Mike D in Wisconsin
Btw my name is Pete Schwab and Evan said I can post my shit on this blog so here it is.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Chinatown Trotters
CT is finally out, and has been for a few weeks now. Teague hooked it up big time giving out a bunch of copys. If you dont have one go to Animal to pick one up
Scotty Eaton has the first part, so many grinds...
..then Carter shines pretty hard..
..and Sean (sprocket over from SAF Mixtape, to give an idea of how long this has been in production)
Gollup Has Pegs
Marks part is pretty damn burly
TEAGUE threading needles (Mark [with a "c"] had a good theory, Teague really enjoys doing tricks with "T"s... Tbogs, Tooth Hangers, Truck Drivers?)
MIKE ROSE IS A GOD DAMN MANIAC! And its funny how underrated he is right now. All I can think now is how good his part is the next Chinatown production will be. Too Hot To Trot
in other news... SeanT is now a weatherman
Sunday, December 16, 2012
"within 10 years, parts made out of recycled material like this be flying to the moon and outer space."
Friday, December 14, 2012
Street Phire
So pumped the #1 bmx website is back up, StreetPhire
...seent these two videos on the site
used to watch this on repeat, everything by Joe Cox is gold
too many grinds
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
ch 4
the dinner of the elders.
evan awoke, twenty five minutes to 8 oclock, polyestern time. He looked at his hands; kangaroo hands. he looked at his feet, kangarro feet. He looked in a mirror, and saw his kangaroo face. He asked questions like whats the history? whats the date?
lost in highlee concentrated bewilderment, zownedd out, like on some other plane? brahhhap! However,(shattering sound) evan was startled, when he noticed a man with no eyebrows sitting right next to him.
Ahh! sir please confirm that tu eres of the noblest and not of those schedual type permalinks.
Evan, compose yourself. me llamo pokadotted sandle. (in native tongue cellardorian, this literally means, "the man with no eyebrows)
sup bra, ya knoe whats going on tonite?
yes evan, I am only here to inform u of a mandatory dinner you are to attend.
no doubt! hella good, when is it doc?
303030:::::444 oclock, make sure you adhere to the proper attire, sucker.
evan was sudeeenly ashamed. and at thirty three: twelve evan showed up to the ball room. He was feeling a lil shat! because on his way over, it started raining and it messed up his hair, which he had highlighted and spiked with gel.
upon entering the mess hall, he saw lavish excitement, almost straying from it out of intimidation. to evans suprise the bodily forms of the elders were of the feminine nature. speaking by not speaking. one of the elders flew over to evan and sexually molested him.
evan was like, "why!!! noo!!!" and evan began to cry like a little baby, and all the elders giggled, hehehehehehe.
evan cried and cried, until he could not cry no more. then the elder snapped her fingers.
suddenly evan was enlightened. (bing!)
The elder stopped molesting evan and to the cognitive psychologist's surprise, evan started to molest himself, smiling like a zany kay bee toyes employee.
the elders all looked at one another and were amazed! (collective Whaaaa!!)
tha fa shung(the most wise) elder invited evan to sit down at the table.
tha fa shung pointed at the fork on the napkin, sang a short melody. Tha fa shung licked her left index fingernail, and then bit her right pinky slightly. tha fa shung made a fish face and then made a fart sound with her right armpit.
The reverence toward tha fa shung was turned over toward evan. to see if he had understood. evan took his right pointer finger and stuck it in his left ear. he stuck his tongue out to his righthand side. and looked up with his eyes.
Tha fa shung returned the gesture, which signified "agreement". all of the elders then made the gesture.
servants brought out food, evans previous body, honey roasted.
non-magical fairys broughtout wine, fermented earwax, 14%.
the dinner of the elders.
evan awoke, twenty five minutes to 8 oclock, polyestern time. He looked at his hands; kangaroo hands. he looked at his feet, kangarro feet. He looked in a mirror, and saw his kangaroo face. He asked questions like whats the history? whats the date?
lost in highlee concentrated bewilderment, zownedd out, like on some other plane? brahhhap! However,(shattering sound) evan was startled, when he noticed a man with no eyebrows sitting right next to him.
Ahh! sir please confirm that tu eres of the noblest and not of those schedual type permalinks.
Evan, compose yourself. me llamo pokadotted sandle. (in native tongue cellardorian, this literally means, "the man with no eyebrows)
sup bra, ya knoe whats going on tonite?
yes evan, I am only here to inform u of a mandatory dinner you are to attend.
no doubt! hella good, when is it doc?
303030:::::444 oclock, make sure you adhere to the proper attire, sucker.
evan was sudeeenly ashamed. and at thirty three: twelve evan showed up to the ball room. He was feeling a lil shat! because on his way over, it started raining and it messed up his hair, which he had highlighted and spiked with gel.
upon entering the mess hall, he saw lavish excitement, almost straying from it out of intimidation. to evans suprise the bodily forms of the elders were of the feminine nature. speaking by not speaking. one of the elders flew over to evan and sexually molested him.
evan was like, "why!!! noo!!!" and evan began to cry like a little baby, and all the elders giggled, hehehehehehe.
evan cried and cried, until he could not cry no more. then the elder snapped her fingers.
suddenly evan was enlightened. (bing!)
The elder stopped molesting evan and to the cognitive psychologist's surprise, evan started to molest himself, smiling like a zany kay bee toyes employee.
the elders all looked at one another and were amazed! (collective Whaaaa!!)
tha fa shung(the most wise) elder invited evan to sit down at the table.
tha fa shung pointed at the fork on the napkin, sang a short melody. Tha fa shung licked her left index fingernail, and then bit her right pinky slightly. tha fa shung made a fish face and then made a fart sound with her right armpit.
The reverence toward tha fa shung was turned over toward evan. to see if he had understood. evan took his right pointer finger and stuck it in his left ear. he stuck his tongue out to his righthand side. and looked up with his eyes.
Tha fa shung returned the gesture, which signified "agreement". all of the elders then made the gesture.
servants brought out food, evans previous body, honey roasted.
non-magical fairys broughtout wine, fermented earwax, 14%.
capitulelo tres
yo su sueno hizo beans get spilt
nha u know the bodega puerta es mas "cold as the rockies"
wor wor world of the wars
ye ye macadamia.
-this is how the members of the cellardoor revival communicated. to a civilian this conversation went along the lines of hi, how are you, my name is, etc. but this esoteric language, art form, was a means conveying a message to be interpreted by the interpreter. so when evan gallegar heard this message, he swiftly fondled his scraps and escaped out of the jail that the sickopsycho bourgeoisie, had him contained in for 4 hundred and ten years.
evan managed to escape by using sum chewing gum and a swans feather. he tickled his way to a location where he found himself. he collapesed on the ground because he was really tired.
luckily the gods were generrous to the poor soul, succumb to the plastic parkinglot. they approached him, and then reproached him, like a beached whale. evan drempt that he was getting fanned by ferns, the sound of birds, and furry women in the native Australian plains.
they took him, and put him in the back of their thunder vehicle. to the infirmary, they rushed him to! remember, in this era the cellas were scarce, so that it was only until they had rushed him to the infirmary that the entire universe almost fell out of order.
they took evans brain out of his body, and put it into the body of a kangaroo, because it was the only body that was compatible.
yo su sueno hizo beans get spilt
nha u know the bodega puerta es mas "cold as the rockies"
wor wor world of the wars
ye ye macadamia.
-this is how the members of the cellardoor revival communicated. to a civilian this conversation went along the lines of hi, how are you, my name is, etc. but this esoteric language, art form, was a means conveying a message to be interpreted by the interpreter. so when evan gallegar heard this message, he swiftly fondled his scraps and escaped out of the jail that the sickopsycho bourgeoisie, had him contained in for 4 hundred and ten years.
evan managed to escape by using sum chewing gum and a swans feather. he tickled his way to a location where he found himself. he collapesed on the ground because he was really tired.
luckily the gods were generrous to the poor soul, succumb to the plastic parkinglot. they approached him, and then reproached him, like a beached whale. evan drempt that he was getting fanned by ferns, the sound of birds, and furry women in the native Australian plains.
they took him, and put him in the back of their thunder vehicle. to the infirmary, they rushed him to! remember, in this era the cellas were scarce, so that it was only until they had rushed him to the infirmary that the entire universe almost fell out of order.
they took evans brain out of his body, and put it into the body of a kangaroo, because it was the only body that was compatible.
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