Octo.
Soul Cal.
Wasabi. Some people call me Scrilla. Most call me asshole. I like rice books and loud music. This blog is possibly the best about me you'll ever get.
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Sonic and Tails
Old School.
Twisting cosmic, all that exists in your shadow is transluscent
you’re omnipotent for what purpose? this power is unmatched
still, every life form in the universe gathers in unison to forumlate a plan with hopes to escape otherworldly colors shooting down from the skies, piercing our stratosphere a beautiful invasion seeping into our skin…thinning our blood with it’s vividity while protection is limited as is our time to evade are we to die by the way which we chose to praise? Frozen in an awe of disaster, the future is left behind to dwell in dreams preserved in a coma, where no one can hear us scream..
No, not even He.
-Priscilla I. Martinez
“ I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed
Michael Jordan
Happy Fatty day.
The one day I’m allowed to be a tubby and not get in trouble..WOO!
“ I’m ambivelent about a lot of places, but I am unrestrained in my love for Chicago. Only Chicago could convince me that the New York hot dog was not, in fact, anywhere near the apex of the hot dog arts (The Chicago Red Hot deserves that honor). Two respectably old school baseball teams, great, great bars, a tradition of unapproachably good and important music, its own, truly imposing style of architecture, an attitude both big city wise-ass and heartland lack of bullshit, a city open to the best and most excessive/creative of new, experimental cooking styles, loaded with great chefs (many of whom are pals), it’s simply another place I’ll use any excuse to visit.
Anthony Bourdain. (via shynessisnice) (via windycity)
“it’s simply another place I’ll use any excuse to visit.” - word!
(via hono-lulu)
“ There’s one thing people have to understand: Comics are not happy clowns. They are dark people, all of them, no matter how they grow up or what color they are. Anyone who has devoted his life to comedy and making people laugh wants to see that joy reflected back at him by rooms full of people because he’s never seen that kind of happiness anywhere else. Comedians are comedians because they need that laughter and joy; it fills a hole in them. Some of them will never get that hole filled either. For some comics, no amount of success and no amount of laughter is enough - that pain can never be relieved, that emptiness can never be satisfied.
Tracy Morgan (from his new book ‘I Am The New Black) (via danhacker)
I concur.
Miles.
Too fucken sick.
