Sky Runner - The LA Flood Project (sitios de interés)
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Sky Runner, 20
Surfer
level 3
Sky Runner
Sometimes I think of the water as my bro
a great big bro, who lays around a lot
in his own room -- or in his pimped out van
sleeping, he sleeps a lot
except when he's hungry, and then he's famished
And this brother is so great,
Teaches you everything you need to know
like how to throw a football the right way
ride a bike, role a joint
things about women,
the essentials
And he's sleeping in the van
and when he breathes that's the rise and fall
of that great big bro belly
full up on nachos and In N Out animal styles,
and you wish you could just wake him up and tell him
how cool he is.
But you're too afraid
that if he ever woke up
there'd be hell to pay
cause he'd be all confused
and disoriented
and shouting all aggro
what the hell? What the hell? What's going on?
What are you doing here?
Where’s my bong?
Are you stealing my weed?
Who are you?
So you sit there
and you listen to him sleeping
Snoring, dreaming,
This water is so much higher than I've ever seen it
surf advisory here to PV last 10 days
No one should go out
Figured it was a refinery run off
Chemical spill, something,
Saw this school of Dolphins just swimming in circles
birds acting all crazy
Sky that foul color
Ag, man.
Rank
rain not the kind we get down here.
Weirdest things
Bad signs
I don't know how or why
but seems like this brother is
about to wake up.
level 2
Turtlin’ past Will Rogers
Boosted at the Palisades
Anglin past the Archer Angels
Ahoy, mahinas!
Ran a pipeline at UCLA
Carvin by the Bel Air golf club
Cutback around the Beverly Hills Hotel
Catching some heaving at the House of Blues
Cruisin past the Keyclub
Green rooming by
The Roxy, the Whiskey, the Viper
Kamikaze at the Comedy Store
Surfing down Sunset
Shreddin by Hollywood High
Pimpin by the Palladium
Re-entry at Roscoes
But at the Kiddie Hospital,
Dismount,
Ate it.
Pasted.
Chode burn
Rag-dolled
Wipeout
Surfing down Sunset
Ace
level 3
I remember one morning
I went out a little north
Leo Carillo
just a ways off shore
But far enough away from the main surfing hoards
And I was thinking to myself about life
about how all this makes sense and then doesn't
makes sense and then doesn't
and then this betty paddles up to me
strangest thing cause I didn't see her coming
paddles right on up, sits up
like I invited her and after a nod, she just looks around
beaming
God, this is rad, she says.
I nod, kind of knowing what was coming next.
God is rad, she says.
I breathe out a big long sigh cause I get tense when people are covering something up – posers and the like,
and she takes my hand right out of the water and lays it on hers and says
Have you been saved?.
Now I never was the religious kind.
Seems like I'm a waxed board
Religion kinda slips off me like sea water
But you know, I kinda liked the company and all,
Trick is, just about every answer to that question
will get you a sermon
or an invitation to surfing vespers and Sunday morning carve-n-prays
I think of telling her what I really think about all that schwag,
how religion’s like a trip
an acid drop
But instead I just stared out into the water
And said, “probly not.”
She must've seen the black ball
cause she paddled away without saying a word
never saw her again
Now, being out here
Looking at all the shit on the shore
like the sewers of the city just dumped out everything they had on the beach
like the trash formed its own pipeline and then smashed to the ground
And it's not just trash but bodies too, people and animals, young and old
and I realize that now I can answer her question in the affirmative
yeah, I've been saved
Only I'm pretty sure -- that pretty little nicorico on her designer board
wasn't talking about this kind of saving
the kind that leaves you alone after the apocalypse
the kind that leaves you in a perma-lull staring at the shore
with no desire
to ever ride back in.
-- MCM
Surfer
level 3
Sky Runner
Sometimes I think of the water as my bro
a great big bro, who lays around a lot
in his own room -- or in his pimped out van
sleeping, he sleeps a lot
except when he's hungry, and then he's famished
And this brother is so great,
Teaches you everything you need to know
like how to throw a football the right way
ride a bike, role a joint
things about women,
the essentials
And he's sleeping in the van
and when he breathes that's the rise and fall
of that great big bro belly
full up on nachos and In N Out animal styles,
and you wish you could just wake him up and tell him
how cool he is.
But you're too afraid
that if he ever woke up
there'd be hell to pay
cause he'd be all confused
and disoriented
and shouting all aggro
what the hell? What the hell? What's going on?
What are you doing here?
Where’s my bong?
Are you stealing my weed?
Who are you?
So you sit there
and you listen to him sleeping
Snoring, dreaming,
This water is so much higher than I've ever seen it
surf advisory here to PV last 10 days
No one should go out
Figured it was a refinery run off
Chemical spill, something,
Saw this school of Dolphins just swimming in circles
birds acting all crazy
Sky that foul color
Ag, man.
Rank
rain not the kind we get down here.
Weirdest things
Bad signs
I don't know how or why
but seems like this brother is
about to wake up.
level 2
Turtlin’ past Will Rogers
Boosted at the Palisades
Anglin past the Archer Angels
Ahoy, mahinas!
Ran a pipeline at UCLA
Carvin by the Bel Air golf club
Cutback around the Beverly Hills Hotel
Catching some heaving at the House of Blues
Cruisin past the Keyclub
Green rooming by
The Roxy, the Whiskey, the Viper
Kamikaze at the Comedy Store
Surfing down Sunset
Shreddin by Hollywood High
Pimpin by the Palladium
Re-entry at Roscoes
But at the Kiddie Hospital,
Dismount,
Ate it.
Pasted.
Chode burn
Rag-dolled
Wipeout
Surfing down Sunset
Ace
level 3
I remember one morning
I went out a little north
Leo Carillo
just a ways off shore
But far enough away from the main surfing hoards
And I was thinking to myself about life
about how all this makes sense and then doesn't
makes sense and then doesn't
and then this betty paddles up to me
strangest thing cause I didn't see her coming
paddles right on up, sits up
like I invited her and after a nod, she just looks around
beaming
God, this is rad, she says.
I nod, kind of knowing what was coming next.
God is rad, she says.
I breathe out a big long sigh cause I get tense when people are covering something up – posers and the like,
and she takes my hand right out of the water and lays it on hers and says
Have you been saved?.
Now I never was the religious kind.
Seems like I'm a waxed board
Religion kinda slips off me like sea water
But you know, I kinda liked the company and all,
Trick is, just about every answer to that question
will get you a sermon
or an invitation to surfing vespers and Sunday morning carve-n-prays
I think of telling her what I really think about all that schwag,
how religion’s like a trip
an acid drop
But instead I just stared out into the water
And said, “probly not.”
She must've seen the black ball
cause she paddled away without saying a word
never saw her again
Now, being out here
Looking at all the shit on the shore
like the sewers of the city just dumped out everything they had on the beach
like the trash formed its own pipeline and then smashed to the ground
And it's not just trash but bodies too, people and animals, young and old
and I realize that now I can answer her question in the affirmative
yeah, I've been saved
Only I'm pretty sure -- that pretty little nicorico on her designer board
wasn't talking about this kind of saving
the kind that leaves you alone after the apocalypse
the kind that leaves you in a perma-lull staring at the shore
with no desire
to ever ride back in.
-- MCM