discovered this head named Life MC just now and I’m lovin his shit, I’m gonna spend the next few hours listenin to his group, Phi-Life Cipher , this is some rugged stuff.
practicing multiples
I can’t help but feel out of time as the same words repeat themselves in my mind
I apply myself to the grind cuz I got a fortune to find, but if I fuck up I can never rewind
Wait a second…
what the fuck happened to my lil music player on my Tumblr???
dammit my friend helped me put it on the first time cuz I’m a HTML n00b. someone drop me a msg and gimme a hand plz?
some of the funniest shit to come outta his mouth
FUCK THE HOOK!
Toronto’s 14th Global Marijuana March.
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One of my absolute favourite days of the year. The first Saturday of every May is the Global Marijuana March. Despite failure to organize the event effectively with the city, approximately 20 000 stoners came out to support the cause and it was beautiful. This year there were no port-a-potties, ATM’s, food/paraphernalia vendors or any tents at all. But there was a massive collection of spirited people of all races, ages and subcultures. As a proud stoner it’s so touching to see so many different people unite for a cause they believe in.
I went for the first time in 2010 and vowed to march in Toronto every single year for this event. Unfortunately I don’t have a functioning camera at the moment so I couldn’t get any pics of my own. I got to chill with a buncha really good friends and got involved in a few interesting encounters. I had a nice chat with a middle-aged man named Shawn, who I recognized from a bright yellow sign he was holding that he brings every year. While me and my buddies were sitting down and rolling a J this old white guy who was really crunk named Jay sat down and started talking to us. He started rambling on about diversity, heritage and community. My friends were a little on edge but I was baked as fuck and he entertained me. He had some chipped teeth and tats all over, along with a baseball cap that had metal horns on them. What a character.
Overall, it was an amazing day and I can’t wait until the next one.
Promises of the Nemesis
no clue what this is. call it expressive writing.
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I am not the friend you come to for corny advice and synthetic comfort.
I am your Nemesis.
I oppose you to make you stronger. I challenge you, I test your limits in order to sharpen your skills. I bring your weaknesses to light and punish you for them, so that you can mitigate them in the future.
I will be brutal, I will be honest, and I will be just. I will not praise you for your accomplishments, for all I except from you is top-caliber performance. I do not aim to please you in any form, I simply seek to contest you.
You will most likely hate me. You will curse my name when you awake, when you eat, when you bathe, when you train and when you go to bed at night. You will even curse my name in your sleep. You will wish the unholiest of fates upon me because of how hard I am on you, but every time I force you down you will rise back up higher than ever.
After enough time passes, you will realize that I have taught you far more than your petty friend ever could have.
Your friends are soft on you, they do not compel you to excel as I do.
Your friends assure you that you are good as you are, I criticize everything about you and force you to improve.
Your friends offer you empty advice and false satisfaction, I offer you the opportunity to ascend in ability and power.
I am your Nemesis, and these are my promises.
toke pics from last night, heavy ass smoke session. it was enough THC for me and my roommate to get workin on our first track over a dope beat he put together a while ago. He’s actually been pushing me to make a track for a while but I was never really in the zone to write a track till last night.
You don’t want none of this, bitch I’m a born fighter
When I strike I apply the heat directly like a torch lighter
Vintage Magazine Porn In The Shed
So last night I was chillin with some friends at our usual hangout, which is this awesome little shed in my fried Eli’s backyard. so we’re hitting some bong, sippin some beers and enjoying some Kamora, this nice coffee liquer from Mexico, and just having a merry old time on a rainy monday night.
The shed doubles as a bigass lost-and-found, as various items come and go in this little paradise. I stumbled upon a porno magazine and flip through the thing, noticing how stylistically different it was from the internet porn I’m used to. There was so much more glamour and aestheticism to it, but I guess you gotta factor in the fact that it was a magazine too. I picked out my favourite page, it was split into two shots of a beautiful brunette who was all dolled up and gettin sexy on her back. Spreadin her vag out and letting her tits hang out in their natural glory. I folded it up and used it as pladdy for the sesh. Best pladdy ever, I don’t think I’ve ever taken so much time to grind up my weed.
Upon looking at the cover I realized that the magazine was from 1994. I was looking at nude women who were spreading out the vaginas on camera who were doing this shit while I was 2 years old. For some reason the math of that really amuses me. But hey this shit was 18 years old, it’s pretty much classified as vintage porn. As a lover of both the 90’s and porn, this was a valuable item to me.
When I asked Eli where he got these magazines he said he got a box of them from his uncle. I laughed, making the assumption that his uncle just gave him the porn cuz it was the kinda thing Caucasian uncles do. However, he told me that his uncle died and his relatives got all of his possessions. Somehow Eli winded up with a stack of these magazines.
I attempted to trade some weed for a magazine or two and almost worked out a deal, but he wasn’t satisfied with the amount of weed I gave him. He still burned what I gave him though cuz that’s what Eli does. Oh well, those magazines will probably get lost in the vacuum of the shed and turn up sometime in the future.
