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Age doesn’t matter, backgrounds don’t matter, nothing matters. You have four teammates, they can be anybody, and you either know how to click with them or you don’t. 

Bill Simmons

On the scene, comin’ so clean, 24 inches stay O.B. (?) watchin’ movies on my screen, fittin’ them corners as I lean I got woofers in my trunk, 6 by 9 bump it in the back in the hood, cheap and good, proofin’ (?) that wood, sippin’ on yak
Candy paint makin’ you busters faint when I pull up on the block women gon’ jock, always wanna be seen cos my rims don’t stop spinnin’ round all over town from Blackhaven (?) to the mound puttin’ it down, steady pumpin’ out them sounds from the underground
Ballin’ hard gotta stay on my guard, watchin’ them haters go breakin’ them laws, pardon me as I pause cos they be hatin’ the most trippin’ up all this action that I’m gettin’ from these gold-diggers ready to get inside and take a ride down the road wit’ us
To the hotel, I gotta stay by my mail (?), always on the grind never to hard to find, I’m gonna shine, I’m about gettin’ mine takin’ my time, stayin’ on top of this game, keepin’ away from you lame clownin’ you busters with them thangs, it’s so amazing, mane
[CHORUS:]We ride Escalade with the TVs all up in it We sittin on chrome blades buffed out with the windows tinted Every time I stop I know my rims keep on spinnin’, it looks (so amazing, so so amazing)
We ride brand-new Benz pimped out with Muhammad Ali’s (?) A young G kid on a bit by a six topped off with a chrome feed (??) Every time I stop I know my rims keep on spinnin’, it looks (so amazing, so so amazing)
I’m crushin’ all the spots, I’m the cleanest thing on the lot in a big-boy Benz on the campaign with the convertible top system loud, I done created a crowd, they wanna look up inside all up in my ride, 24 inches on my feet (?) won’t let me hide
Women choosin’ tryin’ to flag me down but I’m never gon’ stop I can’t waste no time with a wanna-be trick that’s pullin’ up on my jock cos I’m clean, muggin’ me, ballin’ through with the bass up loud haters wanna jack but they know I be strapped and they don’t wanna face that blau
Tryin’ to follow me close but I be yose I’m losing the fools every time (?)  mad at me cos I shine, I stay on the grind, and they wanna come and take mine they must be outta they minds, I stay flyin’, swoopin’ from lane to lane deep in this game, I stay on them thangs, ready to scatter yo brain (?) Creepin’ through the hood burnin’ wood, keepin’ that smoke & stout (?) navigation system leadin’ me straight to yo baby mama’s house ain’t my fault that she shows up, you know how they act when you on them thangs ain’t it a shame, we comin’ so fresh in this game, it’s so amazing, mane
[CHORUS]
Rollin’ down the strip and I’m trippin’ on busters who wish they could come this clean blowin’ green, pimpin’ out all them broads that wanna play on my team wishin’ that they could be down but I know better they just wanna drive my truck can’t let ‘em ride cos they gon’ mess up the inside, I’m leavin’em stranded & stuck
Fifteens in the back and they bumpin’ so hard, I’m pushin’em far as they go as far as I know when I’m pullin’ up on the scene I mean I own the show Rims spinnin’ keepin them ladies grinnin’ plus they know I’m winnin’ Lean back so I can run up on the curb, guess I’m standin’ fillin’
Corners in that Escalade, always got to get paid, and I’m so hard to fade I know you suckas gon’ hate, try to run up in yo spray (?) tryin’ to keep me from shinin’ cos I be blindin’ with them chrome wheels look at it from the front, man I’m stuntin’ with that chrome rim Runnin’ on Ville Street (?) packin’ that heat, I keep it under my seat I know they be on the creep ridin’ deep but they never catch me sleep stayin’ on my beez always keep my Gs close in this game Comin’ so fresh it’s a shame on them thangs, it’s so amazing, mane 
— Patrick Hall View high resolution

On the scene, comin’ so clean, 24 inches stay O.B. (?)
watchin’ movies on my screen, fittin’ them corners as I lean
I got woofers in my trunk, 6 by 9 bump it in the back
in the hood, cheap and good, proofin’ (?) that wood, sippin’ on yak

Candy paint makin’ you busters faint when I pull up on the block
women gon’ jock, always wanna be seen cos my rims don’t stop
spinnin’ round all over town from Blackhaven (?) to the mound
puttin’ it down, steady pumpin’ out them sounds from the underground

Ballin’ hard gotta stay on my guard, watchin’ them haters go
breakin’ them laws, pardon me as I pause cos they be hatin’ the most
trippin’ up all this action that I’m gettin’ from these gold-diggers
ready to get inside and take a ride down the road wit’ us

To the hotel, I gotta stay by my mail (?), always on the grind
never to hard to find, I’m gonna shine, I’m about gettin’ mine
takin’ my time, stayin’ on top of this game, keepin’ away from you lame
clownin’ you busters with them thangs, it’s so amazing, mane

[CHORUS:]
We ride Escalade
with the TVs all up in it
We sittin on chrome blades
buffed out with the windows tinted
Every time I stop I know my rims keep on spinnin’, it looks
(so amazing, so so amazing)

We ride brand-new Benz
pimped out with Muhammad Ali’s (?)
A young G kid on a bit by a six topped off with a chrome feed (??)
Every time I stop I know my rims keep on spinnin’, it looks
(so amazing, so so amazing)

I’m crushin’ all the spots, I’m the cleanest thing on the lot
in a big-boy Benz on the campaign with the convertible top
system loud, I done created a crowd, they wanna look up inside
all up in my ride, 24 inches on my feet (?) won’t let me hide

Women choosin’ tryin’ to flag me down but I’m never gon’ stop
I can’t waste no time with a wanna-be trick that’s pullin’ up on my jock
cos I’m clean, muggin’ me, ballin’ through with the bass up loud
haters wanna jack but they know I be strapped and they don’t wanna face that blau

Tryin’ to follow me close but I be yose I’m losing the fools every time (?) 
mad at me cos I shine, I stay on the grind, and they wanna come and take mine
they must be outta they minds, I stay flyin’, swoopin’ from lane to lane
deep in this game, I stay on them thangs, ready to scatter yo brain (?)

Creepin’ through the hood burnin’ wood, keepin’ that smoke & stout (?)
navigation system leadin’ me straight to yo baby mama’s house
ain’t my fault that she shows up, you know how they act when you on them thangs
ain’t it a shame, we comin’ so fresh in this game, it’s so amazing, mane

[CHORUS]

Rollin’ down the strip and I’m trippin’ on busters who wish they could come this clean
blowin’ green, pimpin’ out all them broads that wanna play on my team
wishin’ that they could be down but I know better they just wanna drive my truck
can’t let ‘em ride cos they gon’ mess up the inside, I’m leavin’em stranded & stuck

Fifteens in the back and they bumpin’ so hard, I’m pushin’em far as they go
as far as I know when I’m pullin’ up on the scene I mean I own the show
Rims spinnin’ keepin them ladies grinnin’ plus they know I’m winnin’
Lean back so I can run up on the curb, guess I’m standin’ fillin’

Corners in that Escalade, always got to get paid, and I’m so hard to fade I know you suckas gon’ hate, try to run up in yo spray (?)
tryin’ to keep me from shinin’ cos I be blindin’ with them chrome wheels
look at it from the front, man I’m stuntin’ with that chrome rim 

Runnin’ on Ville Street (?) packin’ that heat, I keep it under my seat
I know they be on the creep ridin’ deep but they never catch me sleep
stayin’ on my beez always keep my Gs close in this game
Comin’ so fresh it’s a shame on them thangs, it’s so amazing, mane 

Patrick Hall

How to make love to thirty-three famous women and not die

for optimum health, remember the four food groups:

1.  leafy greens
2.  flaming carrots
3.  foie gras
4.  couscous

file under Things That Work:  propaganda, hands

der-wanderer-uber-dem-nebelmeer:

“Have you ever thought about what hands can do?”

The Balloonist: Mindfulness Meditation

favourite part about this school of meditation, so far:  its attitude toward distractions, which are treated as things not to block out but rather to absorb into one’s overall calm awareness — which is not to say that you shouldn’t put your fucking phone away.  Needless to say, Kevin Huizenga is still one of the brightest and best and most useful cartoonists: 


Wza-y’ei is a word for the negative conceptual space left surrounding a positive concept, the class of things larger than thought, being what thought excludes.… A force which defines; lends significance to its receptacle as with the hand in the glove; wind in mill-vanes; the guest or the trespasser crossing a threshold and giving it meaning.”Dho-hna.”  How could I have forgotten ? … The wza-y’ei of this is, of course, that the future extrudes a curtailing force into the present.It comes to me that, in reality, I am a memory of myself, trudging a memory of Court Street, this construct encysted within a much larger yr nhhngr where I’m already in Clinton Street, near the pachinko arcade, almost home.

                — Alan Moore, captions from Neonomicon 

PHOTOGRAPH:  Rio de Janeiro, 10 Feb 2013 (Christophe Simon/AFP/Getty Images) View high resolution

Wza-y’ei is a word for the negative conceptual space left surrounding a positive concept, the class of things larger than thought, being what thought excludes.



A force which defines; lends significance to its receptacle as with the hand in the glove; wind in mill-vanes; the guest or the trespasser crossing a threshold and giving it meaning.

Dho-hna.”  How could I have forgotten ?



The wza-y’ei of this is, of course, that the future extrudes a curtailing force into the present.

It comes to me that, in reality, I am a memory of myself, trudging a memory of Court Street, this construct encysted within a much larger yr nhhngr where I’m already in Clinton Street, near the pachinko arcade, almost home.

                — Alan Moore, captions from Neonomicon

PHOTOGRAPH: 
Rio de Janeiro, 10 Feb 2013 (Christophe Simon/AFP/Getty Images)

(Source: Boston.com)

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