Sack Magazine

Next Saturday on August 7th the San Diego Organic Collective will be hosting a wild night of diverse music, creative art, free expression, and aesthetic inspiration. “Green” is an event focused around free expression, creative minds, positive vibrations, and the physical expression of dance.  The event has a solid lineup of music ranging from reggae to dubstep and natural decor, mind blowing art, live performances, and amazing energy, all in a space that promotes creativity, personal expression, and positive living.  There will also be a “Free Expression Stage” where there will be open mics, mixers with a wide variety of beats hooked up to the speakers in the outdoor patio and artist will be free to express their talents.

This event is perfect for anyone looking to rage hard on a saturday night but it is especially good for artists or anyone else looking for creative inspiration. Take a break from fist pumping for a weekend get down to some heavy reggae, tribal, dubstep beats!

Tickets are only $10 and well worth it.

For info visit www.sdgreenfest.com

Reno Skateboarding’s Shane Stephens goes for a quick session down at Mira Loma skatepark as the sun sets on Reno, NV.

At a time when Earth new peace,

Before Pisces walked the seas,

And oil still could breath,

Was a time we weren’t conceived,

And we hadn’t met the trees.

But as time learn to trapeze,

By a rock mother was seized,

But the smoke finally appeased,

And when the land began to unfreeze,

We were born into the trees.

Then we reached 90 degrees,

We finally left the trees,

Then came famine and disease,

And mother earth began to sneeze,

With the death of every bee,

She prays for her reprieve,

When the day that maybe we,

Will get off our fucking pedestal.

With Taurus Breath and Lion care, the naked girl peers out of wreath

Propitious Monk riding on steed, brings death and fuddled grief

Death loves to dance, on misconception drowning in the sea.

Caesar’s effigy, rides chariots, of the asphodel

With noble ground, and opulence, the queen reflects the well

Doves rest on top, to nurse the kittens, secured by dolphins past

Hercules, I knew I’d find, white horses love with solstice peace

For mother and nine music muses, her crescent moon and lily feet

Quarter ‘til, the nun reveals, moonlight reversal swans unwrapped

The monk now sleeps, pink bandit drinks, from overturned flagships

the ancient zodiac comes out to touch the nude girls seven planets

midnight scale of justice, iniquitous thirteen, its fair when she exists

Morning world, the only truth is that she’s cyclical, otherwise nonexistent

Said the Bug to the Firefly

Beauty and sex are sighs from plight and bind.

Love, yet I find, only exists within the mind.

I pray the day your armor falls behind,

And lips I miss to dote and kiss return to mine.

When sparkling eyes of my sweet firefly do see,

No matter how long her search, there will never be

Anyone who loves her more than me.