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I wanted something anti-authority, but I suppose the mouth idea...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyz8fw5RF81qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wanted something anti-authority, but I suppose the mouth idea came from when I met Jagger for the first time at the Stones’ offices. I went into this sort of wood-panelled boardroom and there he was. Face to face with him, the first thing you were aware of was the size of his lips and his mouth.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;—John Pasche, designer of Rolling Stones, “Tongue and Lips” logo&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/17154265224</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/17154265224</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 10:02:20 -0500</pubDate><category>synchronicity</category><category>rolling stones</category><category>awareness</category></item><item><title>I could FEEL something nagging at the back of my mind, like the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyfimgEcfu1qzybs4o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could FEEL something nagging at the back of my mind, like the pieces of a dream. Only this something wasn’t only appearing in the nighttime theater in my head—it was in the air and in the sky. It started to drive me a little crazy—I was like the Richard Dreyfuss character in &lt;em&gt;Close Encounters of the Third Kind&lt;/em&gt;—dogged by an obsession I couldn’t even name.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a vision coming in from the periphery— stubbornly interjecting itself despite of logic and sense:  a new era that would begin in earnest precisely on Dec 21, 2012.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Could it be that what felt like pipe dream of an impossible utopia was actually a working blueprint?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;pre class="western"&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16918150649</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16918150649</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 08:07:46 -0500</pubDate><category>2012</category><category>synchronicity</category><category>movies</category></item><item><title>2012 a sync odyssey  (Taken with instagram)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymamamenr1qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;2012 a sync odyssey  (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am" target="_blank"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16761467004</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16761467004</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 10:20:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>It was all too easy to chalk the whole thing up to me being...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybtm78RBH1qzybs4o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was all too easy to chalk the whole thing up to me being nuts.  The connections were all in my head.  I was paranoid—that was the explanation that made the most sense.  Why else would I drop out of my life and hide from everyone I know and not go out for long periods of time.  Thinking these thoughts was almost like taking a Red Pill—the illusion of it all being an illusion was too perfectly created.  How a part of me wanted it to be the case!  But at the end of the day I knew I wasn’t crazy.  Something was happening.  Recent events confirmed this truth plain and undeniable.  This was something big, something next level.  A change that effects us at the deepest levels of our being—beneath the noise and busy running around of the everyday—beneath all the choices and desires—all the TiVo’d TV shows and fast food containers and big box shopping aisles.  There was a meaning behind it—a method to the madness—and it was up to me to figure it out.  I didn’t want to miss a thing which is why it’s so hard for me to tear myself away from the screens.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16431593550</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16431593550</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 18:38:44 -0500</pubDate><category>fiction</category><category>synchronicity</category><category>busta rhymes</category></item><item><title>Minds get blown…thoughts get grown.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly9q33dCb81qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minds get blown…thoughts get grown.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16362417509</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16362417509</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 15:38:32 -0500</pubDate><category>nyc</category><category>wtc</category><category>9/11</category></item><item><title>“…It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6sd7ENh41qhx5pzo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“…It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now to give it the perfect ending was a bit of the old Ludwig Van.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16318544339</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16318544339</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 18:38:52 -0500</pubDate><category>a clockwork orange</category></item><item><title>Those suits are fly, but the New Yorker in me feels like those...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly7dwarouA1qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those suits are fly, but the New Yorker in me feels like those hats would look doper with New Era logos and hologram stickers.  Maybe even make them several times larger than they usually are and meticulously hand sewn with expensive luminescent thread.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16287244840</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16287244840</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 09:07:22 -0500</pubDate><category>fuckfashion</category></item><item><title>The presence of the humming machine filled with various kinds of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly5v5xBqo61qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The presence of the humming machine filled with various kinds of bubbly sugar water and chemicals doesn’t surprise me. I immediately understand the purpose of the stacked cups and plastic lids displayed in half-open cannisters.  It all makes sense.  I tear open the plastic wrapping that sheathes a plastic straw without having to think about it.  My fingertips know how to find the seam along the side in the same way they did when I was a small child. The aisles of brightly colored snack food, the soft classic rock, the containers of putrefying cow milk perspiring in an ice filled tray:  I can navigate all of it with ease.  But the best part is the feeling of walking up to the cash register with enough money in my pocket and smiling behind my thousand yard stare knowing that i get to go home, turn up the A/C, and create other realities.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16236719365</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/16236719365</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 13:25:09 -0500</pubDate><category>awareness</category></item><item><title>Fear is so last year.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxo1m5TxU71qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fear is so last year.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/15722825123</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/15722825123</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 09:42:15 -0500</pubDate><category>2012</category></item><item><title>I align the new style body politic that’s emerging around...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxhovpzKOD1qzybs4o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I align the new style body politic that’s emerging around the world more with plants than animals. We are&lt;a href="http://www.evolver.net/groups/regional" target="_blank"&gt; spores&lt;/a&gt; in a mycelium network that stretches for thousands of miles, endlessly communicating data to one another without the need for a centralized intelligence. Or perhaps a field of blue daisies beneath a mountain covered with white aspens—each of us a spawn of an original urge, an organism united through space and time, stretching up over the horizon.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/15515250676</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/15515250676</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 12:19:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Evolver</category><category>plant body politic</category><category>magritte</category></item><item><title>I didn’t have a big question that I wanted...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwxwg173ff1qzybs4o1_r2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn’t have a big question that I wanted answered—I just wanted to know that they were there, doing their thing.  And they were.  They Watch and They Wait, big and peaceful—fat like Buddhas with energy and geometry.  They appeared like they did in the flashes I used to think were dreams, a picture sent in pieces to the back seat, the radio playing while Dad drove us home under the Milky Way.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14997551572</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14997551572</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 22:09:00 -0500</pubDate><category>e.t.</category><category>drogues</category></item><item><title>We are one with the earth—everything we create, from art to...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx8vgoF9Cg1qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are one with the earth—everything we create, from art to skyscrapers to flat screen TVS and the pop culture that plays on them.  All of it, the so-called best and so-called worst parts of life, the candy wrappers and world leaders, the great pyramids and the twin towers and the keyhole of the front door of a dirty house on a dirty boulevard…the mountains and canyons, the strip malls and factories…the holy and the profane—the movie as well as the commercial.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All of it interconnected, all of it a part of God.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/15260925447</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/15260925447</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:52:49 -0500</pubDate><category>koyaantisqatsi</category></item><item><title>Strange and beautiful times are coming:  keep your eye on the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrw19ijqAy1qi23vmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strange and beautiful times are coming:  keep your eye on the sky. /DOWNLOAD&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14861334434</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14861334434</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 09:03:19 -0500</pubDate><category>2012</category></item><item><title>I used to spend most of my time alone, putting post-ironical,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwlblvmV8s1qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to spend most of my time alone, putting post-ironical, vaguely revolutionary phrases on elaborate sticker art that I’d place on the side of stores, street poles and city buses.  Each one was a layering made of things I’d photocopied out of books at Kinkos, stencils created from images found on the internet, and words typed on sheets of clear mylar using an ancient Olivetti. All glued together, thick with crispy corners.  Sometimes the finished product was only up for a few minutes before being unceremoniously ripped down, but I never let it bother me.  Now something’s changed.  Now I want to be seen, mask and all.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14604110474</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14604110474</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 00:43:00 -0500</pubDate><category>REVOLUTION</category><category>street art</category><category>v for vendetta</category><category>anonymous</category></item><item><title>
Sync is the experience of the relaxation and dissolution of the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw5c65V81B1qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sync is the experience of the relaxation and dissolution of the boundaries between ourselves and the thing-events of the world. The more  we allow ourselves to notice sync, the less barriers there are and the more  our depth of perception will grow, allowing us to penetrate deeper into the  world — a world which starts to feel inseparable from what we consider ourselves.—&lt;a href="http://g8ors.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jake Kotze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14166293421</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14166293421</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 09:27:00 -0500</pubDate><category>jakekotze</category><category>synchronicity</category><category>thesyncbook</category></item><item><title>thank you and help me.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw2m7gqqDk1qzybs4o1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you and help me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14100164793</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/14100164793</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 22:11:00 -0500</pubDate><category>prayers</category><category>warhol</category></item><item><title>I spoke to him about the extreme fragility of life, while he...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvraw2B2qT1qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spoke to him about the extreme fragility of life, while he continued to play on mute, his eyes staring straight ahead.   I emphasized the importance of remaining vigilant—so that one didn’t miss the warning signs when they came.  This kind of talk always made him laugh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Even if you stayed awake all day and all night and did nothing but look out for possible life changing events, you’d STILL miss something.  You can’t be everywhere—all the time.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He suddenly switched the console to Netflix and began scrolling aimlessly through the new movies.  His ADD was acting up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You’re trying so hard to understand 9-11 that you’re missing the whole point:  9-11 is about not understanding.  It’s about how real change has very little to do with so-called progress.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But what if there’s a way to stop the next one?” I said, “What if we’re being given clues that will give us more time so that we could go to the media and hit the internets and let everybody know?  Don’t we have an obligation to find out as much as we can?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“The only obligation we have in this life is to die.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/13810280811</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/13810280811</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 22:08:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Evan Gruzis</category><category>2012</category><category>9/11</category></item><item><title>Fuck words.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvp4uurIOb1qzybs4o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck words.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/13742284557</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/13742284557</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 15:28:06 -0500</pubDate><category>drogues</category><category>hunter s. thompson</category></item><item><title>We’re all having this baby together.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvdg4hI7k91qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;We’re all having this baby together.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/13451700811</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/13451700811</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 08:00:00 -0500</pubDate><category>evolution</category><category>2001</category><category>kubrick</category></item><item><title>Sync teaches that your consciousness is just as much a real...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvbniw5Apa1qzybs4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sync teaches that your consciousness is just as much a real thing as the trees and dirt…and death.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sync-Book-Mindscapes-Authors-Synchronicity/dp/1463764006/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sync Book: Myths, Magic, Media and Mindscapes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/13398920582</link><guid>http://www.brandtrueboy.com/post/13398920582</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 08:44:56 -0500</pubDate><category>synchronicity</category><category>thesyncbook</category></item></channel></rss>

