1. I can’t help but feel the urge to say, Only in America do we have the ridiculous privilege to state how much we hate ourselves and our bodies. In most countries and cultures, existing in moderate comfort is an outlandish dream. A bed to sleep in, food a few times a day, clean drinking water, a shitty job to go earn money at; all pretty cushy attributes in a world view of life. We need less commercials, less content creators selling us paradise, less technology, less mirrors, and more existence. Exist and enjoy. Your existence is not a promise to be kept. Promises aren’t real things. Don’t be a spoiled child. Your comfort is on no list of importance. Just enjoy the few things that keep you busy and self motivated. The comforts you stumble upon will be sweeter and the rest you get will be more sound.

    Stop being a child. The world is not your parents. No one owes you anything. Self reflection is good. But you have to pull your head out of your ass every once in awhile. The putrid smell of your body breaking down every horrible thing you take in is not air. Come up for air.

     

  2. Can you get a blowjob, a foot massage, and a back massage at the same time? If so, what would be the ticket price for that experience?

     

  3. I had a dream that I had sex with a plant I think. Metaphor? unsure.

     
  4. Some hip hop producers are real artists, some are garbage. 

     
     
  5. darksideoftheshroom:

    suicidewatch:

    Bad Brains, 1979

    hes so hot

    he’s so homophobic.

    (via trashhtalk)

     
  6. q tip, Q TIP,  Q TIP IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE HIP HOP ARTISTS.

     
     
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  8. I can move to New Zealand if I can find a publisher for my novel. New fire lit under my ass to push this bastard into the right hands.

     
  9. coming out at some point in the future.

     
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