hahaha - hey all you eccentric angry ranters out there, I just noticed this in my Slide Magazine #14, article Anything But Three (you'll have to read the article to get the context):
..."Swaylocks.com, a strange message board filled with a cast of eccentric, underground surfboard builders who would post long angry rants about the state of surfing but also nurture a newbie's first foray into surfboard shaping."
No arguing here......I think that sums us up perfectly. .
LOL, that's what I thought too! Its just sometimes a bit of a jolt to hear the outside (surfing) world describe your social circle in those less-than-flattering terms. IIRC, the article was talking about the early 90's, but I think it hasn't changed much...
nothing unflattering about “strange” and “eccentric”
And this is supposed to be made into a surfboard.......I rest my case. Look at the little plants and shit in the background...no wonder people think were looney..we are.
You are what you eat. So be it.
and you were what you $hit
LOL
Here I sit, broken hearted…
Howzit Greg,I thought it was you shit what you eat ,at least that's how my body works. Gotta admit the message is appropriate to us Swaylockians. Aloha,Kokua
ah, that one’s ideal for a compsand, with seal skin of course!
cheers,
a vent at the edge of a sub universe
serving as an appendix for the digestive tract
of primordial soul food eaten collectively
by disinfranchised subcultural refugees
on an ongoing quest for experiential
aqueous alternatives to middle atmosphere.
…ambrose…
cryptic luncheon/ anyone?
would you lika seat by da window?
or a bench by da door?
a quick easy exit
gets you to da beach
to check the waves…
ok herbie 1st then balsa bill
then john mellor then doc
and any body else take a turn
only alternate coasts to avoid arguments
or detection by the surf/mind police…
kokua anytime
lake mead
the big trim glide ona floater…
swaylocks?
whazzat?
a new planet.
so after sleeping for a few hours
my xtra conncious informed me
that "swaylocks is a rhetorical
question answered in real time
by the real concerned peripherals."
…ambrose…
peripherals- inhabitants just outside the
clear focus of the visual plane confind
betwixt the blinders installed
by contemporary popular litarature.
Tblank, that brought back a laugh, I hadn’t heard that in a while. Probably speaks to the company I keep.
Here I sit / broken hearted / come to sh*t / and only farted.
Is there more to this? perhaps I shall google it.
It’s close to the following… which I find peculiarly Hawaii-an
I wuz hea,
and hea I wuz .Wuz I here?
Yes I wuz.
Sharkcountry and a few others may recognize this. Anyone remember "I love my skull" on the overpass up behind Roosevelt? Or Velma Ko's phone number in just about every public restroom in town? "Ritmo Warrior" back in the 70's?
Honolulu, that’s the whole phrase as near as I can remember and yeah it speaks of the immature mind. Makes me think I can maybe stay younger. Dig Da Island version.Now, whea was I??? Oh yeah got a square to spare? Bettah make it two squares, I got one big okole!