Arc of Space, 1968 | Shigeru Komatsuzaki
to all these shitty ass tumblrs. All the post are are retarded meaningless pictures. I remember when tumblr was only a place to express yourself through paragraphs and not silly little photos of hipsters. Grow the fuck up.
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On the night of the last rap that I write
Mike Tyson gon’ have his greatest fight
Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
Stevie Wonder even gon’ regain his sight
On the night of my last rap
Africa’s gon’ be run by blacks
And no where ‘round will there be crack
Jamaica’s gon’ get Bob Marley’s back
And all my tigas gon’ bust they guns
And no where ‘round where the police come
And check this out
I’ma kick it with Khan
Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
Won’t be one killin’ in the projects
Muslim’s will all cry from Malcom-X
Hewey’ll finally get respect
Dis I know, I never guessed
On the night of the last rap that I write
I’ll be married with a wife
She’ll be the special love of my life
But check this out muthafucka, not tonight
Life, of a desperado
Kick it like soccer, that’s my motto
Like a bullet in your gun
My heart stay hollow
Somethin’ to like but not to follow
Yo.
is the warmth of anothers soft skin pressing against mine.
So the last few weeks things have changed. a lot. Everything is just so Goddamn good. It feels like happiness is pouring out of me when I drive around, with the warm October sun on my face. School is good. Friends are good. Family is going. I contemplate where my life is going and why I want it, and everything just makes sense. Its like after a long 16 years of a broken puzzle my life is finally piecing itself together. Even with relationships ending and not the best decisions being made, I can say that I’ve never felt this way in my whole life. Pure Joy.
because I’m left all alone.
I don’t really give a fuck about your pictures of cute dogs, or people licking guitars at concerts, or even your pictures of ridiculously hot woman. Show me something that fucking makes me think or get off this website.
But on a lighter note, Im happy.
All I feel is like is a little dot, in the center of this giant universe. A useless, tiny, speck that no one can notice long enough to actually matter.