meatbagg: sade: packing up this blog and moving on can't top...
sade:
packing up this blog and moving on
"He had the same kind of Jim Morrison combination of sex, danger & unpredictability."
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queued.
- I really look up to him. He gave me alot of great advice, I...
- I really look up to him. He gave me alot of great advice, I appreciate it. - Tupac Shakur
- What really struck me about him was his heart. Alot of people you think are good but they're not good, they're just well behaved. He probably wasn't well behaved but he was good. You think of some other great famous rapper, that's the opposite of Tupac, who got the good light, what you would say a white bread image. A really white image, whoever they may be and ask them for $100, $1,000, or something. Ask them for $1,000 and see if they give it to you. Ask Tupac - the people who think is crazy, demented, ask him for $1,000. Boom, you got it. That's what separates the two; God judges our heart. Man judges our actions. And that's why I thought was very special and genuine about him. That's what separates him from basically the majority of the other people of his field. - Mike Tyson
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human-waste: A$AP Rocky // Purple Kisses
A$AP Rocky // Purple Kisses
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loveaq: redvinesgiraffe: You were on your way home when you...
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that's when you met me.
"What… what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"
"You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
"There was a… a truck and it was skidding…"
"Yup," I said.
"I… I died?"
"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"
"More or less," I said.
"Are you god?" You asked.
"Yup," I replied. "I'm God."
"My kids… my wife," you said.
"What about them?"
"Will they be all right?"
"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there."
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."
"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?"
"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."
"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right,"
"All religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me."
You followed along as we strode through the void. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."
"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."
"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had.
"You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life."
"How many times have I been reincarnated, then?"
"Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD."
"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"
"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from."
"Where you come from?" You said.
"Oh sure," I explained "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand."
"Oh," you said, a little let down. "But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point."
"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening."
"So what's the point of it all?"
"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"
"Well it's a reasonable question," you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."
"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"
"No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect."
"Just me? What about everyone else?"
"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you and me."
You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on earth…"
"All you. Different incarnations of you."
"Wait. I'm everyone!?"
"Now you're getting it," I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
"I'm every human being who ever lived?"
"Or who will ever live, yes."
"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"
"And you're John Wilkes Booth, too," I added.
"I'm Hitler?" You said, appalled.
"And you're the millions he killed."
"I'm Jesus?"
"And you're everyone who followed him."
You fell silent.
"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."
You thought for a long time.
"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"
"Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child."
"Whoa," you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?"
"No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born."
"So the whole universe," you said, "it's just…"
"An egg." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life."
And I sent you on your way.
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Once labeled the second coming of Rakim, by us, the king from...
Once labeled the second coming of Rakim, by us, the king from Queensbridge, originally known as Nasty Nas, is one of the few MCs with a 20-year run who has not only maintained a loyal fan base, but has earned the respect of everyone who has ever touched the mic. There is not a rapper on the radio today who has not heard his 1994 debut Illmatic and is not influenced by God's Son. His ability to paint a picture with words about any given subject is unquestionably unmatched ("One Love", "I Gave You Power") and it's evident from his subject matter that his purpose for getting on the mic is about much more than the almighty dollar. And just because he comes in peace doesn't mean that he's not prepared for war. The fact that he was the only one who was able to handle Jigga on wax should put him anyone's top five.
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thetoolazytothinkupacoolnameblog: This is dope
thetoolazytothinkupacoolnameblog:
This is dope
theultimategorgeousbeast: Because he's amazing and he knows it.
Because he's amazing and he knows it.
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"That's when you know you've found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a..."
"That's when you know you've found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence."- Pulp Fiction (1994)
kiskex: The Design Files - Interview · Matthew Collins of Art...
The Design Files - Interview · Matthew Collins of Art & Interiors
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Gold Air Yeezy II
Gold Air Yeezy II
iznogoodgood: Al Pacino in The Godfather (1972)
Al Pacino in The Godfather (1972)
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Ayo
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