Wednesday:

3 pretty big major arguments this week so far.
ergh.

I’m letting life get to me.

Maybe that’s good?

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Monday:

silly greetings overheard
meaningless laughter waning
everyone has to grow up.
some people just admit it sooner.

Monday:

hilarious emphasis on the one and the two
royal hineys shiny and wet
likeable and lickable reductionary casings
regal begals sniff their way into and out of trouble

ahah. that made very little sense.
I guess I’m not really a genius. Sorry to dissapoint.

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Saturday:

Last night’s festivities soured a bit somehow. I was in a good mood all day, and even more so after seeing the Afro-Cuban All-Stars. Then toward the end of the evening, I found myself arguing about things that I don’t think can be fixed. Maybe that’s the problem… That I seem to think it can’t be fixed. I dunno.

Whatever.
I started on a pretty neat track today…

Saturday:

moaning softly to myself,
I roll over and nuzzle my face into the pillow.
Another estatic dream keeps me wishing morning will never come.

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Tuesday:

That girl on the speaker, swinging and swaying and singing out the mel-o-deez.
I couldn’t help but watch her. She wasn’t really anything particularly special or amazing all at once, but still I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She wanted people to look at her, but she was still dancing for herself.

Hard music and girls… squishy in all the right spots, and sharp and hard in all the right spots (different spots usually), too.

Yeah. There’s a lot more to life than computers and machines.

Tuesday:

What’s with all the frickin’ rewinds at these superstar drum n bass parties?

I go to hear the music, not watch the DJ’s masturbate themselves with their popularity. God-dang.

Whatever… they play their own records most of the time, which is cool and all. And I’m glad they are getting the recognition they definitely deserve. But I just wanna dance, you know?

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Sunday:

Miami bars stay open and serve alcohol until 4am! That’s some crazy alcohol action there. Los Angeles is downright repressed.

The clubs here lean even more toward the meat market end of things, from what I’ve heard, though. Makes some sense since so many people walk around wearing next to nothing. I’m not one to complain, though.

Sunday:

Winter Music Conference in Miami: The Special Report

We’re down with day 1 of the week-long Winter Music Festival in sunny, wild Miami Beach, Florida. The Winter Music Festival is a gathering of people involved in the underground dance music industry. It’s a great chance to see and hear lots of great DJ’s and producers and do what you can to talk to them and exchange contact info. It’s also a great time to do a whole lot of partying. What else are a bunch of music people going to do?

We spent most of the day yesterday waiting in line to register and sitting around with other people here for the conference. Last night, we made our way out to South Beach (the place to party in Miami) for a big overpriced massive. We got in for the low low pre-sale price of $45. Tickets at the door were $60! It went all day and ended at 11pm. Rabbit in the Moon closed the show with an interesting set. I had never seen them before and wasn’t actually ready for the stage show. It’s worth checking out if they ever come to you area.

After that party, Jorge and I made the 16 block trek to a club called Zanzibar where LA’s Junglist Platoon were hosting a small party with a lot of local LA drum n bass DJ’s as well as special guest John B! Everyone involved played great sets, and the Corona was warm and welcoming, as always.

Today, we’re reclining in the Ambassador suite, waiting for some food. Maybe we’ll even do something halfway productive later.

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Friday:

radio reasons beam out to outer space
no one, perhaps, is there to listen, and that’s too bad
I guess, because if we are not there, then who will be?
and will they be friendly?

revolving simplicities fuel the exploding relationships betrween evil and more evil,
and denegrating evolutionary cycles do nothing to reveal the inner turmoil
tick tock toenails biting at the truth
tuh tuh ta tee