Distant Relatives

Nas

Nas & Damien Marley

Video: Nas

Jeezy

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Warrior Mamba

another day another housing crisis
I am noticing that everything I do
is a mixture of dance and power
Grace, c'mon and save me girl
Not at all a good Thursday
in fact a stupid fucking Thursday
Nothing feels good after christmas
not even early spring showers
not even late spring showers
nothing, nothing at all, the
existential type of nothing that
makes college students feel somewhat
less horny and self apologetic
I really need to save money and that
shall come at your expense, brother

Dear Lebron (Cockiness and Snottiness)

I guees you think you're your special. Oh, you play a little basketball. Oh wow, geez, you can dunk the basketball. Holy gosh in the butt, you can slam dunk the basketball into the basketball hole with both hands on the basketball. What about the kids in China Lebron?! I have never seen such complete disrespect to the basketball hoop and you know who made that basketball hoop. Little kids in China probably! You couldn't be a more self centered piggy. I wish you and you're ego the best of luck in these playoffs, but if I catch you disrespecting the basketball rim like that again you can stop expecting a nice christmas card from me.

Major Lazer

Deeper Than a Navy SEAL

nobody can tell the future, furthermore all things must come to an end. Therefore happiness, which is defined by its spontaneity and infrequency, is resignation. Resignation is acceptance of the inevitable with the flexibility to ensure common instances of new and unique experiences. On the other hand, happiness is a complex that is compulsively sought out and exploited by the human condition. Becuase the state is inherently unsustainable it is frustrating and unthinkable to seek happiness in concurent instances, becuase for happiness to occur in earnest it must immediately follow and end in unhappiness.

its so pitiful
Im so pivotal
crackers is sensitive cause they moms was over critical
Not me though, Im so well made
like a taylored suit
or a bentley coupe
you a gaylord duke
if you cause me trouble
i will trouble shoot you
swoop in on your girl
she's got a double scoop bubble
ruffer than rubble
rugged and raw
layed down the law

RIP Kurt Cobain

Today as I rode the train into work I listened to Nirvana Unplugged in New York. Its such an amazing album, they were such a great group and Kurt in particular was a singularly talented artist. The music is simple and appealing but so fucking far ahead of its time that you still can't touch the shit with ten foot pole. It changed my morning, changed my whole mood. The train got stuck and my connecting train was late and it didn't even matter. I remember when I first downloaded that album. I was staying with my friend, couchsurfing and trying to find a way to make it in New York as a transplant from Seattle. I was jobless and chilling in her kitchen, dicking around and semi seriously thinking about emailing some resumes to job postings on craigslist. Instead I found this album sitting somewhere on shelf and plugged it into my computer. I can recall remarking to my host when she got back from work how impressed I was with the album after giving it a first listen. 'Yeah' she remarked, no fucking duh, I realized.
Listening to the album today on the train I wondered how old I was when Kurt took his own life, because I don't have any specific memories of the event. Although my dad was hired as the cabinet designer when the new residents moved into his old house. When I looked up the date on my phone, making copies in the copy room alone, I found that today in fact marks the 16th anniversary to Kurt's death. How's that for a motherfucking synchronism. 16 years we've missed him. Today its fuckin' justin beiber.

Gorillaz; Plastic Beach

Wu Massacre; Our Dreams

E40; Revenue Retrievin'

Petrol Dactile

I am a moment in time, a static prism through which white light may travel and be blown to bits, into its make up. Like DNA and RNA, this is the truth and nothing else but it. Truth is too small to see, to big to be comprehended, I am totally high on sherbet. This is the first night in April, in the year. This is the first warm night that I can remember in recent history. This is a night I am trying to own, to make my own and really have it all to myself, but it is difficult to have something all to your own, but that is the route to love, the route to satisfaction. I cant interpret other peoples, I cant understand them, cant believe even that they exist in the first place, I can hardly even believe in myself, believe in my body, believe in anything other than the pleasure principal. Its difficult to release a pressure situation. There is no relief, its relentless. Pay nothing forward, pay nothing upward. Check flag, czech me out, lessons learned in Prague, questions asked in Berlin that never got answered. God that cities one big question, it makes me think of red bull and thai food and how they blend unhappily but well. We all come into this world in the same state, crying and slimy but I'm here. If I didn't tell you how the fuck would you know.

http://www.mxp4.com/applications

Ok, so this is the end of fucking around on the internet. The buck stops on here and shit. If you like videos and photos and songs, then go here because theres nothing else for you. Unless your on another level, then go to that level. Why the fuck are you even here in the first place then. And on second thought, just go outside b, its so nice out there and so fucking boring inside looking on the internet all day, this shit is pointless.

Distant Relatives

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How To Be A Goose in Brooklyn

How to be a goose in Brooklyn. So, it’s the middle of the spring and you’ve realized that Toronto smells totally like goose shit. Is it your fault? Who cares, its time to go. So you take wing to the sky and start looking for the perfect little pooping spot. You fly and fly and poop. Theres the Niagra falls. It looks totally uninventive there and uninsipiring. You take a poop on it, not only because you can’t control your sphinctor, but because it is stupid. Next you fly over Buffalo, the whole city smells like some sort of spicy wing, you can’t put your tail feather on which one, but you decide this is not the town to be a bird in. As you leave, you poop on it. Now you take a big long flight and you come to the big city. The one with glittering lights and 8 million stories and dreams. Your relatively intelligent and you know it. So you land right there in the smack dab middle of the whole shebang. Right on top of that big state building, right by where the kid from Yale threw himself off. It must suck to be a person and not be able to just jump off a building whenever you feel like. But then again humans get to eat inside and the old ones get preferential seating on mass transit, so you don’t bother feeling too sorry for them. But its loud here and you can’t believe how much tickets are for the elevator ride. Why don’t people just fly up? Oh yeah, they don’t have wings. Its irrelevant now because you’ve already moved , you’re in SOHO now and its buzzing. People coming and going, hot dog carts smelling better than fresh grass, yes this is the heart of the city. Ugh, if only I could walk down the street without bobbing and weaving like this iis the motherfucking super bowl. Hey you stupid bitch pigeon, WALK FASTER! Oh my god, ok I’m just going to pass him, oh snap the whole fucking sidewalk is walking this slow. Now you pick up again and its time find somewhere really permanent, somewhere that has all the stuff you liked in Toronto but isn’t so drenched in goose shit. So you fly right on over that bridge, you fly a little in past all those people in skinny jeans listening to the Dirty Projectors and you see somewhere bit, hilly and green. Somewhere with lakes and streams and trees, somewhere that makes Toronto not only smell like shit but look like shit as well. You touch down, not in the field even but right there in the pond. You circle around a couple times, you waggle your little butt feathers and you honk. This is the honk of satisfaction, like how Puerto Ricans mean it when they do it with their car horns. Hello Goose Brooklyn!