Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
so, i don't know how many y'all been on this shit, or not, since the posts are so fuggin sporadic. but. not being a douche or an arsehole much but there are situations that can't be categorized in a blarggh entry or anything as fucking cliche as that. regardless, though, i can't talk on certain expectations or things of that matter, because if i saw you out in the street and i was like "ohh, you remember ol' girl from ______? i heard she got all fucked up now and is barely out there" and of course since you don't know that said person you're thinking "nah, i don't remember that person cuzzie" it'd be like oh, you need to take a walk in my shoes to fully get the point or not. whatever, though its almost like not an instance of being there in the moment that i'm in...but more or less, a feeling that you gain from going through thangs. i fear for the future though, because my path is uncertain. if @ any point you are scratching your head wondering wtf i'm rambling about...well, either you missed the point entirely or don't/can't/won't/refuse to discern what exactly i happen to be on.
"Locc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-k
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the way"
if you don't get it, you never will.
Posted by cutty ian at 12:32 AM
Monday, August 3, 2009
1st pier 7 and now these are gone...goddamn it all. all i have know is fragmented memories of trying to use the smooth part of the qp so's i could wallride, (featured in the 2nd photo) then going in to fakes...arrgh. now i'll never know if i coulda got it or not. sucks for me, but good for the hobo camps, people turning on the roundabout, "business owners" that i have never really seen out thurr, all the elements that makes a spot a spot ya dig?