...SCOOOTA!!
Midnight summer eve scoota!!!
Lowrider scoota!!
Scoota with half black and half spanish cats with two much soul!!
SCOOTA!!
Motorola Razor Scoota!!
Scoota with some blood mixed in!!
Wait for the video...
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Mad kids throw around..
...the term "ghetto" like they've actually lived it rough.
What the fuck do these "hard-ass gangstas" know about taking out your neighbor's entire extended family at the age of 12 to make sure your extended family has enough to eat that day?
Shit...
I bet these gangsters even have paved roads and running water.
If you want to see "ghetto" take a trip to the favelas of south and central america.
You wouldn't last twelve minutes, guerro.
What the fuck do these "hard-ass gangstas" know about taking out your neighbor's entire extended family at the age of 12 to make sure your extended family has enough to eat that day?
Shit...
I bet these gangsters even have paved roads and running water.
If you want to see "ghetto" take a trip to the favelas of south and central america.
You wouldn't last twelve minutes, guerro.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
It's gettin near dawn...
...but night grows a tired eye.
Man, today I woke up exhausted. I hope it's just the usual depression and not something serious. Shitty weather, to be sure. The high was low 60's all day. This stands as an unexpected 180 from last weeks mild and rather pleasant temperatures. I did exactly jack and shit all day. I should have danced. I actually rocked my socks last night with two hours of hard practice, two hours of lifting and aerobic stuff then some routine drilling to make sure we're solid gold come RSC anniversary this summer. I actually think I'm going to depart from the mindless self absorbed shit I usually write and comment on the fucked up world around me in this entry so here goes;
....
wait five seconds
....
So, I failed to come up with anything good.
Kidding, read on.
I've noticed a dramatic shift in the general state of the status quo amongst our generation. I've spotted a dramatic increase in females dressing "retro vintage 50's", cats who were two months ago into flash colors and the shitty "Early 90's" thing now rocking in4mation and Fiberops pretending they've been up on it for years. This disheartens me. I know chicks who really are "Rockabilly" on the daily and cats who really have been rocking the previously mentioned shit for fucking years. It's a shame they're dicks are getting stepped on by heads who have no idea what they're trying to represent. I'd usually sum up my evil churning articles-0-hate with angry ranting and furious anger but I really am too tired to care right now. My opinion stands; I have no faith and truly fear for the future of our youth. They've been brainwashed by the marketing gurus of they're parent's generation into being mindless consumers without conscious or morals in what they buy. I really really wish schools would do a better job of getting authors and theorists like Stuart Hall to children at a younger age.
If anyone questions my cynical portrayal of today's youth I have but only offer the mindless fucking consumer zombies infesting sites like ISS and hypebeast as evidence to my designs. Evidence to the dumbing down of society is abound but I ask you, informed or drunken reader, to please take my advice and make a difference any way you can. The money of this world is against you. The marketing firms have billions of loose money floating about to combat any endeavors being made to correct the problem but time and the freedom of speech is on ours.
That concludes means' PSA for the day.
What it doesn't conclude is the rest of my babble.
My friends are great. I'm not knocking them in anyway shape or form. What I wish I had, though, was a friend who I could call my "best friend". I know, it's fucking retarded to think that at 24 the term "best friend" would still be in my vocabulary let alone coming out in a blog entry but it's true. I really wish I had someone who I could relate to---that wasn't either fucking married to a girlfriend who is no good to them or fucking stuck with a girlfriend who IS good for them---and was about my same age group. You know, like, someone who you "came up" with through life. I've had ridiculous amounts of fine women come and go through my bed, I'm not looking for another pretty face to spend time with. Bitches aren't a fucking problem for a cat like me. Call it conceded if you want but if you know me then you know I'm right. What I'm really missing is just a cat who I'm cool with. JR's my dude, no joke, that cat is a cool motherfucker no doubt but he's shacked up with a lady. Tony's also a down ass cat but that dude is fucking locked up with a chick too. Tru's a dope kid but he's exactly that; a dope kid. He's hella ill and a fresh dude but he's fucking 17 and I'm fucking 24. We're cool and I got his back no question if he reads this. I've kind of came to the conclusion that finding trust-worthy friends in this town is a fucking joke. I think the only cats out here that get me are Tru, Tony, JR, Soulrayne and Tom. Tom's a dope motherfucker too but that dude is leaving in four to five months so that sucks. Good luck, though. Miami will be a crazy fucking city, b.
Whatever. I think I just missing having a down-ass crew like I did last year. RSK used to roll deep filled to the gills with cats sporting colors and getting each other's backs in cyphers and shit. Now we're short most of our leadership. It's kind of depressing.
On a lighter side of things; my sister is intown for three days. I'm kind of excited to be a big brother here in my town. yes, it's MY TOWN. Get fucking used to it.
Hahaha.
Fish Sticks.
Man, today I woke up exhausted. I hope it's just the usual depression and not something serious. Shitty weather, to be sure. The high was low 60's all day. This stands as an unexpected 180 from last weeks mild and rather pleasant temperatures. I did exactly jack and shit all day. I should have danced. I actually rocked my socks last night with two hours of hard practice, two hours of lifting and aerobic stuff then some routine drilling to make sure we're solid gold come RSC anniversary this summer. I actually think I'm going to depart from the mindless self absorbed shit I usually write and comment on the fucked up world around me in this entry so here goes;
....
wait five seconds
....
So, I failed to come up with anything good.
Kidding, read on.
I've noticed a dramatic shift in the general state of the status quo amongst our generation. I've spotted a dramatic increase in females dressing "retro vintage 50's", cats who were two months ago into flash colors and the shitty "Early 90's" thing now rocking in4mation and Fiberops pretending they've been up on it for years. This disheartens me. I know chicks who really are "Rockabilly" on the daily and cats who really have been rocking the previously mentioned shit for fucking years. It's a shame they're dicks are getting stepped on by heads who have no idea what they're trying to represent. I'd usually sum up my evil churning articles-0-hate with angry ranting and furious anger but I really am too tired to care right now. My opinion stands; I have no faith and truly fear for the future of our youth. They've been brainwashed by the marketing gurus of they're parent's generation into being mindless consumers without conscious or morals in what they buy. I really really wish schools would do a better job of getting authors and theorists like Stuart Hall to children at a younger age.
If anyone questions my cynical portrayal of today's youth I have but only offer the mindless fucking consumer zombies infesting sites like ISS and hypebeast as evidence to my designs. Evidence to the dumbing down of society is abound but I ask you, informed or drunken reader, to please take my advice and make a difference any way you can. The money of this world is against you. The marketing firms have billions of loose money floating about to combat any endeavors being made to correct the problem but time and the freedom of speech is on ours.
That concludes means' PSA for the day.
What it doesn't conclude is the rest of my babble.
My friends are great. I'm not knocking them in anyway shape or form. What I wish I had, though, was a friend who I could call my "best friend". I know, it's fucking retarded to think that at 24 the term "best friend" would still be in my vocabulary let alone coming out in a blog entry but it's true. I really wish I had someone who I could relate to---that wasn't either fucking married to a girlfriend who is no good to them or fucking stuck with a girlfriend who IS good for them---and was about my same age group. You know, like, someone who you "came up" with through life. I've had ridiculous amounts of fine women come and go through my bed, I'm not looking for another pretty face to spend time with. Bitches aren't a fucking problem for a cat like me. Call it conceded if you want but if you know me then you know I'm right. What I'm really missing is just a cat who I'm cool with. JR's my dude, no joke, that cat is a cool motherfucker no doubt but he's shacked up with a lady. Tony's also a down ass cat but that dude is fucking locked up with a chick too. Tru's a dope kid but he's exactly that; a dope kid. He's hella ill and a fresh dude but he's fucking 17 and I'm fucking 24. We're cool and I got his back no question if he reads this. I've kind of came to the conclusion that finding trust-worthy friends in this town is a fucking joke. I think the only cats out here that get me are Tru, Tony, JR, Soulrayne and Tom. Tom's a dope motherfucker too but that dude is leaving in four to five months so that sucks. Good luck, though. Miami will be a crazy fucking city, b.
Whatever. I think I just missing having a down-ass crew like I did last year. RSK used to roll deep filled to the gills with cats sporting colors and getting each other's backs in cyphers and shit. Now we're short most of our leadership. It's kind of depressing.
On a lighter side of things; my sister is intown for three days. I'm kind of excited to be a big brother here in my town. yes, it's MY TOWN. Get fucking used to it.
Hahaha.
Fish Sticks.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
On the mean streets...
...of San Jose, Costa Rica.
This motherfucker would be running shit.
Be very very scared.
This motherfucker would be running shit.
Be very very scared.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
On a motherfucking pinball machine...
...with kids bringing up the rear.
It's a damn shame.
Yo, anyone actually played the amazing fortune tell that is Michael Jackson's Moonwalker on gangsta-ass Sega? The motherfucker not only blatantly grabs his manbag for no reason in the game but the object in each level is to...check this....rescue little fucking blond kids from closets and shit.
I'm not making a goddamn thing up.
Michael Jackson RESCUES motherfucking prepubescents males from closets and shit.
You KNOW there's one motherfucker alive today who's been saying shit like "See, motherfucka, I told you that white dude was gay."
Sega never went out of style.
Michael Jackson's Moonwalker for game of the year.
Pedophilia included and all.
We were hella fucked up in the 80's.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Ow.
..My shit hurts. Worked out. The morning after sucks. It's like waking up with all Gonorrhea over your body.
Not that I know what having Gonorrhea feels like.
That completely backfired.
On a lighter note; the park is a go.
Hills park. Apr 6th.
Bring your mother, your cousin and your sister too.
Free jam for all you monkeys.
...and their jungle gym is retarded fresh.
Not that I know what having Gonorrhea feels like.
That completely backfired.
On a lighter note; the park is a go.
Hills park. Apr 6th.
Bring your mother, your cousin and your sister too.
Free jam for all you monkeys.
...and their jungle gym is retarded fresh.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
E is Good
...erwin, that is. he's a nice guy. Not like "a nice guy" nice guy. He's no bitch.
T is Terrible...
....at being whack. TruRock for prom court and student body treasurer.
....at bitching up. Tony Toprock is one gangsta motherfucker. Y'all don't know.
F is fucking hilarious...
....and worth studying. Floorock, you're dope. Way to be.
This entry sucks but I bet you read the whole thing anyways.
Right in the gooch!!!!!
T is Terrible...
....at being whack. TruRock for prom court and student body treasurer.
....at bitching up. Tony Toprock is one gangsta motherfucker. Y'all don't know.
F is fucking hilarious...
....and worth studying. Floorock, you're dope. Way to be.
This entry sucks but I bet you read the whole thing anyways.
Right in the gooch!!!!!
For all you cats jocking my kicks...
...thanks.
For all you cats hounding on where I get em...
....hahahahah!
FC, son.
FC.
For all you cats hounding on where I get em...
....hahahahah!
FC, son.
FC.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Today is...
...the begining of training season.
Whatchu' fat asses know about three hour practices followed up with two miles of sprints?
You seriously ain't ready for this summer unless you're on that shit plus more. Fuck, son, that's just the first month. Wait till you see shit mid-summer...
Man, I hate homework, though.
Whatchu' fat asses know about three hour practices followed up with two miles of sprints?
You seriously ain't ready for this summer unless you're on that shit plus more. Fuck, son, that's just the first month. Wait till you see shit mid-summer...
Man, I hate homework, though.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
...that was...
..an eventful trip to Arizona.
I made sure my sister Vic wasn't dead. She's an amazing little girl. She's freakishly tall for her age, though. Fucking five foot and ten years old. Chick has got monkey limbs for days. The downside, as discussed with my brother Mike(don't ask), is that she's classicly gorgeous. This poses a problem for her older brothers, IE Mike and myself. I need a bigger gun and a few more bags of lime. Pops isn't around to fullfil this obligation so the job falls to him and I. We're a family of evil motherfuckers so I dare a motherfucker to act up around her.
I fucking dare you, son.
She isn't dead, as stated above, which I thank the saints for. I love Vicky. She's dope. Chinese, ten years old, and smarter than her two brothers put together. The bitch is gangsta.
I own a classic car now. A '65 Sunbeam Tiger. British made two seater convertible with a small block ford v8 putting 270hp to the wheels. Your late model ain't got shit on that, richboy. I'll get more ass than a toilet seat AND smoke your '92 low-horse jap-crap while looking fly. You ain't up on this.
Saw pops. He's still dead. The grave was peaceful, though.
Got in a fight in a shit bar in a shit part of Phoenix.
Found out I like AZ bitches over Vegas hoes.
Your sister would still get it, though.
Saw a classic car auction.
Ate sponge cake.
Tried shrimp.
It sucks.
Son.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
You's a Toy
...baseball card. A tonka. A doll. A matchbox car. A toy.
You kids on Sole Collector are toys. Straight up. You cats get played with then spit out. You just a statistic. A mindless commercial being ignorantly supporting the rape of your own people.
Bitch, you a toy.
I explained it as a favor.
Feel special.
You kids on Sole Collector are toys. Straight up. You cats get played with then spit out. You just a statistic. A mindless commercial being ignorantly supporting the rape of your own people.
Bitch, you a toy.
I explained it as a favor.
Feel special.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I'm the king of no pants!!!
woooo!!!
Arizona to see pop's little plot of grass and to see Vicky( little chinese sister with curly hair. Don't know either)!!!!!!
Weds I leave you. Yes, I'm gone for a minute. No more evil. No more churning evil.
Feel blessed.
I still hate you.
That hasn't changed, hippy.
Penny-Arcade is 10 1/2 ninjas and maybe a samurai.
Samurai means "to serve".
The Last Samurai must mean the last motherfucker to serve.
That cat must have been a bboy.
He served fools.
Arizona to see pop's little plot of grass and to see Vicky( little chinese sister with curly hair. Don't know either)!!!!!!
Weds I leave you. Yes, I'm gone for a minute. No more evil. No more churning evil.
Feel blessed.
I still hate you.
That hasn't changed, hippy.
Penny-Arcade is 10 1/2 ninjas and maybe a samurai.
Samurai means "to serve".
The Last Samurai must mean the last motherfucker to serve.
That cat must have been a bboy.
He served fools.
When will it end?
..I did a bad thing.
Not a very bad thing.
But a bad thing.
puma trip.
Jesus and Discover hate me.
Baskets (wht/high/rise/pale gold sz 9 lo)
Baskets (blk/wht/pale gold sz 9 lo)
Suedes (red/wht sz 9 lo)----> $29!!
Disc Blaze (blk/luminous green sz 9)-----> $49!!
your mom (milf/busty/ready for the dick sz 47 hi)------$0!!!!
nooch
Not a very bad thing.
But a bad thing.
puma trip.
Jesus and Discover hate me.
Baskets (wht/high/rise/pale gold sz 9 lo)
Baskets (blk/wht/pale gold sz 9 lo)
Suedes (red/wht sz 9 lo)----> $29!!
Disc Blaze (blk/luminous green sz 9)-----> $49!!
your mom (milf/busty/ready for the dick sz 47 hi)------$0!!!!
nooch
Monday, March 12, 2007
The Mighty Reunion
The Captain from General Issue hosted some friends from Dago this weekend. It was good seeing ffej again.
Fuck.
Shit. Piss. Cunt. Bastard. Twat.
mindless cussing is sometimes fun.
I feel kind of dead. I think I've been feeling this way since late senior year of high school. Maybe early freshman year of college. Either way it sucks. You're most likely asking the screen something like; "where the fuck is means and what did this fag do with him?" I really don't blame you. Sometimes I even step back and I'm like; "I'm fucking loosing the edge and shit". Like, yesterday I stopped thinking for a minute about all the evil churning inside my head and just appreciated the sunset on my way home. I know, that's usually no biggie for most people but that's hella not like me. That was me seven years ago; free with the world ahead of me like an unwritten book waiting for me to find an ending.
That shit isn't me in the slightest now-a-days. But, it did happen. I think I left that peice of me somewhere between Connecticut and San Diego when I moved. I think I'm always running around trying to find it..that little part that lets you admire and appreciate. I felt it creeping back in tonight at MGM. I stopped caring for five minutes and just sipped my cranberry juice in peace as the world rioted around me. I wasn't feeling a need to be social nor a need to be a "cool bboy guy who sees this shit every day". I just kind of was doing my cranberry juice drinking thing. You know, being content and shit. I looked at a painting today and I always lost it. It reminded me of what I'm not. The really fucking crazy thing is that the things that bring the most reaction are the pictures from High school and college. I just seemed more together. I think it's guilt for what happened with Jenn B, Sarah K, Ali H, Michelle T and Kristy E. I got a lot left that I can't get rid of. I'm thinking of bartering with God for that piece of my I'm missing for all that guilt. Maybe he can do something productive with it.
Done with that diatribe. Wiggidy wiggidy.
mindless cussing is sometimes fun.
I feel kind of dead. I think I've been feeling this way since late senior year of high school. Maybe early freshman year of college. Either way it sucks. You're most likely asking the screen something like; "where the fuck is means and what did this fag do with him?" I really don't blame you. Sometimes I even step back and I'm like; "I'm fucking loosing the edge and shit". Like, yesterday I stopped thinking for a minute about all the evil churning inside my head and just appreciated the sunset on my way home. I know, that's usually no biggie for most people but that's hella not like me. That was me seven years ago; free with the world ahead of me like an unwritten book waiting for me to find an ending.
That shit isn't me in the slightest now-a-days. But, it did happen. I think I left that peice of me somewhere between Connecticut and San Diego when I moved. I think I'm always running around trying to find it..that little part that lets you admire and appreciate. I felt it creeping back in tonight at MGM. I stopped caring for five minutes and just sipped my cranberry juice in peace as the world rioted around me. I wasn't feeling a need to be social nor a need to be a "cool bboy guy who sees this shit every day". I just kind of was doing my cranberry juice drinking thing. You know, being content and shit. I looked at a painting today and I always lost it. It reminded me of what I'm not. The really fucking crazy thing is that the things that bring the most reaction are the pictures from High school and college. I just seemed more together. I think it's guilt for what happened with Jenn B, Sarah K, Ali H, Michelle T and Kristy E. I got a lot left that I can't get rid of. I'm thinking of bartering with God for that piece of my I'm missing for all that guilt. Maybe he can do something productive with it.
Done with that diatribe. Wiggidy wiggidy.
It's hella gay...
...but Justin Timberlake's songwriter does fine work. Whoever it is can seriously write lyrics touching on loss. Yeah, I know....hella gay, son.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Hrm...
...Diego for the summer maybe but I already copped my ticket to NY for the anniversary. A dilemma to be sure. Miss the homie, though. It was dope seeing ffej and shit. Wanna buy shoes. I think I'm gunna.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Very soon..
...jack will meet coke. I will be past lent and Jesus will once again forget my name!
Working out hard. Wanna fight. Might follow Tony's lead.
Working out hard. Wanna fight. Might follow Tony's lead.
Friday, March 9, 2007
Reprise Reprisal
MOTHERFUCKER GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!
Cat thought he'd get cute with Double T at V Bar and caught five in the face. Just goes to show you my boys really aren't bitch-made like most cunts out here who pretend they're hard.
Word of warning to the wise; you WILL get the fuck knocked out of you if you deserve it.
Cat thought he'd get cute with Double T at V Bar and caught five in the face. Just goes to show you my boys really aren't bitch-made like most cunts out here who pretend they're hard.
Word of warning to the wise; you WILL get the fuck knocked out of you if you deserve it.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
It's damn beautiful outside.
..too bad most of the women aren't.
Might paint. Might shoot the Taurus. Might practice. Might Gun down an entire old folks home.
With me, you never know.
Side Note: yeah, the women out here are too much and too over-the-top. Yo, Bebe ain't fresh. Sinful Things, on the other hand, IS. You chicks in Vegas are whack.
Thought of The Day: This is called Robbery.
Might paint. Might shoot the Taurus. Might practice. Might Gun down an entire old folks home.
With me, you never know.
Side Note: yeah, the women out here are too much and too over-the-top. Yo, Bebe ain't fresh. Sinful Things, on the other hand, IS. You chicks in Vegas are whack.
Thought of The Day: This is called Robbery.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Free Money.
..but not for you. I'm winning a g for writing 650 words. They're just giving it away, son. No excuse to come up short on college tuition if you're not lazy. Yeah, it's a contest but I'm winning that bitch, dead ass.
Side note: loud ass motherfuckers jabbering away in Tagalog need to shut the fuck up when in the computer lab. Get with the modern day. Learn Spanish.
Yeah, I'm a dick.
Side note: loud ass motherfuckers jabbering away in Tagalog need to shut the fuck up when in the computer lab. Get with the modern day. Learn Spanish.
Yeah, I'm a dick.
Shit yeahs.
Got an interview with Ruk to discuss PGS internship. You're seriously not pros now, son. You ain't rocking shit like that.
Side Note: Stick to footlocker toy, I browse distribution warehouses filled with out-of-print shit.
Side Note: Stick to footlocker toy, I browse distribution warehouses filled with out-of-print shit.
Classic. Thanks for letting me remember, Ervin
Too bad Kanye thinks he's classic, though. Just like most toy ass hip-pop fans in Vegas; faking a lifestyle they're too timid to live. Fuck your clique. If you got beef theres a city full of walls to post complaints.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Yo..
...anybody with me on the idea that a chick does nothing but drag your productivity level down to 0? Man, I can barely get myself together enough to accomplish all the shit on my plate. I couldn't handle having a chick constantly on the jock and needing shit. I'd get nothing done. Bitches cum and bitches go. For the time being, it'll stay in that order.
I miss my dad.
I woke up sweating on the verge of crying. I dreamt of my dad on assisted breathing with surgery scars crossing his face, jaw and neck, each a testament to an invasive procedure that only stalled the inevitable. He would eventually die to throat and tongue cancer surrounded by the ensnarements of life spent looking over his shoulder. I can still remember his face. I choke every time I think about it. He died in the mid-summer heat as if testifying to those left behind of the flame that would die out with his passing. A piece of everyone present that day died with him. An offering to whatever awaited him to forgive him of his sins and see him finally at rest. I wish there was a thousand words I could say to make him come back. Unfortunately all I have are these few which he'll never read.
Pura Vida, Padre.
Pura Vida, Padre.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Garbage Pail Pants
I saw a guy on the corner of Charleston and Rainbow that had to be fucking 80 but was rocking a Lowrider jacket. That motherfucker was gangsta. Bonez Malone is the shit. Met that dude. Fucking hilarious.I needa get some super fat laces in colors to match the new shit. I'm all for "not matching" but, come on, the laces and the kicks have got to coordinate. That's like rice with no beans-you Latinos get me. Asian cats should just substitute fish or pork or whatever-it's just not supposed to be happenin. Oh, yeah, I got my shit published for Privateer Press. I am ten ninjas with garbage pail pants. Your life is not pro.
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