ScHoolboy Q ft. A$AP Rocky - Hands on the Wheel
Smoke & Mirrors
Smoke.
Gray smoke.
Gray smoke, smooth texture, dancing in front of me. It’s funny how something so small, so insignificant, can be so amusing even after so many years. No matter how many times I light these things, they always give me just the company I need.
I stare outside the window for a while. It’s a starless night. I like it that way: just plain darkness. No blue sky to keep you mellow, no sun shining in your face, taking up all the spotlight, no clouds to give you something to stare at, no stars to expose the constellations. Just a blank canvas. I like it this way. It doesn’t suggest anything to you, just leaves you to your own thoughts.
I turn my gaze back into the room, all empty and dimly lit. Looks so dead, so quiet. Makes you wonder where all the people that filled this place earlier with laughs and screaming and whatnot are up to. It’s funny, really, this place. It’s a coffee shop; coffee for people: a people’s coffee shop. But when no body’s in here, is it still a coffee shop? Does this place, the thing, have purpose? Or do we…what’s the word I’m looking for?
Whatever. The cashier! I almost forgot she was still here waiting for me to finish this coffee. Probably trying not to look directly at me so I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. I wouldn’t have, either way. She’s kind of cute. Her nose has nice contours. I wonder what her day was like. Probably had to wake up early and take the bus down here before the morning rush, spent the whole day taking customers’ orders and dealing with their shit, in and out, in and out with whomever other unlucky bastards that need this job. Fuck am I saying? I could use some extra cash myself. Gotta say it was really nice of her to open up, probably didn’t even have to. All she had to do was look me in the face and say “No, sir. It’s past business hours and I have to get home before it gets late. Sorry, come back next morning,” but she didn’t. Closing up this place was probably the highlight of her day.
Alright, I should probably finish up this coffee and get the hell outta here. Don’t think she’s taking kindly to my smoking indoors either.
“Thank you very much for opening up. I really, really appreciate it. Have a good night!”
I really didn’t care what her night was like. Don’t suppose she cared much for mine either. She just half-smiled at me, locked up the door behind me as I left, and went her own way.
Now I’ve gotta head back home so I could- ‘imbue’! That’s the word I’ve been looking for: “does the coffee shop have purpose or do we imbue purpose?” God, it’s been driving me crazy. Anyway, I’ve gotta head back home. Long ass walk. Now that I’ve had my coffee it feels kind of pointless that I walked all the way out here. Should take me about 45 minutes. Screw that, I’ll find me a taxi. Damn, it’s gonna take long enough to find one around here this time of the ni-
Nice.
This retard probably thinks I don’t know he’s gonna try and rob me. Fucking dumbass robbers at night, I should hurry up. Why the FUCK do they all wear those same baggy black jackets? They look like rappers. Geez, he’s coming at me! Fuck, I should clench my fist before he gets close. I’ll sock him right in the fucking jaw if he gets any closer. Come and get it you son of a bitch! He’s getting closer, closer…closer, NOW!
Wait, what? Ugh, seriously? Last thing I need is to spare someone else money I don’t even have. Bastard almost scared the shit out of me there. Well, poor guy’s probably worse off than I am. Besides, the lady from the coffee shop just did me a favour in spite of her having just got done with the stress of the day. Maybe I should pay it forward. Maybe I should help this guy out too. After all, he’s just trying to put food in his mouth. Fine, maybe I will, maybe…
I looked him in the eye, this poor wretch. There was a long silence and he just stared at me like I owed him something.
“No,” I said.
He walked away.
Alien Tentacle Sex
Psychotic music by Illangelo, poetic lyricism by TALWST.
Free EP on http://www.talwst.com/home/
Meadowvale’s Valedictorian Speech of 2008
by Patrick Cederberg
It’s always comforting for you to know that no matter how much everything around you changes, no matter how much you yourself change, some things are always going to remain the same, that the past at least will always remain the same. It makes you feel like your existence is valid, like there was a point in time and place where your being meant something, that there was a point to it.
It’s why you feel joy when you visit that old playground you used to get yourself all dirty’d up in when you were younger and see that it hasn’t changed, why you become flooded with a rush of emotions when you listen to a song that takes you back to a time or place, why you can’t help but think you’re no longer in the present when you walk down the halls of your average highschool after five years have passed. It’s why you recollect it all moments before it ends, in a fragile attempt to assert that you’ve truly lived.
Pt2. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_2e8BvuZzE&feature=relmfu
Richard Pryor - Children Lying
Down to a T (subs are Greek).
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When I think of my situation in life right now I think of how sad I am, and then I remember previous times, times that were truly wonderful by comparison, and realize that I was sad even then. If I were wise, I would have taken advantage of such times to enjoy life a little, as I’d have all the time to be sad right now. If I were really wise, I’d take the time to enjoy life a little right now, because the road is not going to get any easier.
Laundromat 1967: Rain will wash away your worries if you let it. If you stand real...
Rain will wash away your worries if you let it. If you stand real tall, look up real high with your eyes shut real tight and your heart wide open, it will fall and free you from most, if not all, consternation.
A book will take you places you haven’t been. It will surround you with new people,…
This girl right here, I swear.
The other day I was sitting on the curb, munching on a sandwich and a smoothie after a long day’s work, when two kids walked by me. One of them said “man, you can’t find the perfect girl these days. Like, a perfect girl with perfect tits and a perfect ass…that’s rare.” I listened to them casually, much like any background conversation on a hot summer’s day. It didn’t take me long afterwards to digest that the kid that said it was bone-skinny, in oversized, barely-gangster black clothes and probably below seventeen; I thought to myself “If you did find this perfect girl, what makes you think she’d want you?”
In this day and age, my generation seems to be frantically on the look-out for the perfect person: a great girl or a great boy, whatever your ‘great’ is. Sadly, few of us look inwards to being great ourselves. The dilemma is that everybody is trying to find that great person but nobody bothers being that great person. Ironically, if everybody focused on being that great person, everybody would find that great person. Life is funny that way.
“The best way to find a good friend is to be one. The best way to find a good lover is to be one.”
Take Care
This masterpiece will remain a classic for a very long time, for its energy, diversity, feel and texture. It probably connected more deeply with fans than its hit-heavy predecessor, Thank Me Later.
