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Kung-fu.

So today I finally was able to register for Kung-fu classes! This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now, but it keeps getting put off due to various reasons. But now I get to do something I’ve always had a passion for again. I took Tae-Kwon-Do for like 6 years when I was little but then I stopped. Too much stuff going on on my life at the time and I just lost my interest. But now I’m back into martial arts, yo. And it feels good, man. Feels good.

1 day ago
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Some people need to move around.

Some people just really need to get the fuck out of here with all this hypocrisy and bullshit.

2 days ago
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shaquillesky:

Ab Soul! Jheno Aiko ♥
 Terrorist Threats!
Kick your game, spit your flow Can’t fuck with this Top Dawg shit though ♥

shaquillesky:

Ab Soul! Jheno Aiko ♥

Terrorist Threats!

Kick your game, spit your flow
Can’t fuck with this Top Dawg shit though ♥

(Source: shaquillefaith, via jheneaiko)

2 days ago
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dangelagravity:

It takes me like 55534$&);:45$8))?32234688 times to actually get a good picture of myself

7 hours ago
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This woman is named Kaw-u-tz. She was a Caddo Indian. This picture was taken in 1906. She looks so interesting. Like, I want to find out more about her and her life story, ya know? I think I’ll try to draw her. c:

This woman is named Kaw-u-tz. She was a Caddo Indian. This picture was taken in 1906. She looks so interesting. Like, I want to find out more about her and her life story, ya know? I think I’ll try to draw her. c:

2 days ago
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something’s knocking at the door
a great white light dawns across thecontinentas we fawn over our failed traditions,often kill to preserve themor sometimes kill just to kill.it doesn’t seem to matter: the answers dangle justout of reach,out of hand, out of mind.the leaders of the past were insufficient,the leaders of the present are unprepared.we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait.it is a waiting without hope, more likea prayer for unmerited grace.it all looks more and more like the same oldmovie.the actors are different but the plots the same:senseless.we should have known, watching our fathers.we should have known, watching our mothers.they did not know, they too were not prepared to teach.we were too naive to ignore theircounseland now we have embraced theirignorance as our own.we are them, multiplied.we are their unpaid debts.we are bankruptin money andin spirit.there are a few exceptions, of course,but these teeter on the edgeand will at any momenttumble down to join the restof us,the raving, the battered, the blind and the sadlycorrupt.a great white light dawns across the continent,the flowers open blindly in the stinking wind,as grotesque and ultimatelyunlivableour 21st centurystruggles to beborn.
-bukowski

something’s knocking at the door

a great white light dawns across the
continent
as we fawn over our failed traditions,
often kill to preserve them
or sometimes kill just to kill.
it doesn’t seem to matter: the answers dangle just
out of reach,
out of hand, out of mind.

the leaders of the past were insufficient,
the leaders of the present are unprepared.
we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait.
it is a waiting without hope, more like
a prayer for unmerited grace.

it all looks more and more like the same old
movie.
the actors are different but the plots the same:
senseless.

we should have known, watching our fathers.
we should have known, watching our mothers.
they did not know, they too were not prepared to 
teach.
we were too naive to ignore their
counsel
and now we have embraced their
ignorance as our 
own.
we are them, multiplied.
we are their unpaid debts.
we are bankrupt
in money and
in spirit.

there are a few exceptions, of course,
but these teeter on the 
edge
and will 
at any moment
tumble down to join the rest
of us,
the raving, the battered, the blind and the sadly
corrupt.

a great white light dawns across the 
continent,
the flowers open blindly in the stinking wind,
as grotesque and ultimately
unlivable
our 21st century
struggles to be
born.

-bukowski

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2 days ago
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This nigga on Facebook just posted that he stole some condoms out of Wal-Mart. He even posted a picture. Don’t make no sense. And then, the girls acting like that shit clean like wtf? The dude can’t even buy condoms. How the hell is that attractive? Fucking ignorant. The human race has got to do better.

2 days ago
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