'specially to de original crew, my homies dubs(w) jamesy, mr. red, keenan-mon, jeremiahhhhh, and maximus...
but i must say the family growing around (and thanx to) the afore-mentioned peeps, is just winning from every angle.

making it. building from the underground up, and holding it down.
unreal realness. the gristly, dripping, congealing phat!!!
the bass that replaced my need to spooge.
vantown needed you all so so sooooo bad.
i needed you... (like an asylum needs sane people).

x-tra ups to mr. red, for being the papa. (and because ever since that halloween where you were at the front foyer of the russian cultural center dressed as giant baby, getting your diapers changed. i love you forever for that!).


dancefloor as church.

it is by far the most consistent context for coming that close to god.


LOVE!