Dec 2, 2025
Kobra Kid reading a snuff mag in the Na Na Na music video
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Kobra Kid reading a snuff mag in the Na Na Na music video
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I saw these guys on a station, and they were constantly talking about hunting and how hunters used to put their prey on a hood. And one of them was like "oh that gotta be so fun for a prey to riding on a hood", and the other was like, "wanna try?"
And now they are tying him to the car like
What the fuck
Safe zones for approaching/leaving a helicopter
I wish I can tell you what’s going in that skull of his. No seriously that thing is like empty empty
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Sometimes even in a fight, you gotta flex on em.
sandpups growing up scrambling up onto the back of motorbikes and crawling into the trunk of vans and cars. curling up with kids from other crews on top of caravans or huddled around fires while crashqueens and rebels and killjoys get wasted on cheap alcohol and sing and fight and dance. aging amongst the sand and stars, praying to the witch for fresh water, digging for cactus roots in the dirt and sharing sweets amongst one another. adorning each other's faces in paint and teaching one another to braid and sew and make bracelets to trade for food. childhood memories existing as a blur of market stalls and neon paint and blood, the roaring of engines and the sound of gunfire muffled from the electric music pouring from a crackly car speaker.