The Blogs Is Hot AKA I Got Nothing
Thursday, 24. April 2008, 19:10:53
BikeSnobNYC is KILLINIT, as usual, with total kaos no mass confusion etc strate riffin on pie plate spoke protectors... Second reference to the word "henge" in as many weeks, for me. Snob reads The New Yorker.
Satchel of Gravel continues with the bomb discussion of Transformers (the facial hair shit ALWAYS flummoxed me too--how the F a robutt gonna have a beardo?), taking a likkle break from regularly SMASHING sneakerheadizm to bits...
AND:
The Koop De Gracie:
Fuckin Unbelieveable:
The Hottest Shit On The Net:
Lookitdat shit and tell me where the sick line is gonna be. It's gonna be down the right side, amirite?
Well...
YOU GOTSTA BE KIDDING ON ME BLUD
DOOD.
WTF.
DREX BRINGS HEAT? NO WAY!
BY WAY OF SOME OTHER DUDE'S PIC, OF COURSE... OF SOME OTHER OTHER DUDE JUMPING... BUT STILL! Lookit that!
This dude's the best, mane, HE DID THAT aka that just happened aka blud you srsly on some shit.
I had this pic as my Number One Pic of Alpental 08, from the instant I sawr it a few months ago:
Now THAT's a fucking sick ass pic! You got familiarity with the location, because you're like whoa blud that's looking down on the highway, and you see the offramp so you're like double whoa I've never been there I wonder what that's all about...and then, right when you've let it all sink in, and you're ready to turn the page, you fucking see dude in there just RAILING a bottom turn and you're like OH SHIT. FUCK YES. SICK. The pic was snappt by the dude Aly of the dude String. They're always on some shit...but this pic, this pic was on some giant shit. Epic bakkle shit. Because, well, just look at it! Supertaut. You got the evil road of destruction down there, the great conveyor of pollution and inevitable doom, cutting through the beauty of Nature, and shit. The incessant march of "progress." So at first, you're all, "fuck dude. Fuck." But then, here comes dude from above, working in perfect harmony with Nature to add this crazy angle of like dude he could be way out in the middle of Alaska or some shit...
You're imagining the fat people in their steel coffins and shit, arguing over their shitty DVDs or whatever, whizzing along down on the road, obvlivious to what's taking place up over their heads...this fuckin Angel Of Slash stands alone, the last champion of wild humanity, not content to let The World happen to him, he is happening with The Earth. Man. And, you don't even hate it that his jacket is the same color as Snowman's horrible pants, you're so caught up in the fucking ART of the shit!
Fuckin sick ass pic, blue ribbon 4H Best In Show, no fuckin doubt. Digging it on MULTI_LEVELZ.
But then, at the end of April, these motherfuckers are coming with this shit???
Are you kidding me?
LOOK AT THAT:
The motherfucker is ON SOME SHIT. No fucking deep thinking about this one (hobviously, anyone what would've thought more than a second on this shit would've been like "nah playbwoy I'm finsta pop that snow thing on the right and I'll be able to slash some snow into the waterfall or some shit, you want me to do WHAT??--Jump off THAT thing over THAT waterfall and land on THAT tranny down over THERE?? You must be joking dood."), it's just STRATE_UP_GNAR. No more words are necessary. The shit is fucking SICK! Dude made a likkle takeoff up there, aiming blind off some fucking knob, airs ELLZA horizontal, ELLZA chickenhawk't like turning the shit into some sort of shiftified hip situation, over a fucking late-season waterfall (with gigantic HOLE at the bottom inna bergschrund fuckin peel-away gaping MAW of a motherfucking abyss stylee), that shit has to be pushing 50+. I'm sayingtho. The DOWN, combined with the OUT and the OVER, it's just stupid. And to top it all off we got the fact that he's just got a casual indy poke in there (and hey!--it's a backside air pretty much, so we can really call it an "indy!"), I'm saying this is fucking WE TODD ED. Stomped.
In mid-April, no less.
Siccmode. Golden Hairball Award, WTF U thonkin blud? Also First Place.
LEIGHT


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