“just because you CAN do something, doesnt make it a good idea”
If you have never in your life been more than moderately artistically talented, If the only people who have given any type of consideration let alone praise to your work have been friends and family members, if no one of any stature has ever even complimented you on your own personal wardrobe, IF YOU CANNOT DRESS YOURSELF…why in gods name are you wasting your time and parents money trying to start a clothing company? This is not hate. This is that area between pity and disgust.
There are lots of talented people out there making dope shit. Know your rank.
We’re not the assholes here.
We are doing you a favor in the long run by not encouraging you.
FTK loves you.
…Don’t ever fucking question that.
*If you had to see the things we see on a daily you would feel the same way
“That’s not confidence, that’s incompetence. Ignorance blinds the truth. If you have any type of talent, then show me some kind of proof.”
The dude I seen today who had the “most swag” looked like a fucking faggot.
You’ve turned swag into gold ropes, shutter shades, scarfs, auto-tune… There’s still squares wearing all over print M&M hoodies. That’s hella swag.
I bet the dude who drives the truck in the flick up there thinks his decal is dripping with swag now that there’s 5 songs about swag on the radio.
You can have swag. Keep it warm for a real motherfucker until something new comes on the radio that the shit me and my folks are doing now will directly influence.
So basically what I’m asking is if the worsening economy is a signal trending towards now being a good time to invest in Tweety Bird pajama pants and slipper shoes, since everyone will be poor soon.
…and I’m STILL LISTENING TO OLD ASS PURPLE CITY.
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I actually got into a mean ass argument with 559Rell about the existence of the 375 mL Remy.
What it stemmed from actually, was we were talking about the potency of “Remy w/a whole triple stack in it,” which rose to regional acclaim after being featured in Fresno Uncensored.
His rationalization was that was actually a square ass way to do one thizzle. I tend to agree, as chewing them up and snorting them always seemed like the obvious and most efficient methods to me. But he then elaborated on his line of reasoning.
I quote, “If you got one thizzle in there and you’re passing it to 3 or 4 niggas everybody is really doing 1/4 of a thizzle.”
Aye, you reading this… Why do you copy motherfuckers?
I’m speaking from experience from not only being associated with legitimate trend forecasters, but also from being one myself. Fuck the bullshit… I know the filipino kid that brought shoe stuffing to the San Joaquin valley from Daly City, my stepdad invented putting rubber bands around the bottom of your jeans fucking around on a rainy day one time when I was 5, and my homeboy invented putting potato chips on sandwiches. Shit, I bought my first Ecko Unlimited shirt off platform.net. You don’t even know what the fuck platform.net was.
I’m talking to the motherfuckers that seen 3 people wearing v-neck t-shirts and knew they had to have one. The motherfuckers posting what they wore today on hypebeast and the motherfucker lurking to find new shit to jock. Not to mention the dude that goes out on a Friday night and comes back home and goes straight to the computer to do a vague ass google search on something they seen another man wearing.
The corniest part about all this faggotry is that girls don’t give a fuck about what you just bought on Karmaloop Kazbah… You’re stalking people’s myspaces and adopting their whole shit to impress other corny ass men.
For real though. Quit copying nerds who copy other dweebs. You know what happens to a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy? In the end they all look hella gay and stupid and wear Palestinian scarves.
