Tiny Pieces Of Hell

Went out to grab a bite to earlier today. Nina insisted that I taste this dish she’s been craving for lately, “california maki”. Now this is the second time she talked me into eating Japanese cuisine. The first experience was anything but delightful. Yet once again i succumb to her persuassion. So, there i was, staring at the 8-piece serving. Each neatly lined up with toppings of mayo. I took one and dipped it in the wasabi-lemon sauce, held my breath and put it in my mouth. It exploded with this undescribable sensation. A mixture of raw meat, mango and wasabi. I swear I heard my stomach cry out for help. Don’t be fooled by its colorful facade. Each one is a tiny piece of hell. Spawned from the depths of the abbyss. Created by vile individuals out of the blackness of their souls. Man, i hate Japanese food.

IF THEY MATED

c/o faithfulnina and conan

 Eva Longoria (Desperate Housewives) and Tony Parker (San Antonio Spurs)

 Their offspring:

YOU CAN PICK YOUR FRIENDS. YOU CAN PICK YOUR NOSE. BUT YOU CAN’T PICK YOUR FRIEND’S NOSE !!

Do you know what I hate more than idiots? Idiots who meddle with my business!! It’s bad enough to hear them flaunt their stupidity..but to put their finger in my nose?!! Good God!!! If you’re going to make some suggestions, at least make some sense. I can’t even understand half of what you’re saying. Are you aware of the words coming out of your mouth?! Okay let me break it down for you.

simple sentence: subject + predicate

The subject is what (or whom) the sentence is about, while the predicate tells something about the subject.

example:

Ice melts.

 Now, was that so hard?

Remember The Name (2005)

He doesn’t need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it’s the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It’s not about the salary
It’s all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak’s pickin it up! let’s go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone’s help, to get some respect
He’s only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist ….
 

Ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!