathug: people come through for me

aintathug: and turn my head around

aintathug: a complete 180 degree turn

aintathug: its so crazy.

your smirks: dude that's amazing though, that's what life's all about and shit

your smirks: everybody has their ups and downs, and i think you just had a bunch of downs in a row

aintathug: yes ma'am

your smirks: but yeah dude that's super cool that you're doing well and shit


I'm not sure if the person I was talking about in that AIM conversation with Dre will ever read this...

But thank you. I hope if you are reading this, you know that I'm talking about you. You've proven to me that amidst life and all it's craziness; in it's entirety, there's always some sort of good lurking just around the corner. I don't think you'll every fully comprehend the hope you've instilled in me. Thank you.

I owe you my life.

cynthia miraflor trillo:

I'm not sure where to begin. I can sit here on this chair for hours typing away at everything that's accumulated over the years since you've been gone. I guess I should start where my problem begins: your death.
I mean, really mom, I think it's fucking ridiculous that you were taken away the way you were. I hate it. I hate how I was the only one not at the house during your passing. I hate how when Rachel came walking onto the field to tell me, I already knew what she was going to say. I hate how the walk from the car to the door of your room was the longest walk of my life. Some say hate is a strong word. In that case, hate defines this situation. In fact, it even created a new hate that sprung up from this: my hate for God.
If this mother fucker is real, how on this God-forsaken Earth could he have done that? You were the most religious person I knew, mom. In a situation like yours, you had every right to be depressed. To be angry. To be bitter. But for some strange reason, this "God" was helping you take life one day at a time. You thrived off him. Ahhh, but what did you get in return? Nothing. As a matter of fact, if I rememeber correctly your situation got progressively worst as the years passed. I'm not sure how you stuck with him...I'm still trying to figure it out.
You know what I miss about you the most? Talking with you. Remember how we used to just lay in bed together and talk? Jesus Christ mom...I swear I would fucking give anything in this world for 5 minutes of talking time with you. You wanna know something? Since you left, I haven't found anybody that I could open up to the way I did with you. In fact because of this, I think I've started to have trust issues with people. I mean I can honestly say that I haven't TRULY opened up to anybody in 6 years. Every once in a while I'll open up a bit to somebody close, like Rachel or Chelsea. Or even Auntie and Kristen. But never never never never I will speak to somebody again the way I did with you. You know what it is? I believe it's that level of comfortability that is missing. You made me feel like anything and everything was ok. You never onced judged. Never once assumed.
I'm sure you'd be disappointed in the fact that I'm not religious at all today. I don't even really believe in God anymore. The hardest thing about that is that if I'm going to believe that, then I have to accept that fact that I may very well never see you again. When people mourn over loved one's death, I think most of them find a little comfort in the fact that they believe they will see them again in the 'afterlife.' I can't be a hypocrite and think one thing and then believe another. I have to accept it. I will never see you again. It's one of the hardest issues I've ever faced in my life. Who knows though. Maybe as I grow older my beliefs will change. Maybe as I grow older I will find somebody who I can open up to the way I did with you. Maybe as I grow older I will accept your passing for what it was. Maybe as I grow older I will find comfort in the fact that you're no longer in pain. And maybe, juuuuuust maybe, I will see you again. You will forever remain in my heart.