Skaterers

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The Importance of Eating Meat

I heard a good quote the other day, this dude Jeremiah said, "It's like when you're thirsty, it's not that you necessarily want water, so much as I need it."

sometimes i just like to work a girl like a piece of meat;
not for the enjoyment of sensation, mostly just because...
abitrarily tenderizing a piece of meat seems fun to me. it
takes so long to sauce the meat because the heat is so low
so i just have to stand there pounding it, pounding, pounding
and the meat loves it. it rolls back and forth, folding in
and over, out and under. it seems sort-a necessary i guess
cause whether you eat it often or not youre still gunna need
a piece to keep your witts about you. god damn, even females
need them a piece of meat too. they need it more than me and
you. shoot, you know what ed happen figuren men turned vegan
and women the like. well we'de all be tickling our siblings
and liven on this planet for about anout fifty years. and then
when the last how ever many people are left, they are going to
be too old to take care of themselves and they gone have it da
worst. i tell you what, better start learnin how to work that
grill more often, talk about tellin somethin. come to find out
two to ten to maybe long as twenty years from now, your ass lucky
enough, da chinese gunna be all up your ass with ten billion sons
a meat, and yall are gunna be beggin your children for new ideas.
meanwhile wont even be damn near the slightest bit of a set to
even wage a decent bet. yall be done, and i dont care to know much else...

so go give whoever that sweet love, long as you know true in yer heart
that you aint selfish enough to not think about the future. give all of
da women you like to kiss your heart. let um all charge child support
charges on you. you gunna be the man. you gunna cook a ton a meat, you
gunna make a ton a feet runnin round here, and you gunnna stop dem chinks!

Matt

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POUND IT OUT!

Hustlenomics.

Selling bootlegged DVD's, CD's, weed, shoes, phones, fake clothes, used skateboards, glass pipes, homemade bee-line, hair style service... 1st questions first, "How are you going to pay me, or help me better myself in anyway for that matter?" Cause isn't that wahat pay is anyway. The chance to better yourself in some sort of way. Hustling; trying to some extent to get some sort of leaniance in your direction, as per ease in quality of living, and preserving that. AKA, working. South Florida has made it a big deal, as I'm sure other regions have felt influenced. This economy sucks, or so they say. I'm not too sure what an economy is anyway. Still working the same job for basically the same pay, at least in food industry, and other menial, yet dependant purpose for the economic industry. Sure pay varies between positions of peoples in suits, but for the majority of us, in South Florida at least, shit sucks. Pretty much AIN'T NO WAY to have any sort of position in anything that is self beneficial and productive, UNLESS you already have a FAT wallet, or knew someone with a FAT WALLET enough to send you to school. And go to school for what? For hopes of having a fat wallet to help perpetuate this yummy fatning lard that is America. But it's all good, and we're already past that hate. Fuck that waste of time trying to change shit way past fucked. We're here to abuse the system as best we can. Government funding for education, medical purpose, eating abilities, maybe even housing. Fuck all this and that, hustling is one of the only few way to change your position in THIS society, and hopefully, we always will be... how about you?

this is hustling at its fullest.

What you staring at us for?

So it's like this. And it usually seems to happen on campus, but sometimes at some places like Publix as well (not that there's anything wrong with Publix, cause Publix is hard as fuck), but for some strange reason, whenever people or a person of some seemingly distant hometown sees us, they look at us together as if we're miss-paired. Like, for a fine white male of my caliber, who likes to skateboard and wear str8 legged jeans, that means i should have no business walking with a tall, braod, african american man, who is swaggered out from gold chain, to SB Dunks. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT?! Seriously, why the stares? Why the eyes that look like they belong in a mall, grilling some girl with a man some chick thinks is fine. It's all bullshit to me, and the fact of that matter is, that, without dealing with any ego-bullshit, or ideals of what is acceptable, it is in fact possible to meet a person outside of your socio-cultural norm that does in fact give postive feedback to your feelings and interests, and can even agree sometimes, as well as give advice. Because, essentially, Jay and I are exactly the same, cept for the fact that he wears a chain, and I wear keys on a shoe-lace. But shit, we both got SB's.

Jay


Matt

Real Friends or Real Phony

The question for the day, how can a person recognize if their friends are real friends at all? To me, a friend is a person that is there for you when you are in need help. It is like a partnership that should last for many years. One incident, that happen to me many months ago, opened my eyes and helped me to see who my real friends are. I accidently broke my akle and was on crutches for several months. The so called friends I was loyal too, were not there for me. I guess, I was not in good use for them and I did not get the same attention as before. These was the same guys I would come get four in the morning to take them home, because they do not a vehicle. Knowing I have a early class in the morning. My friends from school were the ones taking care of me and drove me around for a week. This just goes to show you, that you will never know who your real friends are, until you are down and out. It was a real live lesson that I had to experience to recognize my true, real friends. What makes you consider your friends, real friend and how would you know if they are REAL.

Jay

Why we're here.

It’s relating a message as “Too Real”, or “The Realest”, but in Tallahassee, Florida, it almost seems a necessity. A lot of folks, men, women, child, elder, seem to have little realization of self awareness; at least in these societies. And seem to be devoted to something much higher that they seem to know little or nothing about. Those of us that exploit the system for its ‘real-world’ resources; those of us who use the power given to us to do good, and hopeful thought fortune, while the majority seems to be falling into a category almost seemingly unrecognized because it melds with the system so soundly. This blog, this page, this bit of textual and/or visual information is meant to represent a personal counteract to popular culture.
Matt


Jay