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Re: Don't Call it Frisco

word. the camera i am usign is a busted up canon gl2 i got in 2003. the microphones cracked, the 2 front plastic and glass pieces that protect the actual lens have been busted out, and it just looks like hell. but it still works...

a clip i put together... http://www.skatenc.com/abc/vids/thinkaboutsf2.mov

this cats got an illt hrowie! see that ish all over! feeling the train with the trees. proper!

greetings from afar...

a work in progress...

Re: Don't Call it Frisco san francisco... i've seen paeday, silencer, trees, chan, f.50, so many cats up. the drive across the bay bridge is like a real life "where's waldo", but instead its "where is the piece? wheres the color" this city is full of scenic sights and some amazing works of street morphing. keep that shit up all the dedicated cats. coming here gives a lot of outsiders to the city a new perspective of life, creativity, and adventure. of course the beef will always be around, yet that shit can stress a person out until they lose it, hence the path of trying to avoid it. anyways, to all the writers, enjoy.

i stood outside the graffiti store and 2 little mexican kids were eyeing me. they approached me with a $10 bill in their hand. they were probably 10 or 11 years old, lurking on these busy streets where the homeless hustle incense, the natty dreaded flow the herb, and shoes are consumed like crack. the 2 kids asked me for a favor, "hey man, can you buy us a marker?" a marker? i felt their pain. not being able to buy something because of your age. its like all those times you hung out with that pretty girl because you knew she was the queen of the game "hey mister" on those friday nights and the two of you just wanted to score some drinks to enjoy the night a little bit more. i took their money and knew they wanted one of them fancy silver krinker markers. it was purchased and given bakc to the kids. their eyes lit up and their faces turned into an evil smile. "have fun" and off they were to wreak havoc amongst the uptight and deep down you knew they were on the path to adventure, chaos, and exploration...

i always wondered why that place in greensboro just didn't let people get buckwild on the outside walls. good to see the change. ill look forward to wandering around the outside of it now.

while some worry about an extra drip fucking up their piece, neckface is out not giving a fuck about making beauty. destruction, comedy, terror, gore, fear, death, blood, rabies. neckface is ugly, and some punk ass actually got mad at me back in the day for saying: neckface is ugly i don't think he realized neckface writes: neckface is ugly