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Good Times Blanco

Who has a turntable?

Great seeing you Steve! Good session!

🎸

Thank you Nancy and Justin down at the hip last noche!

PANTERA | VINYL | VASCO DA GAMA

Thank you for coming out to the show.

J and N! The Appreciation is real.

Much Love see you all soon!

Scraaaaatch… | save yourself for June 23 | I’ll be performing live!

location: TDH [hip]

Much Love

instrumental idea recorded recently. cover photo: Vasco - Location: Spray Lakes in Canmore Alberta Canada before [censored]

thanks for a nice night @thedrunkenhippie | Krazy Jack The Documentary

Jack you’re with us

a gentle summer breeze,

the sound of the river

we felt inner peace,

if only for a moment

wrapped in your light,

we laughed and we cried

a warm summer night…

[train whistles loud]

- you have amazing friends 💚

much 💚 love jack

neo[n]

Instrumentals

this was in central MX

PANDA 🐼

#Elysia Fasion PGH hope you are well

#miss working with you

#Stocking Noir

All the best in Texas…

Inno Fade into you yea

Tomoko and Vasco | Glad we’ve stayed in touch. - much love

An unused photo from the “French Hiss” album cover photo shoot | we produced ELECTRO sounds | Album Art by Anitta Rivera [plastíco] much love. Available to purchase but don’t because we’ve never received a penny from distributors. Send a msg or a ven and we’ll send a file. The following link provides the Art we went with: Saturns Hex - Single by French Hiss https://music.apple.com/us/album/saturns-hex-single/525185256

Drumming Machine Al Sakk in his element - much love

The owner of this outsourced “suit company” closes the drawer with his/her hip.

Due to the individual at Gotham Reality who understood that being struck by a vehicle before a shoot might throw off your rhythm, the decision was made to stay.

Horrible business practice. Almost as bad as a year and a half of photography for a sticker. True story.

Kind of a Pro; Charles White in a Half Pipe

(para ocho) Many of the “writers” were very pretentious. Those who haven’t truly experienced being [3ensor3d]; sadly their false “truth” captures the naive, those who chose regret unknowingly. The believers behind plastic smiles exist equipped with manipulated text books. The world you think you know does not exist and the fact that not a bother weighs you down hides not your reeking ignorance.

Not a single scar that you’ve mentioned exists and your readers would never expect that it’s a manufactured story unless they’ve left their echo chamber.

You can see through fakes in seconds. These aren’t the types of writings a brief victim of a NDE revisits unless the source of [subjective] the individual suffering in silence finds it within him to heal; to heal in ways that society would consider unconventional by those welding their silver spoons.

Where’s my son? My son… ? He’s probably riding a BMX bike, skateboarding, building tree houses , or is in the Arcade winning a match of Mortal Kombat. In the 80’s it was akin to a rite of passage of sort. You had to earn the respect of others through your actions unlike today. Self proclaimed charlatans screaming for attention with a victim mentality and a pocket full of lies.

You are more than a speck of sand in this world and the frequencies within will tell you either to tune in or out to avoid situations and/or variables in “time”.

A medical documentary that started in high school is almost in the post production phase. It’s been ongoing since childhood and there has been much suffering for greater good poured into the project. It was observed then that no individual would ever, in any way make the sacrifices necessary to attain the knowledge to many unanswered questions. -Neo

Photo was from the Highwood Highway Frozen Ocean Documentary below….

Produced and Directed by Vasco Nacho | short film | cíne | video “Highwood Highway” | Much Love Frozen Ocean. The Film can be seen here: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0FVxhBXGy60

An unedited dream written when possible…..

[old text entry before NXT-9 (non existent time-9]

A piece of fiction written before writing to warm up the ink.

They used nostalgia as a weapon of war. Pleasure became a burden; the intoxicated fueled by liquid courage were dealt with swiftly. An oracle, a Skykeeper speaks as to the possibility of an Archangel achieving the lost rite of passage;

“They’re not their words. The distractions keep them at bay”… “It has never happened. It will not happen. Failure. Excuses. Its hard wired into them.”

From the ground their assumptions are shattered. Known Sky Keepers represent “That which known must be accomplished yet remains ignored”. The wind screams. A crown but no face arrives. The ninth sky keeper stands…..

“His journey has ended? It is just beginning. You speak of distractions!?! All of you; fools! Why the illusion rather than the wisdom possessed? Blasphemy!”

Freewill had prevailed amongst the world below. Unwritten tales and his own people who’ve betrayed him. It’s alarming observing so many once held in high regard reduced to nothing yet still retain access to truth. Age is not a prerequisite if lucky enough to tether wisdom.

Skykeeper-9 knows what must be done, his eyes closed, his crown for the first time angled and dim; words fade in as he pulls himself out of the connection… [words are spoken without permission] “He is promising. The igniting this fire requires more than a spark, He is at this moment one man. A single individual. We see this every cycle.”

Eyes open, a glance from SK-9 sealed his fate leaving eight in silence. Banishment for speaking. Again the King speaks; words but no face:

“The man below defied your assumptions oracle. If he is chosen by the illustrious above we must open the velvet book leaving you between realms”

“Permission to speak? Perhaps I just sealed my fate. Perhaps not, although we’ve been here before and time has shown it’s favor towards our five”

Arrogance cannot hide his fear. His silence. Forearm muscles dance as he watches his words crumble. His sharpened iron is heard by Sk-9, ice inside the sheath.

To reach the holy river following trauma sends an unexpected message that they were not ready to receive. “Never have they made it through the forest of despair.” Not only did his light provide for them while surrounded by darkness, he didn’t even refill his water. To emerge unscathed is a feat upon itself but to not refresh thy water? Was it a sign of disrespect or discipline? These were individuals who thrive off of each others vanity. They couldn’t defend themselves with decorated illusions. It is apparent he was chosen and the illustrious know that now. He shouldn’t have said that. Prove me wrong and After suffering in silence beyond the duration, his aura shines like a single number in age.” (Attention shifts from expecting defeat to accepting fear as the watchers knew opium wouldn’t distract them all into throwing their dreams aside.)

A time will come when they are no longer needed and this knowledge, although never spoken amongst each other, tarnishes the mind. Past due is the time for anew. (Distractions arise when thinking of them individually; the skeletons) “Remember they are all the same (he repeats with eyes closed before treading farther). A thought calms through his surroundings. King finally meets peasant and when no difference is observed, the light ignites…

There is only one path and I observe knowing the end is just beginning. “He’s the first person to safely reach the holy crossing (Attention shifts from routine to fear amongst the now 7 Skykeepers) Never shall the hedonists, cursed by opíum trauma chains possess restraint through willpower. This is not a man. The suffering is too great for it to be. There is a halo forming. He is the one.

writing inspired by gmrss

note: never betray yourself | we buy one way tickets when we travel for a reason | A quote by Marcus: “Right or wrong, do what’s right”

These are sci-fi writings from partial books.

Funding. You know who it goes to……….

Jeremy setting up drums at the hippie - much love

sketches for your wall by vasco nacho - much love

no accountability

Polanco | moto and 🍊 naranjas [oranges]

why not the steeple? Nevermind-Nirvana

Gina | V

sounds resonate less when walking through a blizzard | much love