17 February 2013
the faint repetitive sound
cruising along
I don't have to be anywhere
at anytime
there's no rush
it's all good
I'm riding on a new board
through an old neighborhood
spray paint tucked in my pockets
and in their pockets too
we're all flying down the block
nothing to prove
curve around the bend
and riding toward a church
continue toward a shed
and get to work
paint everywhere
the hissing sound of cans
no one remembers being a teenager
they just don't understand
how fun it is
to fuck things up
how fun it is
to throw the finger up
to run around with people you love so much
and to roll down the street
socially out of touch
nothing's too important
simply skate
and stay outdoors
nothing's permanent
open new doors
enjoy • Opuss № I