Thanks to: Mom, Dad, Izumi, Akira, Philip, Will, Aaron, Bayroo, Decap, Travis, Catherine, and Katelynd. San Francisco born and raised artist Knxout is a culmination of all of the things that make the Bay Area great. He's inspired by the culture and history surrounding him. These are compositions created during his time living in Oakland, CA across the Bay. Time is the only luxury we have here on earth. We cannot “make” time as if we are gods but we can harness its power by moving with it. Kali is the Goddess of Time, Change and destruction. She is depicted with four or ten arms, her body being black with red eyes and lolling tongue. She is often shown naked or just wearing a skirt made of human arms and a garland of human heads. Knxout creates and produces music, interactive music apps, and multimedia audio/video art abd has traveled to India to facilitate workshops and collaborate with local musicians as part of the State Department’s cultural diplomacy program. Knxout is the founder of the music startup, Beatshop Labs, where he collaborates with other artists, teachers, coders, and graphic and sound designers to build music apps for teaching and creating music. "...of wandering forever and the earth again... of seed-time, bloom, and the mellow-dropping harvest. And of the big flowers, the rich flowers, the strange unknown flowers. Where shall the weary rest? When shall the lonely of heart come home? What doors are open for the wanderer? And which of us shall find his father, know his face and in what place, and in what time, and in what land? Where? Where the weary of heart can abide forever, where the weary of wandering can find peace, where the tumult, the fever and the fret shall be forever stilled. Who owns earth? Did we want the earth that we should wander on it? Did we need the earth that we were never still upon it? Whoever needs the earth shall have the earth; he shall be still upon it, he shall rest within a little place, he shall dwell in one small room forever. Did he feel the need of a thousand tongues that he sought thus through the moil and horror of a thousand furious streets? He shall need a tongue no longer, he shall need no tongue for silence and the earth; he shall speak no word through the rooted lips, the snakes cold eye will peer for him through sockets of the brain there will be no cry out of the heart where wells the vine. The tarantula is crawling through the rotted oak and the adder lisps against the breast, cups fall; but the earth will endure forever. The flowers of love is living in the wilderness, and the elmroot threads the bones of buried lovers. The dead tongue withers and the dead heart rots, blind mouths crawl tunnels through the buried flesh, but the earth will endure forever; hair grows like April on the buried breast and from the sockets of the brain the death flowers grow and will not perish. O flower of love whose strong lips drink us downward into death, in all things far and fleeting, enchantress of our twenty thousand days, the brain will madden and the heart will be twisted, broken by her kiss, but glory, glory, glory she remains; Immortal love, alone and aching in the wilderness, we cried to you; You were not absent from our loneliness."