Sunday, February 28, 2010


Holy fucking crap that orca whale just jumped the fuck out of the water. All the goddamn way out of the fucking water where he lives and knows how to move and exist and was in the air like a giant panda fish bird. I think that orca made an interesting point, which is. Hey, I am awesome and giant and can do some crazy shit. Good for me. Dont put me in a pool anymore or I will grab a hold of your pony tail and kill you. Obviously I am pretty fucking smart and if you ever want to have a discussion with me in my native tongue, which is huge, about how to kill seals I will smash your theories into tiny shards. I am an orca whale, dont put me in a pool.

Vegetable Boy IV


The world is made out of people. I know that by now, the vegetable boy said to himself. This could only take place on a Sunday he thought. Under the influence. Some people are jerks and most are little jerks. The snow outside is melting. Throwing it in balls is most satisfactory. Reading and writing and running around and what built the library but it certainly took more than one day to do so. Especially the way those people move. So unorthodox. I will wait right here until I see the results I desire. But dont say the desired results. Say the titties is out. Oh and how out they were indeed. All over the internet. Oh yes and of course the library is my church. Obviously. And of course alcohol is linked with the religious experience. The active versus the contemplative life. Beef and having it. One of the precursors must be that it is for no good reason at all. Which luckily, it isn't. I was boorish and offensive, inexplicably so if it weren't for all that whiskey and angst. Whiskey and pickles. Whiskey and coupons. All alone it has no power what so eva. For eva.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Oh No! Everything's Fine


There is a difference between doing nothing and doing something. Even if the outcomes are the same. Even if for one person doing nothing looks exactly like doing something or vice versa. The reason for this is, everybody is different AND wasted time is always the same. It is decided in the upper brainal cravity. Probed by each individual. You must value your stockholders. Mother and Father both. My old dead dog visited me in my sleepy state last night. Was sitting right next to me in the crook of my legs. He was protecting me from the loneliness, the snowstorm and all the strange sounds of it. He was a great great dog. There will never be another one like him. Still it is snowing. I am thinking of brussel sprouts. There is a little vegetable boy in all of us. At all times. In all places, and all states. I am restavek, you are restavek. We are the world. Love is all you need. Because it doesnt have to make sense and it doesnt have to look good. People dont have to like it. Most people wont. But they will slip up. The will soften. And the ones that are hardest. The hearts. They are the ones who will crack the easiest. You cant spend your whole life being one thing and decide to be the other. It will be decided for you. Patience is a virtue.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Jadakiss More CIP


Jadakiss - Knock
Uploaded by vida-loco.

CIP (Case in Point)

Objectification of Women; When it comes to rap videos, nobody does it better

Vegetable Boy III


The boy boiled brussle sprouts, their buoyancy belied their bold flavor. Before consuming the boy washed his hands. To them he announced, ladies and germs of the gentlecourt. Denizens of the cracks and wrinkles in these, my hands, I will now flush you out. You are dirty and you are bad. So the boy plunged the top of the soap dispenser down and the pneumatic squirt of antimicrobrial goo was deposited into his open left palm. Hot water was turned on and the boy began to sluice the water between his two hands, rubbing them against each other according to the unique patterns of his own physioligy. Physiology. Then his throat hurt and he remembered to talk more. Then his chode hurt and he remembered to be more grounded. His brussel sprouts were steaming so he turned off the faucet and put them on a plate. He ate them.

southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

Outkast - Player's Ball from BE Harper on Vimeo.



U know I do some shit mo different that I useda

Monday, February 22, 2010

E-40

janelle monae

Phenomenal Handclap Band

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Snoop State of Mind

Gangsta Lov

Snoop Dogg - Gangsta Luv (ft. The Dream) from OJMovies on Vimeo.

Vegetable Boy II


So the boy drank water and the boy ate vegetables and the boy ate almonds. That is because he had eyes in the shape of almonds. Then all of the sudden, as if unexpectedly the boy sprouted legs that wanted to go for a walk. The sun, he reasoned, probably would not stay up all day because that would defeat the purpose of a time keeper that had to go away at regular intervals to ensure those who measured would be reassured by its continuity. If it were always there we would be miserable. The boys dreams could tell the future. So he took a walk through the park. The wilderness even. Phone in hand he blabbed and in return was blabbed at, the blabbing was mutual and lovely. The fresh air and increased heart rate resulted in the wonderful sensation of not feeling so sick. He was enlivened. He returned to a house of strangers. He was ok with that, happy? Lets not get carried away. Then he sat down with a soup in front of the computer screen and watched TV. It was lovely. The world was lovely. Pisses and shits are lovely. There is much to be done in the coming weeks. It may seem like a big waste of time but nobody said it would be easy. Sometimes being there is enough

Vegetable Boy


Once upon a time there was a boy and all he did all day was sit around his apartment and eat vegetables. Oh vegetables, steamed and raw with sauce on them sometimes and sometimes with no sauce at all. And everything seemed to be gravity in the world of the boy. But there was one little silly billy problem. He had a headache as big as the whole stars and other such things that are comparable to a headache of 15 beer proportions. So the boy struggled and struggled. He made so many vegetables in the attempts of getting his headache to go away under the symptoms of their healthiness. It was of a big nothing because this was a headache of a sticky nature. Sticking to the inside of the boys brain and mind, his soul and spirit. He had talks with people on the phones in his hand and he had water. Oh the water he had. Big bottle of water refill and refill again and dont you ever stop. So he put on movies and watched them til the end of time. A glorious day blazed outside. It was sunny is what I mean by that. But to no avail, the sun was shining for no one that day.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Auquaponics; Fuck Yeah!




www.backyardaquaponics.com

Ok, everybody just settle down. Stop being such a child. But think of all the things you can grow. And fish! and you can have chickens outside and invite all your friends over for dinner with food you grew and your kids will grow up and you will be rich and in the future people will be like wow your awesome cause your ahead of your time and australians! no, breath dude, its ok. This is seriously awesome though, I need it.

nytimes article

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Y Would U Sell Flowers In A Fish Market?



Lets b serious, in these days and at this time. People all over the world, they are rich and poor. But it does not seem to stop. The time that is. There are many different ways to chop it up. European and sun based, the dial and the diligent ant turning out leaf mulch day in and out. Visions of Johannesburg. I need me a motherfucking sunshine vacation. But we all only have 24 hours in a day. Devote it to something you love. Do what you love, love what you do. Theres more to this than me and you. 36x36, tall and slim and honest. Heaven points. It all comes down to profits, profits are down, overhead is unknown, expenditures are high. You gotta spend moneys to make moneys. Grammar, Alabama. Womens intuition. Iniuts. Seal skin. Your ____ is gonna be ok. Yes! Defenses down, message recieved, Love, leave, defense back up. Productivity. Key terms. Artichoke, green marble chess board with Buddha head (male and female aspects) as King n' Queen, Jay-Z volunteering in a cancer for kids center, short Seattle buildings I love, New Yorks complex endless downtown scene, school, desks with chairs attached, familiar old faces I never befriended. All the wrong decisions, all the right reasons, all the long term reliance on others is an investment. The year of the tiger is a bad year to take risks for tigers.

Alabama rapper: Attitude

Attitude – First Things First from Motion Family on Vimeo.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Thought Conglomrate



Considering my relative awesomenes in comparison with the lameness of school and work my achievements are indubidubly astronomical. With these parameters in conscious dictation its unrelentingly aforementioned that the jobless rate in Seattle is a variant. This is due to rampent laziness and or hippiness in that community. But for laughs let us point out that Portland is not included. Hahahaha, hippies. Therefore lots of LA is unemployed and so is Florida. That is because it is nice there and if one cannot get a job and be rich inside it is easier to be broke, tan and outside. I however am not familiar with this south hemispherian mind state and am strictly a north urban baller. Therefore I moved to New York to 'Get Mines' and will cavalcade the cavalry in April when the weathers is nascently copacetic.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Puppy Bowl

If I'm ever on CNN which I undoubtedly will be. I will say things that are both deep and relevant, or to be more prompt; concise and intelligble. For the effect, I will speak in an english accent. Not a posh one though, but a broke cockney accent. That way the average people will understand me and do as I say. "Invest in the BRIC's guvnah' I'll say. Then people will buy Brazilian cell phone companies stock in bulk. Anyways. I would like to apologize in advance if this video bores you but I will be including more of these as I try to get rich. Hopefully when I do achieve ballinness it will be somewhere between the rap and basketball videos posted earlier and crap like this. Foreign Currency Exchange Tutorial Video Slam Dunk Yadadada Talkin' Bout! Who Dat? Me Dat.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

junk food is my mind


Beer, whiskety, fritos, mad men; Saturday. Night time. Very cold out, a snow storm averted but still there are some flakes on the ground blowing around in the cold cold wind. Well, I knew when I walked in the joint something was a little wonky. I knew it was a rip off, sold the wrong product and I enjoyed it, was fooled, fell into the same one two pattern that I had the last time, I didnt know any better, perhaps it looked bad
oh don draper, you look bad.
all he knows how to do is part his hair, he can anything but love, mostly hair product I think.
back to me getting ripped off. While I was leaving I saw that there was a 24 pack of delicious and reliable blue moon for the same price I purchased these here fritos and growler of delicious beer. Yes I must admit it is good beer. And perhaps this is a sign that I am becoming the person that I aspire to be via my purchases. That is the meaning of purchases isnt it, the coming to fruition of ones aspirations.
junk food is my mind.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Fuck A Ferrari I Want An MRAP


What the Feezy! I have been so preoccupied lately with all the mines laying around the place that I didnt even realize I wanted a mine protecting vehicle. Of course this is what I need! Remember Hummers and H2s: THEY SUCKED! This vehicle here is the future and shit. I'm walking down the street and I'm a little kid (this is an imagination situation) and then motherfucking KABOOM, I step on a land mine. Thats the way the cookie crumbles unless...I had an MRAP. Thats right, you heard me right the first time you read between the lines. I propose that I get elected to senator and then propose a bill to cut education to zero and take that moneys and use it to buy every girl and boy in America an MRAP. So what if theyre stubby legs dont reach the gas pedal. I dont care! So what if they wont be getting an education. I went to school, the school of motherfucking hard knocks biotch university and shit. Magna Cum Loudly. And also what else, its really hard to learn in school when YOU GOT BLOWED UP BY AL QUEDA, also watch out for new spanish speaking terrorist cell Al Queso. Lets discuss it over tea. At a crackin ass teaparty bioth. BYOCA. Bring your own conservative agenda. See you by that boat with british people in it.

Dear Lebron (This Sounds Like a Terrible Commercial)




I thought I had let it go, I thought I was over it. I guess not Lebron. And no, hey, you know what I dont even really want to go there with you right now, but here you are releasing leaks from your stupid new McDonalds commercial. What, me blogging about you with no readership wasn't enough for you Lebron? How Much Attention Do You Need?!?! Ok, I'm sorry, look I know I've been losing my temper with you alot lately and whats done is done, but just please dont let the closing shot of the commercial be a close up of you and dwight exchanging bewildered looks at some scrawny old player beating you, or worse yet you taking a big munch out of a big mac. Please Lebron, for me? I'd rather see you doing beer commercials. You could do advertisements for growlers. Do you realized that a growler is just an extra large tall boy thats refillable. Which is kind of like you if you were a beer container.

More on the Ginger Dinosaur Saga

True-Color Dinosaur Revealed: First Full-Body Rendering

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Mixed Kitty Tiger Lilly


Oh No! Oh Problems, big kitty problems. Who the hell elected a kitty President? Was it a horny lady kitty electing a foxy man kitty? Or worse yet a horny man kitty electing a mincing lady Kitty President? Oh madam Kitty President I am so sorry, I didnt mean to offend your gentle kitty tastes by saying your a bad president, you are merely a bad kitty. Oh but not such a bad kitty. In fact you are kind of a good kitty. Yes Miss Kitty President you can be the Emporess, oh your such a silly emporess kitty President. Yes kitty you may scratch the presidential scratching post. Oh Damn! Damn your intoxicating kitty eyes straight to kitty hell for tricking me into making you the Kitty Emporess. Now we will never get back to the way we were. Oh the good old days, if only there werent a Kitty President everything would be fine. but for a lady she's doing very well, like the Meg Whitman.

WEE WEE De La, ummm Baguette

Blue Scholars. Did They Leave Too?

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Best of Both Worlds Preview

NAS & DAMIAN "JR GONG" MARLEY DISTANT RELATIVES preview from nabil elderkin on Vimeo.

How I Got Over

The Roots "How I Got Over" from Okayplayer on Vimeo.

Old People (Babies-Candy-Poverty) Rich People


Have you ever noticed the sacred bond between the old people and the babies? You see folks, old people and babies cant get enough of one another, and this is the way I see it. Old people like the babies because for one reason or another they are able to suck some sort of life force out of them. Of course babies are too dumb to know they shouldn't be giving away their life force for free and should be profiting handsomely from it. That is the reason that the nick name in the ghetto for poor people is poor babies. But babies, ladies and gentleman, are the succubusses in this hellish relationship cycle of doom. The babies are profiting believe you me, and I think we both know exactly what I mean. And what I mean is babies are using the old people to learn how to read. That is wrong! What the hell are these old people thinking teaching babies how to read. Do old people even realize that education is the key to success and success is the key to power and power is the key into my panty drawer where I keept my lotion for ocean motion? Old people you idiots! If the babies get through all those doors and get their grubby little baby hands on that ocean motion lotion then what kind of potion will I use for autolocomotion? Toothpaste? I dont think so. So next time youre an old person and you want to teach a baby how to read, do us all a favor and give candy to a baby, or if you want to feel like a big man, take candy from a baby. It is easy. You will be rich.

Monday, February 1, 2010

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