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[23 Dec 2009|12:29pm] |
hey guys i just packed my bong with snow instead of ice or water. fucking great man, i took some pics for you guys, sorry but my camera is really sucky!
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[22 Dec 2009|09:05pm] |
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what is real life? i try to sort through the past 16 months of my life. i drive past the blue duplex on bass street that has now been foreclosed. 201 and 203. the living environment was unbearable on walker woods drive. the move was spur of the moment but not really. on the verge of the ghetto but not quite the ghetto. it was quiet. i worked 3pm-11pm, 11am-11pm, 3pm-3am. i never saw anything or anyone. i lived in a concrete warehouse that reeked of chemicals and dust laden corners. i broke the mold. exploded from it really. i turned abruptly on my heels and went on. i lived during the day. i watched my neighborhood unfold while only partially interacting. then he came along. he came out of the blue, he came right out of prison. 5 years for drug-trafficking, possession with intent to distribute, intent, possession, drug-trafficking. at least he didn't rape or kill anyone...right? wrong. that doesn't make him any less malicious. it's just in a more underhanded and sneaky way. i stare at the old blue duplex. what is real life? not this day to day life just trying to get by. the life i had there, in that duplex, with him. feeling every nook and cranny of emotion that would be let in. feeling, seeing, being. being with him in a world wrapped in a love tainted from the get go. i can't tear my eyes from my old home. it all plays like a movie before my eyes. i encounter every emotion endured and then some. from beginning to end only missing a frame or two that's too damaged to hold. why is it so hard to get over him? not get over him, per se, more like past him. temptation is a bitch that's nagging in the back of my head. i never experienced adamant unwanting to let go of the end. but i have to, i simply must. this so-called pseudo love is unjustifiable to even me deep within. more harm than good. not good really, just foul. foul play on the fool hearted. and i am the fool who threw out the two of diamonds too soon. i tear my eyes away and move on. this is real life. feeling is the only thing left that's real.
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[21 Dec 2009|11:34pm] |
Only one pic but... goddamn.
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| home for the holidays |
[20 Dec 2009|11:45pm] |
So, I'm home for about two weeks visiting the family. Amazing-- interesting point here though I won't be smoking for about these two weeks. Now, I know I can get the delicious herb but I mean hey no time to really smoke it I'll be with my family. And, as they don't mind it's just out of mutual respect that I don't smoke around them-- you know? And of course I could find time but it's nice to take a break every once in a while, don't you think? I mean I smoke every day, so being sober is kind of a trip in itself. It's crazy! Very interesting, good learning time. And I will be doubly doubly high when I do smoke after two weeks. Just lovely!
Anyone else experiencing such a thing?
(haha if not, happy toking :))
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| Intro |
[20 Dec 2009|09:45pm] |
Name:
Geoff Adams
Age:
21
Location:
Inland Empire, CA
How long have you been stenciling?
4-5 years
Where do you stencil? [clothes, canvas, street, etc.]
Somtimes clothes, a lot on canvas, not as much on the street anymore.
Anything to share?
Just one more for the road. ( Stormy Weather. )
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[20 Dec 2009|08:03pm] |
Woooh. Snow and lots of it! Hopefully I have off on Monday, giving me another day to work on shit.
Been listening to some new music lately: PIL (Public Image Limited), Cinematic Orchestra, Future Islands, Weekends, Tomahawk, Black Keys)
Last weekend I planned to go to Floristree again at the H&H building for a matinee show. (I thought that since each band was playing two sets that it would last til late but such was not the case. Bounding up the stairs, I reach the sixth floor to discover the venue was mostly empty. Mike and Jaime were there and we talked for a little while.
Maura, Val, Tyler H, Julia, Brady, Colin were sitting there talking. They were quite suprised to see me espcially since it was over by the time I arrived. I was late because I ended up doing homework and studying for things before leaving.
I ended up joining them for dinner at the Catonsville Double T diner. (Funny how many of my friends live all the way out there in Catonsville.) We had a nice diner there and the jukebox machine in our booth had like 17 credits in it already so we spent the credits.
Spent most of my holiday money on video games. I bought GTA: Tales from Liberty City and a mecha game for the PS2 "Front Mission 4" which I had rented before and had liked.
On friday after finishing classes I randomly called up Claire T to hang out. We met at Barnes and Noble and were orginally going to see a movie but decided not to since we couldn't agree on anything.
We went next door to the corner store or as some of us call it "Jimmy's" since the owner is a real character. He hits on a lot of the female customers but is always very friendly and sometimes will haggle; not to mention he sells ciggs and bowls and hookah without checking ID.
Two girls walk in and one of them turns out to be a friend of Claire's. The one she knew was named Ashlyn I think? She was mid height and had blue and black hair. Piereced. Lots of mascara and eyeliner. Turns out she's still in middle school too...They were in there to buy a bong, so Claire and I asked if we could join them for a smoke and they agreed.
I took them to Elevation Underground just to show them. Had a conversation with the owner about Clutch again and about how much Sublime hates Badfish. No dogs this time to intimidate me.
As we were walking to the Medix building, Ashlyn was talking about her family. Seems her mothers boyfriend is a meth addict and she didn't seem all that down about it. She also stated that she was going to be living with someone else for a while but seemed ok about that too. It's weird how different people live there lives....
Now in Baltimore, there was a winter storm warning in effect for that day but it didn't seem to be getting colder so I wasn't worried. We took the elevator to the top of the medix building parking garage and set up camp in a corner. I think the cold had taken its toll on my lungs because the bong hit made me caugh more then usual. I was done after that and waited for a signil to leave from Claire. Seems Ashlyn wasn't ready to go and kept trying to get us to smoke more.
Claire and I kind of ran off; perhaps she was just freaked out or something I'm not sure I was too out of it to take notice.
We went to Barnes and Noble and tried to get warm. (Still no snow but getting colder.)
Ended up at the mall which was packed! (It was like the threat of a snow storm had made everyone go crazy and want to go shopping)
Claire and I sat down in a random corner and tried to sober up all the while trying to not look sketch with all these people around. (Also a lot of cops around....)
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| hey hey hey |
[18 Dec 2009|11:21pm] |
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I am high. Yay or Nay?
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[18 Dec 2009|11:01am] |
Long story short, this guy used to work at the local Olive Garden and got fired for doing shots at the bar...not with alcohol per say, but with cough syrup, I think Robitussin, anyways he works at the local bargain basement now and won't shut up about /b/ and being a "l33t hax0r"
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| Speed stacking |
[18 Dec 2009|02:11am] |
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Not as creepy as some other posts, but this "sport" weirds me out...
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| this rain is beasting.. |
[18 Dec 2009|02:27am] |
Well, after eating dinner tonight, I called my friend, who told me earlier in the day he was getting Trainwreck, to smoke me out to sample it. He didn't have a problem with that. The main problem was all the rain that was pouring for like 6 hours. As a result, fucking most of the streets of Miami were flooded. I got to my friends house, parked, and waited for him to get in the car so we can hotbox. He gets in the car, and I tried starting the car to move to another spot to hotbox, but my car didn't start. Ironically, the owner of the parking spot I was in got there and knocked on my window. I roll down my window to speak to him, and he is telling me to move my car because it is his parking spot. Plus, he told me this with the rudest attitude. I explained to him my car was dead, and he continued arguing with me, telling me to get out and push my car from his spot. I immediately snapped on this fucker and told his ass to chill and park somewhere else. There was a fucking parking spot right next to me. Inconsiderate asshole. He kept arguing a little more then finally left and parked somewhere else.
My friend and I smoked about 3-4 bowls of Trainwreck, and I had to wait it out for a few hours, too. A man, who lived in my friends complex, heard me continuously attempt to start my car and helped me by jump-starting my car.
There are fucking assholes in this world and there are helpful nice people. Awesome, I experienced them both pretty well tonight.
Peace
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| HUGE NEWS |
[17 Dec 2009|11:32pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) stencil_swap is going to be on the livejournal spotlight next month!!
This is huge, our community will be booming! I might have to moderate posts during that week...which will be a pain... but it's totally worth it.
Hey, get stenciling so we can show all the newbies up.
-Amanda
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