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.
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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
How to make love to thirty-three famous women and not die
The first trick is to stay alive for 40 years. Do not under any circumstance commit suicide; succumb to a terminal illness; drive an automobile by carelessness over a sheer cliff; or get murdered by a thief, disgruntled loner, enemy combatant, or jealous spouse. Begin making love to famous women when you turn 14 …
When you spot a famous woman in person, make love to her by any means necessary, in a manner that will satisfy both of you to your cores. Do not hesitate. Do not inundate her with minutiae concerning your more arcane or boring interests. Do not let her bore you with her minutiae. Do not act as if she is a space alien from a more advanced planet, unless you are from that planet, too. Do not pour your thoughts and feelings out like water from a tap … Who values tap water? Let her discover your heart and mind at her own pace. She will be thankful to have met such a judicious individual …
Cultivate fearlessness in your pursuit of the love of famous women, even in cases where that love is likely to destroy you completely. Rather than cling desperately to such destructive love for fear of its loss, allow it to blow itself up again and again, letting it go each time in order that it might rise from its own ashes, before grasping it once more …
In Korea, famous women tend to operate as teams. To preserve the harmony of the team, it’s imperative that you make love to all of them, though not necessarily all at once. You will have favourites, but you mustn’t play favourites unless you want the whole enterprise to blow up in your stupid face. The head that sticks above the others gets lopped off …
Some famous women are gals. Do you know what I mean? In their presence you’ll throw the word gal around willy-nilly. You’ll throw the following words around willy-nilly: reckon, darlin’, baby, y’all, come, back, now, y’hear, willy-nilly. Y’won’t feel artificial doing this. You’ll feel like a 100% natural person. A gal’ll make you feel good and natural all over. Just standing there, winking, she’ll make love seem like a joke you’re in on. Here’s what you do: without breaking the spell of your autonomous sensory meridian response, tell her that you’re undecided about whether to worship God or Satan. Watch sparks fly like the Fourth of July …
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: 
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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 ?
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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)



When you spot a famous woman in person, make love to her by any means necessary, in a manner that will satisfy both of you to your cores. Do not hesitate. Do not inundate her with minutiae concerning your more arcane or boring interests. Do not let her bore you with her minutiae. Do not act as if she is a space alien from a more advanced planet, unless you are from that planet, too. Do not pour your thoughts and feelings out like water from a tap … Who values tap water? Let her discover your heart and mind at her own pace. She will be thankful to have met such a judicious individual …
Cultivate fearlessness in your pursuit of the love of famous women, even in cases where that love is likely to destroy you completely. Rather than cling desperately to such destructive love for fear of its loss, allow it to blow itself up again and again, letting it go each time in order that it might rise from its own ashes, before grasping it once more …
In Korea, famous women tend to operate as teams. To preserve the harmony of the team, it’s imperative that you make love to all of them, though not necessarily all at once. You will have favourites, but you mustn’t play favourites unless you want the whole enterprise to blow up in your stupid face. The head that sticks above the others gets lopped off …
Some famous women are gals. Do you know what I mean? In their presence you’ll throw the word gal around willy-nilly. You’ll throw the following words around willy-nilly: reckon, darlin’, baby, y’all, come, back, now, y’hear, willy-nilly. Y’won’t feel artificial doing this. You’ll feel like a 100% natural person. A gal’ll make you feel good and natural all over. Just standing there, winking, she’ll make love seem like a joke you’re in on. Here’s what you do: without breaking the spell of your autonomous sensory meridian response, tell her that you’re undecided about whether to worship God or Satan. Watch sparks fly like the Fourth of July …