Tuesday, March 2, 2010


the cars on fire and there's no driver at the wheel. and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides. a dark wind blows. the government is corrupt. there were all so many drugs with radio on and the curtains drawn. were trapped in the belly of this horrible machine. and the machine is bleeding to death. the sun has fallen down and the billboards are all leering and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles. it went like this. the buildings tumbled in on themselves. mothers clutching babies. picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. the skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards. everything washed in a thin orange haze. these are truely the last days. we fell into it. like a daydream. or a fever.-godspeedyoublackemperor

high in the hills we found what we were looking for. endless backcountry terrain and urban obstacles seated deep and steep. i think this is the closest we can get to nuclear gnar. especially after all the grim legends and haunted tales. the blackbirds circle in pockets above mounds of snow and buildings decay. pushing further and further from the resort our ghost town has brought new awareness to how we spend our day to slay. from the bear hibernating in the basement of the house weve been using as a wall ride to the government issued toxic land advisory, there is always another skeleton in its closet. get in, get scared, get building, get to shred, get out....dont get caught.

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