Kailaboration, August 2014 - train tracks, grid lines. Photos by Kai Sutton.
This is so important!
I never know what to ask and end up looking like a fool cause I don’t have a question prepared.
Don’t be me.
I COULD REALLY USE THIS RIGHT NOW.
love this song
throwback! the video though, really?
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Killing me softly, with her song,
Killing meee soooftly
Early 90s Hip Hop over St. Vincent. Fantastic.
this is so funky fresh it fucked with me a little bit, man.
I equipped my own armor suit and for a minute, I felt like I was part of a super unit. I watched my peers get called in before me, I was so anxious to jump into action. People were taken off the grid one by one, until it was my turn to step forward.
When the recruiter rang me up, I gave them a status report. I stated everything I perceived in my opponent, strengths, weaknesses; all of my unique abilities and advantages against a given rival. I was so confident in myself that I said I would come out a winner. The operator went quiet; they told me that the job was too dangerous for a person of my caliber and that I was not ready for action. I was a bit offended that they challenged my skills, so I left my cell and slid down the rails to find the operator. When I landed, their station had been shut off. I tried to scream, but my voice grew thin.
dream: military discharge - full entry on livejournal.
even my own dreams are stopping me from what I want.