[spitey]

oh well. out of truth comes sadness. i feel i have let you all down , with my shameful secret. i must walk this dark path alone or maybe with shellshock if he so wishes to join me. we can seek out new shit shoes to wear. to skip freely together, holding hands. yeah `the shit shoe data base`

[DasBill]

Sorry Spite, we dont have a thread for you and ShellShock labeled: Today I'll mostly be wearing shit adidas!

[Shellshock]

You know what Spitey, they all talk a good game but I reckon it’s all just macho posturing and trying to look hard on the internet. Lads, admit it, the joy you used to get from popping the tags on a boxfresh pair just ain’t there anymore. I’m right aren’t I? Even the Supes you’ve spent years tracking down, your Holy Grail, The Numero Uno, they just doesn’t give you that same feeling like they used to. You’re just going through the motions Missionary-Man style but the passion, the excitement, it’s all gone. You’re all played out and right now you need something else in your life. Something new and exciting to achieve that same euphoric high.

That’s where the supermodified comes in. You secretly buy a pair. You put them on. It feels good. I mean, really good. Why? Because it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. It’s shameful. It’s the love that dare not speak it’s name. It’s your dirty little secret. You know you really shouldn’t but you can’t help it. Once again you get that elusive high you’ve been searching so long for. Life is good again.

Secretly, perhaps even subconsciously, you all want the Supermodified, you covet it, you lust after it. You just don’t know it yet. Many of you won’t ever have the conviction, honesty or guts to admit it to yourselves but for those that do, it’s a life changing experience you’ll never forget. Search your feelings, you know it to be true. Come. Join us...

[streak]

no..

[DasBill]

See, if yer had some kind of buffet too, id be sold, but personally id turn you away like so many disappointed gypseys and jehovah's witnesses that come to me door

[cracky]

Nah, yer allright fella, there's no two ways about it, they are shit!

[Shellshock]

You’re just slaves and Mr. P is your overseer. Nah, even slaves had the bottle to runaway sometimes, you lot are more like sheep, mindless creatures unable to think for yourselves. I bet when pressed half of you couldn’t even say in your own words why the supermodified is actually considered a steaming pile of poo-poo, you’re just blindly following fashion. :p

Me and Spitey, we’re too cool for school. We’re anti-establishment. We worship at a different altar. We won’t conform to the stereotypical supe collector label and we’re not going to be pigeonholed. We’re punk rock. We stick two fingers up to your conformist Vins and your 35ths and proudly say “Yes! I am a donkey-raping shit-eater and I do love supermodifieds” because we don’t give a fuck what you think and we don’t crave your acceptance or approval. Honest.

[DasBill]

guy, you should write Gordon Brown's speeches!

On a more serious note s'mods aint right, they got their "look at me, i am sporting equipment but im also a fashion statement, i dont know what i freaking am!" thing about em and as far as conformity with Pure as the fuhrer goes, i think me n samo blew that somewhat out of the water last night through various tauntings and hole digging

[jam]

'DICKHEAD' probably had some supermodifieds too, probably used em as dancing shoes. He can join you two. You can form a crew. The three muskateers.

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shit I forgot the supermods were equipment tingies too. Even worse than I thought. FFS...

[Shellshock]

On a more serious note s'mods aint right, they got their "look at me, i am sporting equipment but im also a fashion statement, i dont know what i freaking am!

You need to try and imagine a time before the internet made it all so easy. When collecting shoes actually meant working for your collection. It meant spending considerable time and effort physically tracking shoes down and going to get them. Persuading shop owners to let you into the stock rooms of their shops to seek out any old deadstock they might have lying around in a dusty corner. All that type of shit. I still buy most of my shoes in this way, from shops. I love that buzz as much as the shoes themselves.
There was no clicky clicky on your mouse and 2 days later postie's at your gate with a box in his hand. In those days finding a pair of supes of any description was a great find, supermodified or not. If everyone else post up a picture of the shoes they were rockin in the 80's and 90's I reckon half of you'd be crying out for a pair of supermods. They'd be dope compared to some of the other shizzle that'd be on display. Maybe.