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SOUL.dier---INFINITE---CREATOR /// writer---beatmaker---audio engineer

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

—Albert Camus

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.

—Kahlil Gibran//The Prophet

It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.

—Henry David Thoreau

Honor thy Sky inside.

the void. the vastness.

the blank spaces to be painted.

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vision rearrangement.

ancient brush stroke philosophy.

silent guidance resurfaced.

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Soul’s playground.

swingin’ on Divinity’s hair,

Infinity’s lair.

letting go,

splashing in star dust.

clouds of magic moving at Heart’s pace,

to no place in particular.

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Love wanders yet seeks nothing.

Love wanders yet isn’t lost.

for One is never lost when smiling.

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go Play.

Never lose a holy curiosity.

—Albert Einstein

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

—Kahlil Gibran//The Prophet

a Beautiful energy behind synchronicities the magic is.

Aceyalone//Ms. Amerikkka

TRUTH.

TRUTH.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

—Jimi Hendrix

Everyone should be respected as an individual, but no one idolized.

—Albert Einstein

In remembrance…

Sage Francis//Makeshift Patriot

DayThree 9/1/13

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headed home. San Francisco, Ca—->Vista,Ca

start time: 7:30 a.m.

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we took Hwy 84 back to the coast. twisties through the trees. what a road!!

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took a break at Alice’s Restaurant.

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cool build. but lady owned and ridden, even cooler.

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back on PCH.

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lunch break in the forest. next to a river/stream. next to the ocean.

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Big Sur, Ca..no stretches of sand around here.

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it’s already dark. still about 80 miles north of Ventura and over 200 miles to home..getting a bit tired. a praying mantis decides to bless our final stretch.

the rest of the ride was extremely difficult. fighting fatigue on Los Angeles freeways was not cool/not safe. the monotonous sound of my engine revving at 4,500 rpm was putting me to sleep. We had to switch it up. We made it to Orange County to stop for fuel and decided to hit the coast.

nothing but fog. fuck!

so close yet so far. We had to keep going. We weren’t going to bitch out and try to find a hotel 50 miles from home. We’ve come this far, what’s a few more.

Onwards we went. got back to the 5 South and we were one last freeway ride away from home.

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Done. Home. 4:30 a.m.

1,091 miles in 3 days.

the first of many to come.

What. A. Trip.

DayTwo 8/31/13

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Monterey, Ca—->San Francisco, Ca

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got some decent sleep but right back at it..headed out to breakfast first, then off to SF.

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stretch break. just north of Santa Cruz.

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just pulled into SF. fckin traffic. chilled for a sec then up to Twin Peaks.

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Twin Peaks.

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Eye on the left squinting..cuzzin/roll/road dog Jun on the right.

We fckin’ made it!!

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thennn..leaving Twin Peaks my bike stalls out coming to a stop. won’t start right away. then it starts but won’t hold an idle. Fuck!

fuel leaked during the process. bike flooded=wet spark plugs. elevation and air quality really do effect the way carburetors function.

I was NOT about to get stuck all the way up here.

coasted down the hill in neutral to the gas station on the corner. luckily the attendant was cool with me working on my bike there.

no choice but to get to work…

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spark plugs were definitely wet but not soaked. cleaned them off the best I could with what I had. put her back together. fingers crossed, I try to start her. it takes a couple tries but she fires up slowly. I hold the throttle open ‘til she warms up. with the needle rising on the temp gauge, I slowly back off the throttle. She holds an idle!

Relief! I didn’t care how cold and misty it was at that point. We were back in business.

It’s dark. unfamiliar territory. We’re done riding for the night. well, we think we’re done. one phone dead. nowhere to sleep yet. We cross the street to Starbucks for something warm to drink and to find a hotel.

We find a spot but it’s in south SF. that means a short freeway trip in the mist with our visors up..off we go.

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made it to the spot safe. day 2 was just as challenging.

"Did that just really happen?"

DayOne 8/30/13

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Vista, Ca—->Monterey, Ca

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the start of our first road trip. topping off the tanks. 5:30 a.m.

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Malibu. stopped for brunch.

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Sun falling. coming up on Big Sur.

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Big Sur. water/stretch break. it’s officially cold.

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last shot of the night. still about 50 miles of cold, slightly foggy, twisty coastal road until Monterey. the last stretch. the most difficult. we wanted to hit the road and the road hit us back, hard.

After 4xx miles, we made it. finally off the road and into a hotel at 11:30 p.m.

Exhausted.