Needs and Nosebleeds
The need to spread ones thoughts online is a Nihilistic one akin to masturbation or nose picking. For Blog read bogey or nasal exploration.
Gravity Bastard is the new incarnation of the Longboardbuddha that pastoral easy going longboarder happy to roll around espousing his zen and his "wisdom". Many people now know who Longboardbuddha was. He was unreliable at best unable to attach his concentration to anything for long periods due to a number of issues. His love for something one day would turn to hate the next and his favourite deck would end up being given away to some (un)lucky grommet. Skateboarding for Longboardbuddha was watching an old man rub his own shit in his hair in a fracture ward and being threatened with anal rape by East European orderlies in pre-op. Skateboarding was also a solo activity if you please, a battle with the self uncluttered by people around him.
Longboardbuddha was never a friend to many as they couldn't travel the same roads he did. He was late for meets if he ever turned up at all, he talked nonsense most of the time and made promises he couldnt keep (and knew deep down he wouldn't). He would travel miles to sessions and not skate happy to watch other people enjoy the groove he kept for private sessions. He was happy to buy trucks and saw the axles off hiding them away in the workshop, build gorgeous hardwood decks and throw them away. He always looked like he listened but never did he was always thinking about his battle with skateboarding. Longboardbuddha always disappointed people from all walks of life.
In life one always grows and expands/evolves/mutate and gradually dislikes become likes friends become enemies.
Eight straight hours a day meditation lead to limb paralysis and severe back pain. It also lead to the precipice of enlightenment. I actually stood on the edge of the path trod by the Buddha and the wise but this time sheltering from the rain sleeping rough in a bus shelter in South Wales. I held the diamond/lotus in my hand and threw it away scared and unsure. It was there for me and i turned my back on it. The smile on Buddhas face is the realisation that what he sought he already possessed, the anger on mine is that the gift offered was flung back into the void and im not sure if i can get it back.
On that day Longboardbuddha died a death and i picked a new mask of Gravity Bastard. He rides streetluge as he is too scared to ride stand up anymore. For power he took the head of his ulna which he used to insert in decks and powdered it into a glass of strawberry Nesquick thus ingesting his former incarnation. He cares for a memorial tree of the father of a person he never met and the small sapling now growing into a strong young tree listens to his laments and complaints.
Instead of carving beautiful decks i weld luges, gloveless to suffer the pangs of pain as the craft is birthed and welcome the burn and the ache as it is payment on a debt.
Gravity is the power that flings stars into each other and holds planetary masses in orbit, it birthed a universe and destroys as well as creates. I use Gravity as a fuel. When i go fast i forget and that few precious seconds of blankness are worth the world to me.
Excuse me if i talk to or email you and i sound obtuse and insane its simply because i am but instead of fighting it i am slowly learning to live with it and i am trying very very hard.
This medium will be an outlet for the babbling and the theories, a catharsis and an excuse.
Gravity Bastard is the new incarnation of the Longboardbuddha that pastoral easy going longboarder happy to roll around espousing his zen and his "wisdom". Many people now know who Longboardbuddha was. He was unreliable at best unable to attach his concentration to anything for long periods due to a number of issues. His love for something one day would turn to hate the next and his favourite deck would end up being given away to some (un)lucky grommet. Skateboarding for Longboardbuddha was watching an old man rub his own shit in his hair in a fracture ward and being threatened with anal rape by East European orderlies in pre-op. Skateboarding was also a solo activity if you please, a battle with the self uncluttered by people around him.
Longboardbuddha was never a friend to many as they couldn't travel the same roads he did. He was late for meets if he ever turned up at all, he talked nonsense most of the time and made promises he couldnt keep (and knew deep down he wouldn't). He would travel miles to sessions and not skate happy to watch other people enjoy the groove he kept for private sessions. He was happy to buy trucks and saw the axles off hiding them away in the workshop, build gorgeous hardwood decks and throw them away. He always looked like he listened but never did he was always thinking about his battle with skateboarding. Longboardbuddha always disappointed people from all walks of life.
In life one always grows and expands/evolves/mutate and gradually dislikes become likes friends become enemies.
Eight straight hours a day meditation lead to limb paralysis and severe back pain. It also lead to the precipice of enlightenment. I actually stood on the edge of the path trod by the Buddha and the wise but this time sheltering from the rain sleeping rough in a bus shelter in South Wales. I held the diamond/lotus in my hand and threw it away scared and unsure. It was there for me and i turned my back on it. The smile on Buddhas face is the realisation that what he sought he already possessed, the anger on mine is that the gift offered was flung back into the void and im not sure if i can get it back.
On that day Longboardbuddha died a death and i picked a new mask of Gravity Bastard. He rides streetluge as he is too scared to ride stand up anymore. For power he took the head of his ulna which he used to insert in decks and powdered it into a glass of strawberry Nesquick thus ingesting his former incarnation. He cares for a memorial tree of the father of a person he never met and the small sapling now growing into a strong young tree listens to his laments and complaints.
Instead of carving beautiful decks i weld luges, gloveless to suffer the pangs of pain as the craft is birthed and welcome the burn and the ache as it is payment on a debt.
Gravity is the power that flings stars into each other and holds planetary masses in orbit, it birthed a universe and destroys as well as creates. I use Gravity as a fuel. When i go fast i forget and that few precious seconds of blankness are worth the world to me.
Excuse me if i talk to or email you and i sound obtuse and insane its simply because i am but instead of fighting it i am slowly learning to live with it and i am trying very very hard.
This medium will be an outlet for the babbling and the theories, a catharsis and an excuse.
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