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victor wooten [08 Oct 2006|04:32am]
[ mood | tired ]

ride that train.

bluegrass band is going well. i dont want to call us "bluegrass" but i dont really know what our sound is. a crazy fucking mishmash of styles. and more to come, believe me you.

what is a better name:

the wild stallions

the wild unicorns

the wild ponies

the polls are now open for your votes.

bike rides on sundays, if anybody is interested. let travis, annelise, or i know.

i would like to know of any trails or intersting routes to ride in the greater willits area.

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Sand People of the Inland Empire. [26 Feb 2006|06:32pm]

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im back. [18 Jul 2005|09:44am]
[ mood | new mood for once! guess.... ]

tired, but im back. let the sun gods shine!

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[01 Jul 2005|12:56pm]
i am in fayettevill, north carolina.

the south has been great. i am not out of it completely, but it has treated me well, except for the drug dealer in new orleans running off with 108 bucks. fucker.

i love you all and wish i had more time for updates. but one day, one day...
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salvia. life of a poet. [22 Jun 2005|09:32am]
[ mood | in love. ]

hey everybody. i left for the cross country road trip on saturday. i am in prescott arizona right now. today i think we are visiting annelises friend, alison, if she is cool with it. she lives in phoenix. there was a big fire blocking the highway to phoenix yesterday, but it is controlled and we can get there now. i have had a lot of adventures thus far in las vegas and utah and arizona. this trip is deffinetly worth it so far. i was dreading the south, but now i want to spend most of my time there, i dont know why. i didnt update for a while and since my last post i can now say that i am getting a book published. rainy day women press (an independent publishing house) is going to make a book of my work. it will be composed entirely of poetry i write on this trip. i am armed with loads of paper and a typewriter and ideas out my ass. i feel just like a beat. a new generation. armed with cell phones and laptops. kinda makes me sad that some on the group dont want to be uber hardcore, but oh well. just shows how different and more convenience oriented most of this generation is compared to the beats.

gotta go.

pray that we dont die and we continue on this introspective drug haze lightning fast spiritual gevalia trip.

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troy whitaker. [12 May 2005|01:28am]
[ mood | wanting to cry andinlovestill. ]

troy. i am sorry. i wont forget seeing you in the back of the police car. i said goodbye. i said i love you. over and over and over. i love you. i feel that i wont see you anymore. the troy that i know to be you. your pills changed you. your bipolarschitiphrenicdementia changed you. i cried. i cried. i am sorry that they are going to sedate you in your holding cell. make you not think or move. put you on the list for life. i am sorry that you wanted to end your life. i knew you wanted to. when you handed me and travis the pictures i knew. i knew it was your way of saying goodbye. the troy inside was saying goodbye because the new one took over. you say that you have the truth and i cannot say it is a lie. i believe that you hold the truth with your reality. i dont want to tell others because i think i am crazy too. we are both keepers of the light. we are the teachers.

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[10 May 2005|02:51am]
[ mood | high. in love. ]

nothing like running around town with a stencil of mick jagger and a few colors of spray paint. either i get high from the fumes or the rush of knowing a cop could come around the corner at any second. it makes me feel alive.

i did a lot of creative things tonight. i hope to do more in a couple nights.

but, alas, i am tired now. sleep time.

perhaps i will get pics up sometime of the stencil of mick jagger with the chinese setting sun exploding out of his mouth.

one day.

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update. [05 May 2005|04:06am]
[ mood | eh. in love. whats new? ]

so, i have made many a stencil, expect them around town soon. one is a gun. a .45mm to be exact. the gun says "AKAthree9" cause that is my name and it has a flag comming out of the barrel and the flag says love. it rocks.

i have another one of a bodybuilder flexing and has the head of a suave looking lego man.

others are some random graphs of brain activities.

one is a giant lego suave man head.

that is it for now.

expect mick jagger braingraphs to come later.

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and so it is... [29 Apr 2005|01:09am]
[ mood | in love with tessa crawford. ]

!!!call to entries!!!
that's right! my mag is getting started. what i need are submissions. anything.

photos, drawings, paintings (all images photocopyable please) poems, album reviews, shorts, social commentaries, or anything else.

please email to gatorsmash@yahoo.com

if there are a lot of entries i might not be able to put yours in, so make sure it is your best work. hopefully i can put in everything, though. i hate having to "judge" and shit. if you want to help me create it i would be very abliged.

i dont have a name for the mag other than "hexagon" (or any hybrid thereof) right now.

so please please please submit! thanks!

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[25 Apr 2005|09:50am]
[ mood | in love with tessa, the usual. ]

kenny died two years ago.
so i will write a giant poem for him.

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jose. [18 Apr 2005|07:34pm]
i just watched an anti drug commercial and i just saw my friend jose in it. he is a spoken word poet. it was cool seeing him. yay for jose! it was about a friend that read him a poem and it inspired him but that guy did drugs and dropped out. he doesnt know what happened to his friend, but he thanks him for inspiring to do poetry. once again, yay for jose!

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[14 Apr 2005|11:09am]

50 Miles East Of Coachella or Threeps.

ROYGBIV? bullshit!
how can they dissect your beauty into seven colors?
you are what i felt in the high desert.
intense beauty explosion.
reciprocation in your face from mine shining.

there i saw two, more true than words ever uttered by any street guru.
you and i living in all of our glories.
sprawled over rolling weeds and joshua trees.
hitching with mexican liberals. 17 cousins fighting iraqi. three dead.
finding true america.

i found you in the high desert.
i found you alive and well.
i found you cantillating the ethereal opus appoggiatura serenely to mountain tops cosmos.

you found me in the high ride passenger side 18 wheeler carrying 40,000 pounds of detergent to Irvine.
you found me after i was scared for my life in small town drug pushing gun in face mexico.
you found me weak, emaciated, tired, scared and you comforted me. you showed me the truth.
the quiet truth.
the truth is so quiet that nobody can comprehend in this ramified reality.
even words are too vicissitudinous.

thank you krshna-buddha-christ energy
for blowing that cool breeze in my face,
for appearing as deity rainbows,
for showing the truth to all souls willing to listen.

thank you for april 5, 2005, 2:41 P.M.

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sad space cowboys. [11 Apr 2005|12:35am]
[ mood | feeling it. damn. ]

read poetry at mama java. i was kinda sad because naomi and jillian werent there. i was standing there, the only youth, and i tell them this is my first poetry reading and they all scream and clap. it felt great. then jillian and naomi walk in right before i start reading. it was perfect. i felt really powerful reading my poetry to adults. my performance was sub par because i didnt look up (i didnt want to lose my place or mess up on any words), but it still felt powerful to me. then sarah and her sister came. it was great to have a super influx of youth read some poetry. some lady said "you're the poop" to me. she was bald and smoke ciggarettes.

today i wandered with jillian for a bit. ate at ardellas. it was my first time since january 6th 2005. that time in january didnt really count anyway. played tennis with her family. wandered more. hung out with a multitude of friends. wander. that is about it.

i want to go to mexico tomorrow or today, rather. hopefully rob gets my message. he invited me to come since he has an extra seat. i have been debating it and i have decided i want to go. too bad i just decided. he is most likely sleeping because he will wake early. maybe he already gave up the seat to somebody else. whatever happens is supposed to happen, anyway. i just want to get more life experiences for poetry. i figure i can make a few good poems about adventures i have in mexico and the way to and from.

i guess i will take a shower now and meditate then get some winky shut eye.

i am finally going to climb mount saint hedren at the end of this month. i am so stoked. i have been planning it for 2 years now. woohooo!

going now.

i feel empty for some reason. seperated. alone. alone. alone.

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six oh three, nine. [08 Apr 2005|04:32pm]
[ mood | mcduck. ]

long story, short post.

so i leave and hike from my house to sherwood road. if you dont know, it goes to the ocean. i got a couple little rides on my way. then i finally get to the point where there is a gate and the real fun begins. it was later in the day by the time i got there. it said 24 miles to the ocean so i thought no big deal. for some reason the mile markers said it was 33 miles though. anyway, i hike and the first couple miles is uphill, no big deal. but at about mile marker 1 i get my first hallucination. i thought i saw an animal walking on the road. i hadnt slept for two days and i hadnt ate much but a burrito for the day. so i knew i was hallucinating. walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk. take some pictures of a great view. walk walk walk walk walk. i start hearing people talk. i see people hiding behind trees. i hear wild boars snorting. i see them in bushes with their crazy tusks. i hear mountain lions growling. horses? what is this? 2 girls singing? what was that! crap running off the road! i start singing out loud so i dont hear all the crazy shit i thought i was hearing. walk walk walk sing sing sing. i cried because i came up with some prety true lyrics and some sad lyrics. fucking damien rice voice. i hate it. one of his songs came up the night before at like 3 in the morning and it got stuck in my head so i sang that melody with my own lyrics. closer. i stop singing after a bit. more crazy things happen. BATS! more singing to get that shit out of my head. take a break at mile marker 9 cause something was sticking me in my foot. more walking. i said i should go two more miles and stop because there wouldnt be enough light. i end up making it to mile marker 15. i make a huge fire. i call naomi saying i dont need a ride because i will get there on my own. write in my journal with a great fire. i start hearing those damn cougars again. i see it like 20 feet away. it is crouched low to the ground. i get out a steak knife and i stick that is on fire. i yell at the fucker to bring it on. COME ON, BITCH! BRING IT ON! as i throw more wood on the fire it gets brighter. i see that the cougar was merely a little manzanita 18 inches high. the angel floating behind him was only a fallen tree. write in journal a bit more. barefoot. warm. drip. a rain drop!? shit! the rain starts hitting the fire and i can see the black circles left by the cold rain drops. it sure is windy. im gonna hit the sack. i have a tarp to cover me, so i use it. starts raining like a mother fucker. turns out the tarp isnt water proof. fuck. i have two friends that i talk to that are making fun of me. an army lieutenent with a big grey mustache and a helmet and a monkey. i am being told to join the army and they say i am an idiot for being caught in the rain and for not looking at the forecast. i yell at them to shut the fuck up. suddenly a flash flood comes from no where. a wall of fucking water. it is all the fault of some bush. i know it. i am now completely water logged. i get out and yell fuck. i scream at the gods. i put on a poncho and take the steak knife to that little bush and chop it down. it is 2 in the morning and it is pitch black. the road is muddy as a fuck, my shoes have zero tread. no flash light. nothing but super wet gear. everything weighs twice as much. that, and i havent slept for days. i decide to call my parents to let them know what is up. they freak and want to pick me up. the gates are closed and they cant get on the road. they freak. yada yada yada. i make a shelter and try to stay warm for as long as possible. the decide to call up search and rescue at 4. i didnt want them to. search and rescue makes it to the gate at 4:30. i am 15 miles away from them and shivering like a mother fucker. raining like a bitch. i am hallucinating too. two baby dinosaurs are walking around me. i can hear them. every now and then i break out of my shelter and yell to scare them off. little fuckers. dont fuck with me. each time they get closer and closer. i stand on the road at 5:30. i end up standing there untill 9 in the morning. some lizards are running across the road. bears are all around me. i call naomi at about 7:02 in the morning and tell her i will need the ride to mendocino. when it was bright enough for me to see what is around me i look at my hands. they are purple. my veins were tiny. nonexistant. my arms were purple blue. my lips were grey ish. i realized i hadnt been shivering for a long time. i couldnt feel my feet. wet fucking converse feet. i got worried because if search and rescue was comming since 4:30 why werent they here yet? i thought they might be on a different road than i because there are some other roads to that you can go down that look like the main road. shit. i call up the dispatcher and she tells me that they are at mile marker 8. the mud was so shitty that they were stuck way out there. FUCK! i yelled. they were going slower than just walking. i say fuck it and i am gonna walk towards them. i change my socks. fuck, my feet are fucked up. i breathe on them. no steam is comming from my breath. i have to be cold. at least my body is shivering again. i finally put on sock on. then another. then i drag my heavy gear into the road. shit. it is so muddy. i cant walk. i am starting to get really tired. i have almost been falling asleep the whole night. even while standing in the road i almost fall asleep. i made myself not sleep the whole time. but now it was hard. i hear something. i didnt believe it. i couldnt. the whole night i saw headlights and tail lights and i heard vehicles comming and going and search and rescue crews with dogs. i couldnt believe it this time. but it was true. a man on a quad came. he drives up and says "are you kyle?" and i say "yes" "you are killing me" he says. i shake his hand and we load up my shit. i left my jug of water behind. i wish they brought me a blanket or something, but no. nothing. there was no room for me so i sat on the cargo holder on the back. i got covered in mud. my feet and legs were soaked and caked with mud. cold winds in my face. adreneline pumping. body shaking. laughing out loud. mud in face. poncho aflapping. puddles puddles puddles. brown rain. i kept on thinking how cool and worth it this was because i got to ride on an atv. all my friends are at school or sleeping and i am boon doggin it for seven miles at nine in the morning. we make it to mile marker 8 and there is 2 white trucks stuck in the mud. they had the quad the whole time and didnt use it till i called the dispatcher and yelled fuck. i was pissed. anyway. i get home. getting sick. temperature rising. go to poetry slam. willits rocked over everybody. stupid judges. giving them third. lame ass. seven points.

whatever. raise your helm. gonna hang with jillian and naomi now.

oh yeah. my parents wont be here today or tomorrow which means

party at my house!


just like any other day.

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my adventure begins. [06 Apr 2005|09:00am]

well, im heading out today. lots to say and just about zero time to say it. i am walking to the ocean, then to mendocino for the poetry reading. hopefully sleep somewhere safe. if you dont know yet my plan is to walk across the united states. i was surprised that tessa thought i would last three weeks. i thought she doubted me a lot more. perhaps i am a bit more grown up than she thinks i am. my dream would be to do it in three months, but 5 would be superb. just doing it is perfect. damnit! my scanner is busted. i was going to scan some drawings and poems and random pages from my journal and post them, but alas...

tessa: i love you. please believe me. i will keep that crystal over my heart for the rest of my life, no joke. and yes, i will die happy. i love you. dance for me like your mother used to.

hannah: i still wear that white thing you braided and then gave to me on january 2. i will wear it for the rest of my life.

jaya: thanks for the last three musical days here in willits. i am glad we colaborated and made a great song. i wouldnt have had it any other way. go get em, brother krshna.

thank you travis deuel and jack kerouac for giving me the courage to do this trip while wearing a snazzy thrift store suit.

damnit, gotta go buy some dehydrated foods and get out of here, the coyoties like to hunt in the afternoon, i need to get a jump on them.

if you want to contact me the best way is to mail my parents house. the address is 136 Mill Creek Dr. Willits, CA 95490. leaving a message on my cell wont work because i wont ever check the voice mail. so text messages are also a no. and no emails because i wont have a computer at my fingertips. i will read the mail when i get back. who knows? i might only be gone for three weeks because i might feel that i cant go on after a while.

what else to say? oh yeah, give me your address info, i will send a post card or a letter. the only problem is that i will not be able to check this, but tell me anyway just in case i find a computer.

um um um. not much else. thank you for being my friends and guiding lights in my life. be adventuresome and you too will find the quiet truth.

Happy trails,

Kyle Andrew Madrigal.

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i want to wow you with my poetry. [04 Apr 2005|01:39am]
[ mood | alive in love. ]

walked through the valley with jaya and jillian. sadly my name doesnt start with a j or it would be a triptych of j's.

hung at jayas till 12. we are going to make music tomorrow. i am stoked. why is it that people think i am so great. i dont feel great. i am merely a weight pressing against your thoughtlessness.

According to the Working Paper on Infrasound Weapons produced by Hungary for the United Nations in 1978, the frequency that is thought to be most dangerous to humans is between 7 and 8Hz. This is the resonant frequency of flesh and, theoretically, it can rupture internal organs if loud enough. Seven hertz is also the average frequency of the brain's alpha rhythms; thus this frequency has been described as dangerous but also relaxing. Whether exposure to such infrasound can trigger epileptic seizures, as some fear, remains unclear; experimental data on exposure to such frequencies gives a variety of results

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today: [03 Apr 2005|03:20am]
[ mood | IN LOVE! ]

woke up at tobys parents on his hard wood floor. rode with mike davis to high school. walked home. went to sf. picked up belongings in house. left to willits. waited for jillian to get to town so we could go camping and walk to the ocean. didnt end up happening. she said she would call me when something was happening, cause we were gonna hang out. that didnt end up happening. i knew what was happening. i got stood up. so i walked around town and played guitar for hours. broke a string. played in the post office. saw wes wentworth there. walked around somemore. saw sam layton and his lady. saw ezma buying bacon and milk. yuk. hugged her. watched drunk people fight and yell. pissed on a trash can. saw three ladies drive by, i knew what was happening. walked around a bit more. wrote a note. walked home. sat at computer for long time.


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O.B.E. [30 Mar 2005|11:50pm]
lumin and i finally did it. we researched the frequencies to get to the astral plane. we found a place that said to do a frequency of 282.4 Hz for 45 minutes and 7.5 minutes in you need to introduce "voice 2" which is 432 Hz. you slowly introduce voice two and have it fully introduced with "voice one" at 11.5 minutes. travis lumin and i did it together. if one of us freaked out two others would be there to help out. travis slept, lumin didnt get much, and i kinda lucid dreamt, but i wasnt dreaming, and right at 32 minutes i got this weird 3d vision that was uber symmetrical and a bright silver "X" appeared right in the middle. i was able to crawl through this green symmetrical tie-dye vision, but then the frequencies stopped.

so that was my sweet shtuff.

i will try again.

going to cala foods to get cake mix with lumin.


walking rocks, by the way.

i am walking to new york soon.

that means i am moving out of san francisco.

damnit! gotta go.
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march 27. [27 Mar 2005|01:07am]
[ mood | break beats and bass lines. ]

hope you made it home safe and you are reading this right now, anna. thanks for the 20 minute talk in your car.

sorry for not updating, havent had access to a computer for a while.

willits, beach, parties, jesus freaks, meat and potatoes. same old shit.

was going to go to santa cruz, i am gonna hold off till april. then i go to new york. i cant wait anymore.

not tired, but dont want to post. just letting you know i am not dead.

the fire burns,
holes in pockets. coins.
for you i yern,
burning loins.

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rainy days. [18 Mar 2005|03:49pm]
[ mood | music. ]

i am 19. lame. i hate aging. fuck that.

made a sweet song last night.

what i did today:

shaved my face except for my stalin mustachio and my taster.


updating my journal.


pot luck, maybe.

and that is all.

happy day after st. patricks day.

i am (bored?).

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