SATAN'S WEINER

• 2013-05-04

  

  dont stand so close 2 me

• 2013-05-03

  

  sleevynicks:

  Oops!

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• 2013-04-25

  

  lurkskatesf:

  happy birthday lahlah!

  Lahlahlahlahlah

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• 2013-04-22

  Saturday. A beautiful day. Sun shining, no clouds, birds chirping. I woke up around 10 and had my daily protein shake. Hit the gym with Rich. After working out, Rich and I decided it was time to really enjoy our Saturday and start our weekend off right. At least better than Friday. All we did Friday was go to Matrix, drink shitty tequila, and bang out a couple of dumb sluts. We both wanted today to mean a little bit more, or at least be able to work on our tans. “Should we go to Marina Green?” Rich asked. “Nah man, we already played out the bitches there. I want something different. And by different I’m not talking about Fort Mason, that’s the same shit. I say we get a twelver and go to Dolores Park.” Rich, my lucky wingman, really had no other option than to comply. Without me, Rich wasn’t shit. I showed him how to isolate his triceps, how to drink all the beer you want and keep that six pack, and most importantly I got Rich laid. Sure, he’s my wingman, but by that I mean he really didn’t do anything besides make me look even better. In turn he’d get with the chick’s ugly friends. No harm, no foul. Though in recent days I could sense Rich’s jealousy and thirst for his own fame take hold.

  Rich whined, “Dolores?!?!… But there’s just a bunch of lame hipsters and dumb potheads there. Not to mention the dumb ass drum circles that go down there.. Let’s just stay here in the Marina, the bitches are finer anyway.” I assured him, “Yeah, but dude, there will definitely be some fine girls there. Have you even been there before? Plus, dude, half of the bitches there are used to fucking with lame ass skinny hipster fags. They will hop on the first chance they get to be with a real fucking man like me. And you, I guess.” I could see Rich didn’t like that last part, but he really wasn’t as yolked as me and, whatever, it was the truth. So we walked to Fillmore and Chestnut and hopped on the 22, ready to mack on some dumb hipster bitches. I saw some dirty, cracked out homeless women puking in front of KFC. I simply laughed and cracked my first tall can, “Dude, today’s gonna be epic bro!” Rich just put on his shades, cracked his own tallboy and nodded his head.

• 2013-04-18

  “WHO IS IT YOU WISH TO SEE??

  “I’D LIKE TO SEE ABRAHAM LINCOLN ABOUT THIS EQUALITY BULLSHIT!”

  “MR GERRBBERRR!”

  “WELL IT AINT SOY SAUCE!”

  “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

  “IM PLEDGING FOR A FRATERNITY!”

• 2013-04-17

  CRYING RN

  THIS SONG ALWAYS GETS ME

  SHOUTS OUT TO EVERYONE WHO HAS LOST LOVED ONES

• 2013-04-16

  

  lurkskatesf:

  new headwear trend.

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  Dont be scared hold my hand babby i will take u to the never never land 

• 2013-04-14

  

  here is a cute foto of a sheltie chowchow mix to distract u from my previous post which is what i call “really unfocused, boring writing. no one wants to read your tumblr post about yourself. get a fuckign journal BRO”

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  Sometimes, when I do drugs in a spontaneous manner, I end up wanting to just do them all at once and just get fucked up. Is this the addict in me or the human? At the same time I think to myself, “If I do these drugs and stay up even later maybe I will just be transported to the Netherland.” I will survive either way, but is it more worth it to do all the drugs now, or save them so that I can do them in the future and continue a habit (that I can’t, won’t and don’t afford [free drugs])? That I can’t decifer, after constant introspection and participation, the true reason why I do this to myself is the true source of worry. Easily peer pressured, I assume? Social anxiety the excuse? Either way I use alcohol and drugs as a way to comfort me into situations that I wouldn’t feel completely comfortable in without. However, with said social anxiety in certain circumstances, it is not as though I don’t wish to engage in such activities. And so it is thus, when I really think about it and realize that I truly love and value social engagements, without a substance I am not able to truly let loose and be myself without feeling socially self-conscious. I cannot just sit still and observe anymore and it is starting to worry me. I used to be able to go to functions and see my friends and not care and now i hang onto people like a parasite. I must know what’s going on, I must know the next party. What’s the new youtube video, what’s going on in dumb skate industry, who’s blowing up, Dumb ass bullshit that I know isn’t reflective on what life really is- I care about. But I don’t really care about it. I am a genuine reflection of what this fucking dumb ass computer generation has created. And I hate it. 

  (i love you though)