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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tattoo Session with J.Bless/Hidden Citizen Club
On my last trip to the Bronx New York I made it a priority to link up with my man J.Bless, child hood friend turned underground artist turned tattoo artist. After catching up on old times and a downing a few Coronas we set up shop in the basement/apartment transformed into a shop room and began working on a tattoo sleeve that will depict the origin of man kind and the powers that drive our civilizations. Through the eyes of the Hidden Citizen Club founder and CEO, Jay Hollywood. Stay tuned cool world.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Plush Beating Heart
What better way to show them you love them, than giving them your heart...
When it comes to true romance, nothing says "I Love You" like a gift from the heart. Now you can express your feelings of affection with this anatomically correct plush beating heart. Simply shake the heart and it starts beating and pulsating in your hand. It's just like the real thing... but without all that messy blood. Your friends will be oddly fascinated and repulsed by this animated stuffed body organ. Cuddle up with the plush beating heart and it will love you back, just don't let your brain and liver get jealous. Product Features: Anatomically correct plush heart pulsates and makes a beating noise when shaken Requires 3 x AAA batteries (not included) Dimensions - 10" h x 5" w x 3.5" d
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
The New Earth
This is the scene - or may be the scene - on what is possibly the most extraordinary world to have been discovered by astronomers: the first truly Earth-like planet to have been found outside our Solar System.
The discovery was announced today by a team of European astronomers, using a telescope in La Silla in the Chilean Andes. If forced bookies to slash odds on the existence of alien beings.
The Earth-like planet that could be covered in oceans and may support life is 20.5 light years away, and has the right temperature to allow liquid water on its surface.
The discovery was announced today by a team of European astronomers, using a telescope in La Silla in the Chilean Andes. If forced bookies to slash odds on the existence of alien beings.
The Earth-like planet that could be covered in oceans and may support life is 20.5 light years away, and has the right temperature to allow liquid water on its surface.
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| It is the first exoplanet (a planet orbiting a star other than our own Sun) that is anything like our Earth. |
False Idols
Hidden Citizen Club is not a corporation nor will it ever be. Our main goal is to educate those who want to acquire personal freedom from societies grip over our thoughts and beliefs. We pledge to distinguish our brand from all false Idols that prey on our inhibitions. All the Hello Kitties and Mickey Mouse band of thieves will be brought to the fore-front and executed and disbanded from the corporate thrown where executives hide from the millions of faces it cheats every day. The underground stands united, from the slums and the drains of filth we will rise and take a seat by the side of the Walt Disney’s of the world, and we will rule with an Iron fist in one hand and an open palm in the other to give back to those who truly need it. Corporate America has drained the life out of the purity of art and profit. We can’t afford to become men and woman of business and integrity without being taxed on our dreams before we get a chance to develop them. I say no more…
Truth Behind Angels
Some may call them the guardians of all men perched on the most high. The concept of an ANGEL comes from the Greek word Aggelo from the Hebrew ago meaning "one going forth" or "one leading.” Messengers of GODS will. From the beginning of recorded history ground duelers looked towards the heavens in moments of despair, Sailors guided by the stars. Ancient civilizations in tuned with galaxies without the means or tools of peering past the clouds to see what lays in the great beyond in the endless sky. Accounts in the Bible depict of fiery chariots descending from above;
(Two Kings 2:11) The Bible says a fiery chariot separated Elijah from Elisha, his disciple, while a strong storm-wind snatched Elijah away.
(Psa. 68:17)The book of Psalms mentions chariots of fire in a poetic declaration of God's overwhelming power: "The chariots of God are tens of thousands of times over. The Lord is with them, as at Sinai in holiness."
(Two Kings 6:17) “Elisha calmly prayed for the servant's spiritual eyes to be opened. When they were, he saw the mountain on which the city was built covered with chariots of fire.”
Brown Paper Bag City
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| (Photo by JGraphics) |
It’s a brown paper bag city! This is our tribute to the hustle. Year and date are hard to remember, my mind eye blurry. All I hear is “Yo Shawty, they got that good ready” next stop bodega. The store clerk hands me a brown paper bag, what’s inside aint none of my business. All I know is the content need to get back to where I’m headed and they need to get there fast. I’m too young to go to jail, and I look like an innocent altar boy in these Sunday church cloths. Deception is the devils trait. Holding the brown bag with sweaty palms I cross the street on green light, Dominican cab driver almost takes my leg off and calls me “mama yemaso”, what that means, I don’t know” but it can’t be good. I set foot on 184th street. Now I’m making my way to second 6 story building, the one with the rusted fire-escape that looks like it hasn’t been used since the Blacks and Ricans took over the Bronx from the Jews and Italians. Ring the buzzer; wait for the door to click open, no answer though. Every second feels like an hour. Looking both ways but trying not to look suspicious. This block is on watch mode.
Finally I hear a voice out of the speaker box, “Who that”. “Tone sent me” I answered with a nervous pitch in my voice. “Come UP” the voice responded. I swing the door open with a knot forming in my stomach. I needed desperately to rid myself of this brown paper bag. I made my way to the second story, my legs sticking to my parasuco jeans. For some reason summers are getting hotter and hotter in the Bronx. I found myself standing in front of apartment 2b, my eyes focused on the Jesus sticker on the green door, right next to the words Fuck Life carved into the wood along the peep hole. I heard dogs barking from the apartments on either side. “What the hell is taking so long” I whispered.
Its three minutes later, and I hear locks being undone from behind the door. A tall Hispanic man opens the door a wine stained tank top and wearing And1 shorts, white tube socks and sandals. He rushes me inside the apartment and looks down the hall before he closes the door behind him. One, two, three locks on the hinges. In a state of confusion I ask the man where he wanted me to place the bag. He signals me to put it on the table. The table was located in a lil hall between the kitchen and the bathroom. He walks into the kitchen and proceeds to wash his hands. “I hope it was worth the wait, I’ve been here expecting you for half an hour”, Knowing I only took about 15 minutes from the corner store to this apartment I knew the man was being confrontational. I apologized for taking too long even though I knew I dint as he proceeded to walk towards the table. He sits down, still gazing at me with a stern face and a slight grin. The flies in the apartment swarmed around a fruit basket the man had placed in the center of his retro dining table. He reaches over from one end to the other end of the table and grabs the brown paper bag. Let’s see what your uncle has for me today. He rips open the brown bag and feasts his eyes on a fresh Italian sub from the store deli. “Now that’s a sandwich” the man claimed and then reached into his back pocket, took out a moist five dollar bill that was taped together at the left corner. “Tell your uncle Tone a lil less mayonnaise next time” the man uttered as he handed me the bill.
As I made my way out of the fly infested apartment and down the building steps, I saw my friend Will walking into his apartment with a brown bag in hand…but Will is a well known hustler, aint no sub in that brown bag. But then again, that’s the mystery behind the brown paper bag, we never know what its contents are till we look inside, and by then it might be too late.
Walking back to my uncle’s corner store where I was working the summer I thought to myself, this is a brown paper bag city!
Finally I hear a voice out of the speaker box, “Who that”. “Tone sent me” I answered with a nervous pitch in my voice. “Come UP” the voice responded. I swing the door open with a knot forming in my stomach. I needed desperately to rid myself of this brown paper bag. I made my way to the second story, my legs sticking to my parasuco jeans. For some reason summers are getting hotter and hotter in the Bronx. I found myself standing in front of apartment 2b, my eyes focused on the Jesus sticker on the green door, right next to the words Fuck Life carved into the wood along the peep hole. I heard dogs barking from the apartments on either side. “What the hell is taking so long” I whispered.
Its three minutes later, and I hear locks being undone from behind the door. A tall Hispanic man opens the door a wine stained tank top and wearing And1 shorts, white tube socks and sandals. He rushes me inside the apartment and looks down the hall before he closes the door behind him. One, two, three locks on the hinges. In a state of confusion I ask the man where he wanted me to place the bag. He signals me to put it on the table. The table was located in a lil hall between the kitchen and the bathroom. He walks into the kitchen and proceeds to wash his hands. “I hope it was worth the wait, I’ve been here expecting you for half an hour”, Knowing I only took about 15 minutes from the corner store to this apartment I knew the man was being confrontational. I apologized for taking too long even though I knew I dint as he proceeded to walk towards the table. He sits down, still gazing at me with a stern face and a slight grin. The flies in the apartment swarmed around a fruit basket the man had placed in the center of his retro dining table. He reaches over from one end to the other end of the table and grabs the brown paper bag. Let’s see what your uncle has for me today. He rips open the brown bag and feasts his eyes on a fresh Italian sub from the store deli. “Now that’s a sandwich” the man claimed and then reached into his back pocket, took out a moist five dollar bill that was taped together at the left corner. “Tell your uncle Tone a lil less mayonnaise next time” the man uttered as he handed me the bill.
As I made my way out of the fly infested apartment and down the building steps, I saw my friend Will walking into his apartment with a brown bag in hand…but Will is a well known hustler, aint no sub in that brown bag. But then again, that’s the mystery behind the brown paper bag, we never know what its contents are till we look inside, and by then it might be too late.
Walking back to my uncle’s corner store where I was working the summer I thought to myself, this is a brown paper bag city!
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