Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Sometimes

I just wanna rock n' roll all night. The popularity and beauty of coke isn't the fact that it's numbing. It's the aesthetic which it invokes. The power. The ability to do something popularized and glamorized to the point of you getting higher off of the coolness of your actions then off of the actual substance. Words are like virus's. Spread em' long enough and someone's bound to get infected.


Some enlightenment perhaps?


"So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?" 


Word.


Kick out the jams MOTHA FUCKA

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