this is hardcore

Sometimes, you are so fucking cool it hurts and when people stare at you with their eyes you just know their retinas are on fire and then they point and think, my god, so cool! And the bandwagon is pulled right up at your house and you jump right innit and wave to only a select few as you go along. It’s like jesus has told you a special secret and he tells you that it is your time to take it to the streets and you are like, ohmygod, finally. And all those fancy clothes are made just for you, and only you are smart enough to figure out what goes with what and you know, these days, your extreme coolness is so much that say, you could wear flip flops and a burlap sack and damn nigga, you is the shit. Man, even old people know you’re supafly. you don’t even have to wash your face or comb your hair anymore ‘cos when you wake up and put on your party pants, it all comes together, full circle.

oh right, you may want to check out my l’il photo essay on NewYawkCity to see what cool is all about. lots of traffic will make the page unviewable for an hour’s time or something. i really need to switch this all over to my own domain. one day, one day for godsakes i will.

k bye.