yo, i’m hip to the po’mo lomo snap happy generation of tellyfed tubbyheads and whatnot – but the grand con of this of course – is that those shark styled areosoles have got my shit  about as right as them pea green pants would look sneaking up into the frames of fritz’ metropolis. you know what i’m saying blood! and that’s in black and white fo’ real honey.

somewhere along the way i lost interest in the constructive aspects of repetitive ornamentation and rearranging within the confinement of a chosen pseudonym. not only that, but the hours were wack and my lungs didn’t get on with particles and fumes.

so i copied prince. word.