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// 01-06-03 : "jack daniels, meth heads and bareknuckle boxeing" ahh another day of good clean fun. drinking hard liquer, hanging out with meth heads, watching two guys bareknuckle box drunk and body blows with someone twice my size. good clean fun. it started innocent enough. wait no it didnt. fvc called me and said we were going to hang out with meth heads and get drunk. yes well first we stoped off at his one kids house and watched the new star wars movie. his parents seemed rich cuz the house was all white and shiney but the kid seemed alright, all he had was about a fith of jack daniels which was sacraficed to me. better to have one guy wasted than no one at all. heh. now this was after my holsome breakfast of frosted shreaded wheat, so when we went to the meth heads house and then bought some more whiskey from safeway i was in the employes only room pukeing all over. some dude walked in but he left soon enough. but yeah theres nothing better than grabeing a toilet and shoveing your face in it after its been covered in piss and you know its been used by roughly about 20 people earlier that day. the horrors of teenage alchohol use. heh. the meth-ers where actually damn fine people, two teenagers who moved out and lived in the guys uncles apartment (who is constantly insane from medication). ahh young love. we watched tv and talked about society, how much weight they lost in the last year and a bunch of other stuff that i was too drunk to remember. but dureing my seccond romanceing of a toilet that day i remeber thinking to myself that they were the nicest poeple ive met in about 2 years. and then the boxeing. ahh yes the boxeing. so my kinda friend showed up to box with fvc, they're about the same size exept fvc's got a beerbelly. god i love being a man. i can walk down a street without my tshirt bald and beer bellied and still be beautifull. fvc proceded to get drunk to even the odds and then it was onto the apartment complexs front yard. when is bare knuckle boxing over? when the old lady looks out her window calling the police. fvc lost but after they washed eachothers blood off of themselves and poured bactine on variose wounds it was all good fun. it was on our way back that my friend looked at me and asked if i was afraid to fight. "fuck no" i said "you wanna do body blows?". body blows is basicly a fight without face hits. now a normal person would say "no you're 3 years older than me and twice my size". yes well i said yes and proceded to get my body covered with bruises, but at leaste my pride and ego are a bit bigger, and when you get down to it isnt that what fightings all about? _ top
// 01-06-03 (1 oclock) : "licking horse lips" well, its about 1 oclock and i just finnished watching "the dangerous lives of altar boys". i must say it was a damn fine movie, but i've alwayse had a soft spot for coming-of-age movies. kids, fight club and of course the sand lot. i added some links, some files and changed the format a bit. i think the site looks delightfull. as for my life i've been kickin it, my school gets more break than most schools so im doin good. i've also been developing a lip licking habit. why? because brad pitt does it, thats why. yes if brad pitt jumped off a bridge teathered by his penis i would too. gladly. i remember reading in the news that there was a guy who did that to horses, tied there penis's with a rope and yanked them off, not licked there lips. boy im glad we got that cleared up, why you'd of thought that man was strange in the head! _ top
// 01-03-03 : "the joys of sneaking out" hmm lets see her... hows my winter break tally going? __ sneak out of window at midnight and meet friend [check]
so yeah needless to say last night was damn good fun. good quality fun. family fun. and i even got to cover my feet with blisters from wearing skater shoes and break out in a rash from hideing from the po-po in berry bushs; death before dishonor! tommorow i might go up to some legal graffiti yards with my friend and his moms ex-boyfriend. step brothers and exs are our new extended family. sadly in spite of the good clean fun of last night it was kinda boring because most of it was spent walking around through neighborhoods and hideing in shadows whenever a car would drive by. i have come to the realization that i need a bike or a car. i also need more sleep and a shower before my parents see this spraypaint under my fingernails, which is where i go now. _ top
// 01-01-03 : "Ether + Whipits = AHH HAH HAH HAH
HAH HAH HAH!!!" class please open your books, turn to the chalkboard. todays lesson is ether + whipits. can anyone answer that? anyone? here red cover your face with this chemical soaked rag.... well though my new years eve was not spent downtown amonst the crazy people (parents) i did get to chill with fvc. this is a day that will not leave my mind for a bit. you have no idea. YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. so fvc tells me to meet him in this parking lot near my house. ahh yes. i chilled there on a bench for about ten or so minouts and a guy rolls up, gets out and walks up to me. big black sunglasses, fucking built twice my size, big orange goatee with a skull earing smokeing a ciggarette. "so you must be red". i've met my mentor... and it was good times. yes good times for all. so we got in his car and drove down to the head shop. ahh the quaint little head shop, perhaps the only shop that can thrive untouched by corporations. but it was not bombs we were buying.... no no three boxes of wippits to addition to the large bottle of ether in the back. yes my nipples were hard with anticipation. so after stopping off at his girlfriends house finding a dildo (ahh fuck now my birthady suprise is ruined!) and the cracker for the wippits it was off to some kids room with his gf and another chick. they already started passing around the pipe, and it got to me. suuuuure why not. but i was not here for weed. fvc cracked a whipit for me and it began. after warming it on my hand (pansy! let it tear off your lower lip like it did to me last year) down the hatch. my first whipit was bad times. unlike the nitrous at the docters it doesnt just get you laughing your ass off. suprisingly it takes a certain person to like a whippit. theres this really strong wa wa wa wa noise in your head, and you can feel it. but by my third whipit i had learned to enjoy it, whipits took me to my happy place, where i just chilled for a couple minouts in the wa wa. so how do you take a whipit? place whipit in cracker with nipple faceing the half of the cracker with the balloon on it. proceed to screw the top half on till it pops the nipple, then unscrew as it fills the wippit with cold ass air. allow to warm to room temperature and then breath it all it, then exhale into the balloon and then breath it in. repeat untill you crack up and cant keep your lips on the cracker. but i had not come here for 5 minouts of my happy place. and it was. no i came here for intense hallucinations, so onto the ether. me and fvc went go eat some chilli (his "westside connections"), which is starting to make a seccond apearance right now, and then came back, picked up the womens and fireworks and then went to a park. so the rag was covered with ether where it found a home covering my face. when people sniff glue they're getting high off of depriving there brain of oxegen and a small amount of ether. dare to tell the turth dare programs. after the rag (which had been puked on a bit ago) had become exhasted it hit. it was kinda like being drunk and watching from an outside viewer, or at least the first hit was. "the first hit only sets the stage" fvc said. "wow this is nothing, one more!" so the rag was soaked again, with about 2 times more and onto my face. ether smells like car exhast. you know that smells good you bastards. "whoa this feels stronger, but not that much different" i said, "how about a whipit?" fvc asked, sure, "thats the attitude!" (i felt like a man, it was cool). man i dont even remmember the whipit because then.... well in short then i touched god, found the end of the world, disinigrated to anarchy and came back to order. all in five minouts. supposidly like takeing 4 hits of high quality acid. ether by nature doesnt make you hallucinate, but a well trained mind can find it. a very well trained mind. all of a suden i started wondering, what if this was the last moment and all others just led up to this? *BOOM* the world rotated around, one diagonal line of my sight was rotated around over and over again with me thinking nooooo and then i came back, but then no became the last moment. i was the cosmic joke, that when i thought about how the end would be funny right now and it came. i was all there was and it stopped for no reason right now. oh yeah and i completly forgot about the ether soaked rag and nitrous filled whipit, which considerably added to the realism. and so seeing only a sliver rotating around bluring into one. it looked like when you close your eyes and rub them. i had to force myself to find the moment, at least i could find a pleasant moment to go onto forever. apperently during the stretching of the moments i was hunched over starring at my crotch. "you looked very intresting, but then you started to lean forward and i had to grab you so you didnt fall". that was until of course i started flayling around smacking fvc in the face. but then the moment began to come back, i saw my friends. who where of course acting like retards to make me trip even harder. thank you. i've just come back from the hardest trip of my life, realizing that i am a cosmic knowledge living in one moment and now that i've stoped the end of the world i have to figure out why my friends arms where broken (which were perfectly fine i learned but he was rotating his sweatshirt arms. TRICKY BASTARD!) and basicly what the hell was going on. "are you back?" "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" "can you describe anything?" "holy sh- wa- wahatehoi wmhat the hell go on?" i wasnt able to complete a sentance for a bit, i was still dumbfounded. did i trip my ass off? yes. would i do whipits again? yes, damn good fun. will i do ether and whipits again? yes. yes dear god yes. so yes this was a lovely way to bring in the new year. im sure ive made several life long friends. im sure im going to be a winner. quality people. see the drug section for how to make ether from starter fluid (100% legal and easy) and some more on whipits. good times. good times. and oh my god i was trippin. // 12-30-02 : "Bitch I Said Rock The Casba" boo... well today wasnt really that exiting but it was still kinda fun. kinda. i got my haircut. HOLY SHIT ISNT THAT INCREDABLE!!! yeah she asked me what i normaly do with my hair... i was all "uhh... braid it into pig tails?" but she gave me this hair paste stuff cuz i have thin hair and spiked it up. it looks pretty. it was cool too cuz she was all punk and so she comandered the supercuts sound system and was blasting the clash. BITCH I SAID ROCK THE CASBA, ROCK IT NOW! here cousins also in my math class, i told her she gave me bagel. she was all "you just go 'give me bagel'?" "...yeah pretty much." i think i sounded like i dick, bit then we started talking about liberty spikes with house hold items. i was about to say ask me and i'll write about it, and i just wrote about it. good job red. which brings up the next subject... the file archive. i downloaded shitloads of dir to html and txt to html programs so were close to getting it up. SO DAMN CLOSE. they're downloading as we speak. thats about it though for today. the last two days have been my adjusting to winter break days so tommorow im getting off my ass and doing shit like going to the new years parade. drunk off my ass. heh. _ top
// 12-28-02 : "God I Hate Nature" my room smells like a combination of body odor, axe deoderent and penis. and bong water from which its source i cant quite pinpoint (somewhere near my bed). its amazing how when exposed enough the human nose can filter out a smell. im kinda stoked about the axe deoderant. i've been looking for it but couldnt find it. i was chillin up in a grocery store on my vacation when i found it, and a huge ass tub of la bella blue hair gell, the good stuff. if you didnt powder two generations of baby deer skin a dont want it in my hair. but back to axe deordorant body spray. i got two cans, and that means two things. 1.) no more rash from my armpits to my nipples and 2.) a big fucking hole in the ozone. both of which im kinda stoked. i never did like nature very much. you know those books where the teenager gets stranded in the wilderness? the ones written by the grizzled mother fucker that yells at cars n stuff? well fuck him. i was raised in urban life. i was born in the valley. its not the decline of the human race, its not even the evolution. its just a change of surroundings. your beautifull waterfall and majestic forest is my decayed concrete tunnel and dead redwood trunk lieing on a chainlink fence surrounded by garbage. birds chirping in a cold morning is the sound of cars rushing by on a hot summer day as i lie on a warm sidewalk. or cannible corpse - sentanced to burn. no dad i wont turn down my disturbing music. this is my epiphiny, further reinforced by my trip to the snow. i hate trees. i hate snow. i love concrete, i love assfalt, i love chainlink fences and most of all i love graffiti, which is the main influence that brought on the epiphiny and sent me to understand and explore my urbanopia. dont not missunderstand me. i hate america and its love everyone ideals, the skyscraper testaments to mans abilitys. what i love is the decay. i love the loopholes. i love the fact that even though we're surrounded by oportunitys for peacefull liveing we deny them, and we alwayse will. there will alwayse be free will, lieing, cheating and short lifespans. eventually the animals will adapt. eventually the decay will seperate from the technoligical utopia, and eventually the decay will swallow it. hate will alwayse win. peace will never be reached. nothing you ever protect and cherish willl last. REALIZE WE LIVE AND DIE IN DECAY. but enough manephesto. if none of that makes sence eventually i'll read and rewrite all the blogs into a nice manephesto file. _ top
// 12-18-02 : "Biteing Into a Beautifull Colage" i already wrote a blog for today, but it sucked cuz i was hungry. no one writes good when they're hungry, its like driveing drunk. fun, but innifective. drunk driveing, now theres a mans drinking game. i think fvc said it best, "real men open bottles with there teeth, and when they all fall out gnaw at the caps with there gums." or something like that. speaking of drinks i just drank this fuze drink. its prounonced fuzed like fusion, but i think foozy sounds cooler. it was damn tasty, vitamin enriched too. much better than a soda. i would say it even rivals my precious horchata. horchata is that opaque white drink that's in big ol jug things in taquerias. god i love mexican food. they ladle it out in big spoonfulls with ice. horchata looks so cool on ice, because its made from water, but its not transperent. it's a nice cinnaminy taste, either you hate it or you devote your soul to it for all eternity. but back to soda's, fuck soda. i hate soda. i hate the soda companys, i hate the way soda's taste. the way the bubbles burn your mouth and fuck up your nose when you open a new one, the way it makes your teeth feel all rubery and dirty. and caffine, it makes you piss and get really annoying. its an addiction without getting you high. soda's everywhere. theres machines all over my school getting sucked dry and reffiled twice a week. i need to get a bum to buy me big crowbar so i can pry one open and take all the cash. maybe that'll get the fat pigs to take em out. i've been listening to too much punk. i carved "i want my mtv" all over my controller, not supporting it but more like something a rabid cult member would carve into there forhead. i wanna through a brick through my tv and then tape a piece of paper onto it with a big $ on it. dont you hate it when you think you have an original idea and then you realize you subconsiously jacked it from someone else? (damn you slc punk! damn you!) it used to happen to me a lot, but then i gave in and decided that its all been done before. if you steal enough things and paste em together you can create something original. heh, thats a metaphore for this site. _ top
// 12-16-02 : "Just Update Shit" fvc is back in me town... theres prolly some intresting stories on the horizon. heh. im working on a paypall section were ya'll can give specific cash donations. scanner for stonner doodles, dsl for some fat warez (god i hate 56k), domain name cost and of course cash for becomeing a member of sites and jacking all there content. HAH HAH HAH! heh, seeings how all this sites content is going to be scot free if you want more shit your bitch asses are going to have to donate some shit. my hard drive is almost completly organized. i got everything in neat little folders exept for the explosives section. that doesnt sound very impressive but thats 1,987 files, 3,449 with explosives. and then theres the humor and graffiti files. BITCH! thats not includeing and rhodium or text files archives either. oh yeah i also got some good files on bypassing car alarms and some more links. well thats about it. today's been pretty chill, storm fucked up some shit so i didnt go to school. got grounded so i didnt do anything over the weekend. this weeks finals so i wont be fucking around much either. _ top
// 12-12-02 : "Stonner Doodles" im feeling pretty shitty, i made my mom cry last night. my pe teacher said that i was going to class stonned and i was all "FUCK HIM. FUCK YOU. YOU'RE AN IDIOT FOR BELIVEING HIM." to my mom. she yelled back, i yelled louder, my dad sat on his ass and my mom started crying. and in case you're wondering no i have never gone to pe class stonned (though i have ditched on gotten stonned). so now my mom wont even talk to me. i got to school and was like "yeah im far too sober to deal with this shit today." so i bummed 8 bucks off of some chicks and me and my friend smoked out of an apple in some woods. then we ate the apple. i did some insanely good graff though. i filled 3 pages with a red pen, i just took my time and drew all thes pencil head guys and clouds and this sick rabit and twisted ass tree. there were some good tags too, real profesional too. i showed my mom and she said it was good, so maybe she might forgive me tommorow. im going to start a stonner doodles section. course i'll need a scanner, so maybe ill start a paypall instead. scanners are pretty cheap, like 50 bucks or sosmething so its just crazy enough to work. it was a mistake to get stonned... i needed to make up some tests in math and turn some shit in for english, neither happened. i suppose i can do it tommorow if i remember. i didnt do my math either, but thats no biggie and it'll get done eventually. i should do some make up work though before i go to bed, prolly wont though, why? deppresion. hormones. lazy. _ top
// 12-10-02 : "Chicks Are Good, Shit Happens, Class Over" heh... i sicked fvc on the drug section, should have some good shit. i've been doing alright. some shitty shits gone down but shit happens, and im keepin the lip stiff so hopefully it'll all go good. chicks are good. if you get one thing from this paragraph get that. for all the shit they put us through its worth it. i was feeling bummed in class when this hot chick who sits in front of me walked back from sharpening her pencil and rubbed her fingers through my hair, then she smilled at me. it was cool. then i was walking down the hall and this girl patted me on the back and said hi. then some mexican chicks flirted with me in pe. they were ugly but it was still cool that they thought i was cute. oh yeah and then a pretty girl in my enlish class said that everyone around her was fucking annoying exept for me. yeah this sounds dumb but shit like that gets me stoked. you know its true. you know you smell your girlfriends t-shirt when your bummed. im stupid... but im getting smarter. today red_tequila learned not to wave around 50 bucks worth of paint pens. things like that get you jacked. if you're a frosh learn 2 things, 1.) pack a light backpack and never set it down, 2.) dont wave shit around. class over. my beaner friend knows who it was. i could either A. beat his ass and find out who it was or B. get over it. i choose B cuz he's a good friend to have, he can get me free prison tattoos and if i ever get in shit can hook me up with some steel, which is nice to have there. i've also learned that gangs are stupid, and scraps are just as cool as nortanios. though i will admit that gangs are cool. fuck you i have the balls to say it. its like smokeing, it's stupid but its cool as hell. theres something about haveing a crowd of people on your side, and saying shit like "fuck you im down with XIV". i branded myself with a lighter too, but thats another story for another post. _ top
// 12-08-02 : "Of Pixies And Fallen Redwoods" today's pretty much been a chill day. chillin like a villin. i'm organizeing shit for the drug section and the misc, but i think the link section is pretty sick right now. i gotta get some scripts uploaded for the forum which is going to just fucking kill shit if i can get some patrons. im listening to pixies right now. they're just so fucking good, i cant stress that enough. i guess they're kinda punk, kinda rock and roll. they're just the pixies. vocals are like nothing else, guitars and drums are damn simple. its so simple but its so damn good. the music's just got a feel to it. and it feels good. "pixies - something against you" is my fucking anthem. its going to be on the bleach intro when i get around to it... the pixies are just like either you're down or you're not, cuz you can list a thousand things why they suck and then i can walk up to that list and say that everyone of those reasons is the reason why i'd tear off my to nipples and sacrafice them to satan. BECAUSE THEY'RE THAT GOOD. schools been alright. i ditched for the first time a few days ago and it was damn cool. my old school they used to call your home when you missed a class, here you have to ditch like the whole day. me and this kid didnt want to go run in pe so we started leaving right before class started. we had bud but no pipe and no lighter. "got a lighter?" bing! "got a pipe?" give it back later dude. it was cool, everyone was down. so we got up to the far far back of my school near the art buildings and it turns out 5 of my other friends were ditching too, so we just barged up this fat hill and chilled up it the woods. we all just chilled up on this fallen redwood tree covered with graffiti passin around a pipe talking about bud. then this kid ate his booger, so my friend threatened to beat him with a stick if he didnt do it again. "fuckin do it man or im going to make you dig into your butt and eat it!" so he did it and then everyone punched him because he ate his god damn booger. it was damn good fun. ditching is the best, going back to class ripped was kinda sketchy though. i'm going to do it again some day when i dont have so much shit to do. i gotta get my grades back up. speaking of which fuck do i have math homework? oh yeah i did it. heh. scoooooor... maybe i'll type up the rest of my ditching story and post it as a txt with the first time i got stonned. good times, good times. _ top
// 12-07-02 : "The Evil Unleashed" my friend (well kinda friend) loaned me some danzig and samhain cds. its some damn sick music. i've been getting into punk again. well danzig and fifteen. then again at the same time i've been getting into rap, too. the rap's been getting me into shit. "dont you know its only dumb wiggers like you buying this shit?". lies! i dont know what it is inside me that loves it, its not that i think black dudes are thuff its just that i likaa dee musick. i like the way it makes my head move. fuck! i am a poser arnt i... its funny, the people who say be yourself and fuck what people tell you to do get so touchy when you admit that you like something mainstream. deep down no one is what they say they are. no one is punk. no one is ever right. we're all the same, we're all lame ass fucking posers. SO FUCK YOU AND YOUR MORALS. boy i get ornrey when my i dont take my contacts out. something about suffocating organs will do that to you. so anyways i've been feeling alright lately. i still dont have anyone i can talk to, which sucks. no girls either, but i've been getting my grades back which is good. sorry 13 year old red 16 year old red sold out. he's not going to get bad grades and stick it to the man. he's going to go to college, get a job and take all his anger and frustrations out on his kids. why? because all the other kids are doing it. sometimes things are better when the fucking suck. i dont want to be happy. i want people to start shit, so i can just ignore it and be cool. i think apathy is the pinnacle of being cool. when everyones freaking the fuck out and your just cool calm. thats what its all about, being a chill motherfucker. i'm getting there. heh, its elimination of the self. the budhist belife. maybe its alwayse been around. the christian turn the other cheek. maybe its human nature. or maybe its just a subconcious programed ideal for the children of our society to reach so that they can get away with anything they want. DAMN HE GOT OUT! back to your cage conspiracy-red. no one wants to hear a conspiracy. it causes fear and no one wants to be afraid. at least i dont. fuck roller coasters, that shit hurts my neck. i like going fast though. i want to go on a super fast roller coaster, i think that'd be pretty cool. no loops or that shit just fucking speeding fast as hell. then id put pennys on the track so it'd derail and kill all the toddlers in the petting zoo. god damn kids, theyre my fuzzys...
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