This is the result of 20 years taking bad decisions and fake smiles.
We tried fitting in- cut the hair, wore the button-ups, clocked in like good little robots.
Every fucking day, dragging our souls through a system that never wanted us.
But guess what?
We’re not prototypes.
We are the bug that never gets fixed, the noise that never
quiets.
We weren’t born to please; we were born to annoy, to
unsettle, to shout with worn-out soles, to scrape concrete
with our bodies and give meaning back to what has none.
We are the bastard child of punk and the streets — raw,
unfiltered, no plan B, no money.
We don’t sell boards, we sculpt rage. Every graphic is a kick
to boredom’s face; every shape, a weapon for those who won’t
give up. It’s not for fame, hype, or glamour — We’re the glitch.
We’re tired. Tired of the bullshit cycle: wake up, work, sleep, repeat – until you die.
And that’s why VoidThis™ exist.
Were here for the misfits- the restless, the renegades, the awkward, the geeks.
Weve lost it all:
Marriages.
Mind.
Jobs that mean nothing.
We’ve been to the edge.
Some jumped.
Some crawled back.
But our souls? Still burning, still laud - Hotter than hell.
So, yea… we’ve got nothing left to lose.
That’s our power.
VoidThis™ MOTHERFUCKERS.
Take it or leave it.
because We don’t sell boards, we sculpt rage. Every graphic is a kick
to boredom’s face; every shape, a weapon for those who won’t
give up. We don’t believe in clean progress; we believe in evolution
with scars, in falling as part of the process, and failure as
freedom.
We don’t want to be part of the
industry; we aim to destroy it from within, laughing all the
way.
VOID THIS™ is for those who live on the edge, for those who make
art out of what others discard, for those who film, skate,
edit, and breathe without asking permission. For those who
bleed and try again. For those who will never fit in because
they know that’s a gift.
We are fire on wheels. We are the streets with no map.
IGNITE.
‘Cause We have nothing to LOSE.
