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at my bese
with "His Hight
on his leve
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the fudgericle
and kech
skated off to
Steve's use
to foto some
Rubbers.
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Keith now cloins that I mean more to him than anything, except, of course, for his skate. I now realize that procreation is a Scary Thing.
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A DATE WITH MY SKATE
I had their permission
And I had my skate
I saw that it was raining
But I just couldn't wait
I had a clear picture
up in my mind
Of thirteen-foot ollies
And twenty-foot grinds
The weatherman said
That it wouldn't pour
I was thinking, "B.S."
As I walked out the door
I couldn't bail out
Because I had a date
Not with my woman
(just with my skate)
So then I set out
Going down the road
Didn't do too many tricks
Because it was too cold
I started to slide
Wasn't sure what to do.
I yelled out a bad word
(the other word for "screw")
So there I laid
On the ground
If it weren't for that car
my head would be round
I could explain all this
But it would take hours
So just skate by my grave
And throw me some flowers
Ben Mullen; Roanoke, VA
ONCE UPON A TAM
We had a jam
The Beasties & DK's were there.
We slammed & we skated.
We jammed and we ated.
& Frank Hawk was around nowhere.
With reckless abandon
The half-pipes were jammed on
The airs were a hundred feet high.
Our stix were all broken
Not one word was spoken
Except for a weary good-bye.
Kelly Norris, Sacto, CA
Rob Leinau; Sentinel, Oklahoma
SKATE RAP
Check it out, y'all, I'm the skatin' pimp
I'll knee bail 20 times and never limp
Got legs like rock, trucks never lock
I can ollie on a dime and wheelie for a block
I always rock right when I rock the mike
And I bust the kind of moves that'll get you psyched
I skate every day have a lot of fun
Here's the definition of a typical run:
I drop in so slick, fakie real quick
Then I'm pumpin' the transition for my first rad trick
Do a lien to tail, grind a rail
Tweeked out method air-6 feet-never bail
Go from here to Ohio on a rock 'n roll slide
Do a plant so sad you think your mother just died
See, I'm the kind of skater chicks can't resist.
They go into orgasm when I do a Mcwist!
Then I'm out on the street with my shufflin' feet
I do 43 shove-its and it looks real neat
pumpin' fat air off any launch ramp
And I don't have to go to no silly skate camp
In my position everything's a transition
And I'll ride up a wall while you're standin' there wishin'
Land clean double pump ollie a stump
Boardslide a handrail 'cause I got the jump
On the bank on my plank I'm still in the first rank
Do a psychedelic boneless make your mind go blank
Pop rocks air walks lookin' down on Tony Hawk
Smith verts Powell shirts big breasts & tight skirts
MCM; San Francisco, CA
THE SECOND COMING
If you're awake
early any summer morning
you might hear them
on the empty streets
tarmac still night-cool.
The skaters
on Dawn Patrol.
Might see them flipping one
wheelers,
drifting into alley oops,
placing slow handplants,
puddlejumping
through last night's leftover rain.
They are totally rad.
They rock
chopping and chalking their way
over any obstacle;
beefing doesn't stop them,
they are up, ollie-popping
over or past anything.
But one morning,
suddenly
from their midst,
He appears:
blue jeans torn at the knees,
t-shirt ragged at the edges,
leading the thrashers,
ripping ahead of them through the
streets,
doing the gnarlier frontside grinds,
contorting inverts,
scooping backside airs.
YOU COULD OUTSKATE ANY PRO Yet as the light grows,
You know that you're the best.
But most folks around your town
Consider you a pest.
You hang off their bumpers,
And you don't care what they say.
And when they're drivin' down the
street,
You're always in their way.
But now they've grouped together
To get you off their case.
And when you turn the corner,
Their headlights shine upon your
face.
You quickly turn the other way,
Causing quite a grind.
Their tires screech with fury,
And you know they're close behind.
They're closing in like rabid dogs,
But there's no time to cry.
For now you have one simple choice:
Skate...or Die.
Almost-Rad Leo; Riverview, Michigan
there is an awakening city,
they see:
NO
SKATEBOARDS
NO
SKATEBOARDING
OR
SKATEBOARDS ON THE
SIDEWALK DANGER!
SKATEBOARDING PROHIBITED.
DON'T...CAN'T...
QUIT...STOP.
KEEP OFF...BACK...
NO!
He's gone.
And with him all the angels and
the archangels
all the thrashing hosts of heaven.
Antonia Matthew; Bloomington, Indiana
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