Archive for the Thoughts Category

If I was a Satanist

Posted in Music, P. Runner, Thoughts on 04/24/2017 by private runners

would y’all still be my friend and/or follow this blog?

The funny thing is if I was a Satanist, a high percent of people would probably cast me away like a leper. But yet, that same percentage of people will still follow manipulating dicks who do whatever it takes to benefit themselves. We all seen it and still see it, you know, The type of people who will screw over anyone and everyone as long they get what they want. You guessed it: FUCKBOYS.

This webpage is a certified #nofuckboysallowed blog. If this offends you then unfollow and block me from all social media ūüėÄ
(I thought I filtered out a lot of fuckboys but I guess I missed some lol)

HAHAHAHA Bitchez!

The Light

Posted in Music, P. Runner, Thoughts on 03/03/2017 by private runners

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“Lightning flashes, sparks shower. In one blink of your eyes, you’ve missed seeing. Why? Because here is the light. The light, the light, the light, every mystic in the world has ‘seen the light.’ That brilliant, blazing energy, brighter than a thousand suns, it is locked up in everything. Now imagine this, imagine you’re seeing it. Like you see aureoles around Buddha’s. Like you see the beatific vision at the end of Dante’s ‘Paradiso.’ Vivid, vivid light, so bright that it is like the clear light of the void in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. It’s beyond light, it’s so bright. And you watch it receding from you. And on the edges, like a great star, there becomes a rim of red. And beyond that, a rim of orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. You see this great mandala appearing, this great sun, and beyond the violet, there’s black. Black, like obsidian, not flat black, but transparent black, like lacquer. And again, blazing out of the black, as the yang comes from the yin, more light. Going, going, going. And along with this light, there comes sound. There is a sound so tremendous with the white light that you can’t hear it, so piercing that it seems to annihilate the ears. But then along with the colors, the sound goes down the scale in harmonic intervals, down, down, down, down, until it gets to a deep thundering base which is so vibrant that it turns into something solid, and you begin to get the similar spectrum of textures. Now all this time, you’ve been watching a kind of thing radiating out. ‘But,’ it says, ‘you know, this isn’t all I can do,’ and the rays start dancing like this, and the sound starts waving, too, as it comes out, and the textures start varying themselves, and they say, well, you’ve been looking at this this as I’ve been describing it so far in a flat dimension. Let’s add a third dimension; it’s going to come right at you now. And meanwhile, it says, we’re not going to just do like this, we’re going to do little curlicues. And it says, ‘well, that’s just the beginning!’ Making squares and turns, and then suddenly you see in all the little details that become so intense, that all kinds of little sub-figures are contained in what you originally thought were the main-figures, and the sound starts going all different, amazing complexities of sound all over the place, and this thing’s going, going, going, and you think you’re going to go out of your mind, when suddenly it turns into… Why, us, sitting around here.” – Alan Watts

I am concerned

Posted in P. Runner, Thoughts on 05/16/2016 by private runners

about the world.

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“We live in an era where our cities are armed with steel and concrete. Computers and electronics barricade our minds. It doesn‚Äôt change the fact that there exists a lot of strange phenomena, bizarre beyond reason or logic. Most folks just don‚Äôt see them. That‚Äôs because we cling to order to any tiny happiness that comes our way and we bust our humps to blind ourselves with our desires and our pleasures.

We all have our own problems we’re facing that we need to focus on…

With the race for the white house going on and all the other bullshit going on in the world such as War, (which is a global economic phenomenon) it’s hard to focus on our task and our individual role of “being what is necessary.”

It’s to the point where it will make you concerned and border line scared. This is our future on the line here. Although, we as human beings can adapt and progress, it’s the obstacles that are put in front of us that are the stress makers in life. How much bullshit can we¬†endure¬†before we really get angry¬†and say “fuck this shit!” It’s really pushing me to the edge. Every form of life is precious, therefore it has value. That value should not be determined by someone who has “higher power/authority” over¬†you. Who the fuck are they to judge? We need to rise up and let them hear our voices. That is the impact the world needs to hear and see.¬†Stop blinding yourself and do something that benefits everyone. Be selfless. Now ask yourself, “Am I doing my¬†daily tasks for bragging rights/popularity?” If so, that is the biggest form of selfishness. That is the epitome¬†of a “FUCK BOY/GIRL.”

No single person can change the world, it takes the world to change the world.

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“I’m a human being goddamn it! My life has VALUE!”

I Can Feel The City…

Posted in Life Style, P. Runner, Private Runners, Streets, Thoughts on 02/08/2016 by private runners

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Breathing.

This photographer is dope. His name is Lukasz Kazimierz.

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It’s been awhile since a photo really grabbed me and made me feel¬†as if I was actually there to¬†view the cityscape. Just like in the photographs.

After looking into¬†his work and watching his mini documentary video,¬†he described how I feel about street photography. But photography aside, it’s also how I feel about the streets itself.

“I’m a passive observer, I’m not trying to force a story or force a narrative, this is what it is.”

My eyes are the lenses that I use to capture moments in time.

In the track Respiration,¬†Mos Def says,¬†“I can feel the city breathing…”

The streets speak for itself. When I used to roam the streets, I met all walks of life. I kicked it with the best and I kicked it with the worst. I met the good, the bad, the lonely, the dangerous, you name it. At times I felt my life might be on the line.¬†The streets are mundane but if you dissect it, there is beauty within it. The night has a myriad of different faces. Some are alive, some are not… But that depends on what your definition of being “alive” is. When you are alone in the early AM hours, you notice the city is alive. Car culture aside, that is what PVT Runner’s are about. This is our foundation.

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Peace.

  • – P. Runner

I made Private Runners

Posted in Announcement, Private Runners, Thoughts on 09/22/2014 by private runners

because this is who I am. This is my lifestyle.

Though, I constantly look over my shoulder for police, I love this shit. Like Mobb Deep said “…as long as I’m alive ima live illegal…” We all break the law one way or another. Those that live the similar car lifestyle, will have some kind of modification done to¬†their¬†cars that isn’t legal for public roads. i.e., when you pull out fresh new coilovers from the box, the instructions read, “For off road use only.”

A few months back, my Street Family was misconceived. One person and his peers thought of PVT as some “ricer-ass poseurs.” I informed¬†him we’re¬†more about lifestyle. As I was about to continue with the explanation¬†of the¬†lifestyle, I halted. I came to the conclusion that I¬†didn’t have to justify shit. For when you feel you have to justify yourself to a stranger, you automatically fall under their devilish thought process, like you have to prove¬†something to them. Never let anyone get the best of you. I’m the type that lets my actions be my answers. Period. Private Runners is my lifestyle. I don’t live it only a few hours of the day. I wake up, breathe, eat and endure it every second. We squashed it after that and never spoke again.

There’s a saying that goes when you create a “fan base” there’s always haters that will straggle along.¬†AND that’s fine. I greet all people the same way, with open arms; friends, strangers, and foes. And after we cross paths I wish the best for you.

On a lighter note, I’ve been seeing how people around the world are using the term “Private Runner” and it’s quite interesting. I’ve been seeing it across Europe, Spain, and South America. Some hardcore law breaking folks in Malaysia took my term as a “style of car” which I thought was pretty dope.

I’ll have to admit, it’s been awhile since I went on a REAL Private Run. Honestly, it’s because I’ve been focusing on my career. I have bills to pay and I plan on starting my own family soon. Even though I have a full time job, I’m always hustling to make extra dough. Not to mention, that I help out with sales at my old shop back in Sac.

A few days ago I¬†met Brandon, the owner of Bowls LA. This is the guy who made the recent kanjo documentary,”The Kanjozoku.” He complimented my weblogs and said, “I actually took some of your content and used it in the documentary.” lol I thought that was pretty cool, because when I watched the film I was like “Hey, I have those photos!”¬†He’s cool a dude for sure. He’s hustling everyday with his shop. Unlike the folks who want misunderstand us and¬†talk shit. That’s what separates us from “them.” We keep doing what we do and do what we love. We don’t talk shit or dwell on negativity. For that just creates¬†more negative energy.

Road racing is the most hardcore elements in the car culture. I plan on getting back into tracking again. There’s a Auto-X course about 20 mins from where I live. ¬†It’s been four years since I’ve participated. I’ve been meaning to hit that up once time permits,¬†as well as¬†hitting up a road course in the future.¬†I have nothing to prove on the track. Just develop better and new skills. When you work on your “craft”¬†you work on yourself.

I see a bright future with all my Street Family members. We will all keep doing what we do. Substance will always over power hype. Always be original and have substance.

Peace peace y’all.

PRSF

Aish Tamid

Posted in Music, Thoughts on 09/11/2014 by private runners

Every person has a fire, a flame, that nothing can put it out.

“Yeah I paint the scene so you could see, the city’s picking up speed
I’m on a bench 14th street, taxi’s streaming yellow streaks
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
the way the sunlight hit the leaves it really caught my eye,
glistening’ listening’ to the breeze dancing’ through the leaves on the trees, freeze, the city goes in slow motion like a dream

See I’m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
Shim, shim, shimmering singeing hair on my skin
whispering where ya been, where ya been, where ya been

See from amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from within Mt. Zion
Wind coming in picking up momentum
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
Like a roller coaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
Busting through the rubble, bubbling drying up our puddles
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
trailblazing through affliction
brushing off the branches golden
standing firm flames dancing
Like a lion roaring raising out of nothing
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
FLAMES DANCING LIKE A LION ROARING!”

Matisyahu was sitting on a bench on 14th street moments before the plans stuck the towers on 9/11. I posted the live edition of this song and the last verse’s because I feel this version holds a lot of power behind it. I feel one of his expressions of Aish Tamid, is that sometimes people forget about that eternal flame within them. Sometimes that flame remembers you, even during¬†moments of destruction and turmoil. Your body is a temple holding that flame just as the Temple of Jerusalem did. Though the temple is empty today, it does not stop us from rebuilding our temple, the one that holds our flame. If your flame makes its appearance showing that you forgotten it,¬†what will you do now that you discovered/rediscovered it?

Peace peace yall.

I’m mad as hell

Posted in P. Runner, Thoughts on 08/09/2014 by private runners

Here’s a clip from the movie Network (1976).
It’s funny, his speech matches today’s society.

“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!’ “

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It’s time to get MAD!