“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.”
— William S. Burroughs
“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.”
— William S. Burroughs
Obama been had ‘em.
Deaded like Jafar.
We knew.
Tech always knows.
Troops on point, with pound cake to spare.
Last night, summer was full blaze.
It took all of 2 and a half years, and still.
Insatiable like the worst of ‘em.
Trigger happy seals.
Armor plated birds.
Packin’ heaters overhead.
Engage order imminent.
Slugs bigger than Trump’s stimulus package.
Digging into unkempt grass.
Cannon fodder downing.
World champs, all of ‘em.
Left, right, and center.
Pawns.
Minions.
Dying for some scumbag terrorist, what a lot.
Forty minutes in and it’s the man of the hour.
Beard clear in the cross-hairs.
Black Hawk down, but it was worth it.
Operation Uppercut is a success.
Mission Accomplished: Round 2.
And still.
Breaking News: Obama bin Laden is dead.
“Perfectionism may look good in his shiny shoes, but he’s a little bit of an asshole and no one invites him to their pool parties” — Don’t call it a comeback
(Source: youtube.com)
This child prodigy of a producer kills me. Over and over.
(Source: toocooltobehipster, via gravyholocaust)
- She is attractive, of course, but is that her chief asset? (Try to imagine her ten years from today.)
- Do you want her because she is popular–because other men have wanted her? (Don’t be a copy-cat!)
- Could you spend seven consecutive evenings in her company without being bored? (If the answer is affirmative, it is a good sign.)
- Do you have similar tastes in most things?
- Is she a good sport?
- Is she reasonably healthy?
- Is she a flirt? Does she make you jealous? (Decide whether you can stand the strain; your jealously will persist until you grow indifferent.)
- Are you constantly irritated by some small mannerism of hers? (You can’t be terribly in love.)
- Does she tell lies? Do you mind?
- Is she a nag?
- Is she quarrelsome? (The Bible warns, “It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop than with a brawling woman in a wide house.”)
- Is she hard on other people? (Don’t judge by her behavior to you.)
- Is she trying to reform you? How do you feel about being reformed?
- Has she tried to boss you? (Maybe you need a boss.)
- Would she put up with all your faults if she knew them?
- When you quarrel, who capitulates first? (A combination of two stubborn mules is bad.)
- Do you agree on children, or a career, or both? (Better settle this beforehand.)
- Does she expect you to support her in a definite style? Could you count on her cooperation in hard times? Would she go to work if necessary?
- Will she help you get ahead? Or will she pull you away from your work?
- Can she handle money?
- If you marry her, will you also be marrying her family?
- Does she let you get around to see your old pals? (If you have been too infatuated to notice, make it a point of finding out.)
- Are you proud to present her to your friends? (If not, reconsider.)
- Do you hope to reform her? (Give up the idea. People change, but not according to plan.)
- Do you know her faults? Are you willing to live with them?
- Do you still think her perfect? (You’re wrong, of course, but marry!)
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good Morning!” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.
-Edwin Arlington Robinson
So this is what Christmas is all about.
Stop being free at Super.
Step 1: Fuck a cross up. Cross ups ain’t shit. Just playing a character without one makes me feel boss, but it’s so demanding. Range is very important. Also, forward fierce gets me a cross up throw, if that’s accurate, on reaction to a jump in.
Step 2: Empty ducking is win. Even or positive means I can just chill and wait for something to punish. No more ducking upper getting me stuck.
Step 3: Mix it up. That’s what Dude is all about. Don’t know how I feel about resetting in the middle of a string, though; sounds counterproductive. Meaty game needs hella work.
Step 4: Execution! Stop doing c.HK when you mean to do s.HK… that’s just scrubby, and gets me bodied like nothing else.
Step 5: Focus. And I mean that in both senses. Focus on focusing more. I used to think focusing got me in more trouble than it was worth, but having encountered some pretty sick players using it properly it can be a scary tool that makes your opponent reluctant to press buttons. Granted it can be overused (Marn) but it has the potential to turn the tide of a match.
Dudley is a pretty difficult character to play with, being that he has no ranged game (aside from his godlike fierce), no cross ups, and has to deal with mashing during throw mix ups and resets. But, and this is a big but, he’s a powerhouse and can shut anyone down… once he’s inside, of course. And that’s the main problem: trying to avoid jumping in to start the party. Everyone says f.MK is my friend, I’ll have to look into that guy a little deeper.
Welp, this seems like a good start. Should probably ask for some advice.
“Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.”
“Man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment that he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything he does.”
“We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.”
- Jean-Paul Sartre
Sitting at the pool. Fag in hand like I need a fedora and a Black with two ice cubes just to look the part. I look out at the shimmering fountain, illuminated with fool’s artifice. Pyrite in a world with nothing but. This is that not-so-rare moment when you ask yourself “what now?”
Is this the pinnacle of my current condition? Will I wake up from this dream state, unaware, blindfolded in some dank basement, bound at the wrists? Will tomorrow be different, or will I wad through the coming weeks, nay months, like a flood survivor with nothing to lose? Mine is not the most dire of circumstances. But can’t we agree circumstance is subject only to one’s state of mind? And don’t I have every right as the next man to be discontent?
Where to now, Seymour? Where do we go from here? Is paradise on the horizon or has the ship gone astray? Can I at least bring something to read?
I hear it’s awfully lonely on the dark side of the cheese satellite. Sometimes it sounds appealing. To venture into the unknown, untethered from the responsibilities and decorum of living amongst the populace. To be one’s self truly and without reserve. Sanity… Ha! What a trite concept. One only measurable by its counterpoint. Who is to say what is sane and what isn’t? You? Surely not I.
But I digress. Back to reality is the only real option. Grudges, friends, enemies, facades. When did things get so complicated? Debts, bills, financial anxiety. What’s the point? To have a bigger car, a bigger house? What then does that make you, greedy? Why should it? You can’t hold that against anyone. After all, it’s only human nature.
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