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How Hip-Hop Died Part 1: “The Death Of The DJ”

How Hip-Hop Died Part 1 “The Death Of The DJ”

Every time I write about hip-hop or speak on it lately, I find myself drifting into a world of negativity. And I am not alone. Whenever my brethren and I get together we are reminiscing on the golden era or saying how much we don’t listen to the radio or don’t have any albums we’re looking forward to. Part of it is due to the fact that in those convos there are at least four out of ten people that wish they were on radio or MTV or whatever. The other interesting thing is that even if we were in a golden era right now, we wouldn’t recognize it.

But most of it is credited to an evolution of a genre that has grown up right before our eyes. It started out pure and different, it is one of the only art forms that can be used to address issues, inspire, express, tell stories and also humiliate. It became industrialized and calculated, but it is now making a desperate attempt to return to its roots as a voice of its followers. But is that possible? Is it too late? The answer is not simple, but first we must analyze the question. And that question is: How did it happen? How did hip-hop just become hip? Read the rest of this entry »


Monday Ramble #58 “Ten Reasons To Be Scrooge This Year”

10 Reasons To Be Scrooge This Year



1.Merry Christmas

When is anyone ever really merry? Unless you’re a leprechaun, or a Smurf, or a gnome, or an elf, or one of the Merrymen, I can’t see it. Merry includes sing-talking, jovial dancing, and spreading cheer to others so they feel better or worse about the life they’re living.

Chances are they’re going to feel worse. When I think of anyone being merry, I envision tights, footsies, ukuleles, rainbows, orange moons, green clovers…you get the idea.

Not even slaphappy toddlers fit the description. How did this word become the sole adjective responsible for well wishes on December 25th? No one ever says, “Have a delightful Christmas,” or “Hope you had a swell Christmas.” I’m just saying, I don’t want to be merry.


2.Carol Lyrics

What the hell is a one-horse open sleigh anyway?
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Monday Ramble #57 “I Wrote A Book”

Monday Ramble # 57 I Wrote A Book

People ask me why did I decide to write a book, and I tell them I didn’t make the decision consciously. When I was a kid and I watched Saturday Night Live and Jack Handey’s Deep Thoughts flashed on the screen, I thought they were the funniest things ever.

Thoughts like these:

“I’ll never forget the time my friend Stew went skydiving. Boy, what a mistake that was! First of all, his parachute didn’t open. Second, we didn’t have the right address, so before we got there we got lost and went driving all around for almost an hour. And third, when we finally did get there, Stew tried to back out and we had to talk him into going.

“The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw”

“The other day I got out my can-opener and was opening a can of worms when I thought, What am I doing?!” 

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Monday Ramble #56 “The Numbers Game” (My Book Is Here!!!)

Monday Ramble #56 “The Numbers Game” (My Book Is Here!!!)

For those of you that don’t know, The Brother Victorious, our co-host Jasmine and I have a Blogtalk radio show that we broadcast every Tuesday evening at 8pm called The Emotion Picture. I am dropping a new CD entitled The Calling with coast2coastmixtapes.com hopefully on January 12th of 2012.

On December 10th of this year, I am pre-releasing my book full of these rambles and 100 copies will be available.

Why am I telling you this? So you can tune in, buy, listen, support or whatever it is that will cause the numbers to go up. Why do we want numbers to go up? Why does anyone want numbers to go up? So people can see the numbers, think you’re doing it big, follow you on Twitter, talk about you, make you halfway famous and somehow, someway, one day the numbers in your bank account can magically go up.

The only numbers we want really low are bills. When you open up a bill you always hope that it’s zero. Like maybe the bill people messed something up, or the phone company forgot about you, the landlord or mortgage company didn’t count November for some reason, or possibly you didn’t use enough electricity so they gave you a month on the house. That never happens though. Instead, those numbers represent what you owe.
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Monday Ramble #51 – “Jumping The Broom In Front Of Wedding Crashers, Bridesmaids & The Best Man”

Monday Ramble #51 – “Jumping The Broom…”

For those of you that don’t know, I began this site one year ago when people started applauding my writing on Facebook and they suggested I do some sort of book. By applauding I mean commenting. We’ll get back to that point in a second, but I wanted to let you all know that the book is on the way, and it is meant for you to enjoy in the lavatory for the most part.

With that said, I’m having a hell of a time going through the editing process with my team (shout to Read Head Publishing). Mondayramble.com was originated to promote the book and give me a chance to vent weekly. Unfortunately, the applause I’ve been receiving lately have come in the form of phone calls, emails, and some cyber pats on the back that are wonderful but are not comments on the site.

Sure this is a wack plea that I usually don’t do, but since we are in a mathematical society where numbers count; visiting my site, reading something and not commenting is like calling someone’s home and not leaving a message on their answering machine in 1989.
I apologize for that rant but I just went to a wedding yesterday and if there’s one thing I got from that ceremony is that humans are great liars, so I decided to tell the truth to my peoples.

You look confused.
Have you ever been to a wedding? Have you been to one where you’re not in the immediate family, or maybe you’re a guest of a guest and you don’t know the bride or groom too well.

Either way, there are people there that are deeply moved by the pastor’s words, the song that’s being sung, the cute flower girls, the adorable ring bearer, the exciting bride-walk, and the emotional vow exchange.

But some cynical bastards are chuckling inside at the faces the wedding party makes as they walk down the aisle. Some jerks are laughing deep down at the off key vocalist, wondering if the bride is going to trip, yearning for an Ex’s hand to raise with a dramatic objection to the blessed union, thinking the groom is a softy for tearing up, hoping the candle lighting causes a small fire, and most of all counting the minutes until free food and possibly alcohol can be consumed.

So you’re not one of those people that wouldn’t mind an extra long prayer so you can catch a small nap. I didn’t say these were my thoughts.
But in case they were, I shall expand. Or is it expound? I never used that word. I have now though.

Anyway, I’ve been to a few weddings in my days. Some had the bare minimum: short ceremony, standard music, cash bar, buffet style grub. I’m not mad at those. Then there are others where the bride and groom may want you cherish the experience so things are a little more dramatic or expensive.

There’s a documentary being filmed, wedding party dressed in some hood gear, small surprises to wake up the audience like footage shown on a screen or a solo by the bride or groom.

There can be a few selections from a moderately famous gospel singer or a “has been” R&B artist, handwritten personal vows, a long tongue kiss, or a reception that doesn’t start immediately after.

Some people don’t even bring gifts and they expect an open bar with top shelf liquor. Then they want some gourmet entrees, and they complain when they have to wait for the stars of the show to get their food first.

I know they charge per head for venues and plates and all that, but isn’t it a fair exchange when you get a whole bunch of presents and money and then you go on a honeymoon trip right before the divorce, I mean marriage begins?

I think there should be a to-go option for wedding attendees. But maybe that’s just me. I think if you’re not the closest to the people getting hitched, as soon as the kiss goes down, you should be able to ask for a container for your meal, and a bag and be out.

But instead you have to wait out the first dance; that you pray does not burst out into some MC Hammer or Sir Mix-A-Lot assisted choreographed step that the newlyweds rehearsed. Then they dance with the parents, and switch to the in-laws and whatnot. All this time, the people that came to celebrate the food that goes along with matrimony are sitting and waiting patiently.

I may be getting this all wrong. Weddings and receptions are beautiful, but I’m just saying that everyone there isn’t smiling inside and breaking down when the Best Man starts to stutter and tell his goofy story about how he knows his boy is really in love this time.

Some attendees could care less about the father of the bride grabbing the mic and subliminally threatening the groom while praising him for wifing up his seed. Not everyone knows how to do the electric slide, wants to catch a bouquet or garter, or is even concerned about the love between the two folks tying the knot.

Sometimes there are friends or family at the wedding just to judge the hotness of it. Was there chicken breast, salmon and rice pilaf or were there nuggets, crackers and bologna?
Who did the strange flower arrangement? Banquet hall instead of a church? Did you smell that man?
Critiques on the bridesmaid dresses, whispers about the bride’s dress, how long will they last? Why do I have to sit at a table with people I don’t know?

Blah, blah, blah. Hate, hate, hate. I thought weddings were supposed to be sentimental, sacred, and blessed ceremonies with loved ones that want the best for the couple. But somehow, ignorant guys such as myself end up in a seat analyzing, people-watching, holding mental pictures and creating comedy at the expense of others and I’m tired of it. See you next week.

Don’t feel pressure to comment, I was just being a whiny baby.

Get ready for The Toilette Papers: The #1 Number 2 Book coming in November.


Monday Ramble #45 Happy Nest Per Suit

A few days ago I was watching The Pursuit of Happyness and I was listening to Will Smith speak about Thomas Jefferson writing in the Declaration of Independence or whatever important paper it was when he mentioned “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
I’m not even sure what liberty is but just like Will pointed out, Thomas had the notion that happy wasn’t something one could just feel.

It was an emotion that had to be sought, desired, chased, and pursued even.

How did he know back in 1776 or whenever it was, way before luxury cars, platinum jewelry and butt implants, that happiness wasn’t something you could just make happen?

I’m sure there were people that were happy back then. They weren’t aware that washing machines, GPS or chicken sandwiches weren’t invented yet, and it didn’t matter.

He was ahead of his time I think.
Most of us are running around looking for “happy.”

We don’t just wake up smiling about life everyday. We’re waiting on a new job, or retirement, or graduation, or more money to be ecstatic about where we are.


But when was the last time you actually caught a goal that you chased and in that moment it felt nothing like you ever imagined?
You won that award, got that raise, made it on the radio, but you instantly felt as if there was more to accomplish.

You immediately looked ahead to the next feat and thought that enjoying this one would be premature.
Or maybe you’re a celebratory individual that parties when something big goes down. Does that mean you caught “happy” and no longer pursue it?
Probably not.
Another day goes by and you’re hoping tomorrow brings a larger dose of good tides than yesterday.
But if the earth revolves around the sun and the sun never really rises or sets, are days and nights even real?
Or are we just using figments of our imagination to measure time and make ourselves think that in some next amount of hours in the future, our world will improve?

I’ve been popping in episodes of The Wire recently and that was when it hit me.
I was watching this character “Bubbles,” who was fighting drug addiction and I was observing all those fiends going hard for the narcotic of their choice and I realized they are my role models.


These people decided that heroine is their ultimate dream so they chase it like nothing else.
Hygiene, the opposite sex, and worldly possessions mean absolutely nothing to a crackhead or dope fiend.
They want their fix and they’ll do whatever for it.

How real is that? It’s so inspiring. They’ve skipped the middleman totally and figured it all out.
See we all are out here focusing on good health, eating right, working out just so we can live longer. But what if living longer doesn’t equal what they feel when they’re high? Who says that someone needs to live long?

The only folks that denounce drug use are sober people. I bet if any of us had some heroine we would give up our HD TVs and laptops and go out and attempt to feel that magical feeling again

We would get off Facebook, stop pursuing happiness and go shoot up right in our bloodstream…then maybe we’d go on Twitter to spread the word about how misguided you were before you discovered the truth.

Weed is ok but it doesn’t make you want to quit bathing and sell all your clothes. That must be true bliss that most of us are missing out on.

I need the intangible will of a fiend. I’m going to hang out with a homeless addict and see what it’s like to get rid of all pride and just go after the basics.

I’m sure they eat enough food to stay breathing but that’s it. There’s only one primary objective.

That has to be the answer that Thomas Jeff was speaking on.
I bet he knew that most of us would beat around the bush creating fictional levels of achievement and we would focus on what we own and measure our worth.

If you think I’m going to go out and try some Meth or MDMA or something I’m not. And heroine doesn’t appeal to me either. I don’t need anything artificial to enhance my existence other than the same material crap that we all crave.

I’m not brave enough to get so high that it might actually eclipse my thirst for the elusive idea that we label success.

No I don’t know what success is but I know that once I define it then reach it, I still have a tough time accepting “happy.”

So yes there are times when I play with a toddler, share a laugh about the old days or catch a dunk off the rebound and inside my heart there’s a joyous feeling that takes over for a brief moment. But somehow bills, gas prices, my career and the chances that Hell may be an authentic location snap me back into a realm of reality.

So what does this all mean?

A Calling infused with a purpose and a freakish passion to wake up daily and do something that makes your soul smile might bring you closer to ending the actual pursuit…and then you might just be what TJ wrote about.
Or there’s always excessive drinking, cocaine or heroine to take you to that place. I’m selling.

Thanks for leaving a comment on this one.


Monday Ramble #42 “The Break Up 2: The Proposal…Behind The Rhymes”

Today I am releasing a project entitled The Break Up Part 2: The Proposal. You may wonder why there’s a break-up and a marriage proposal in the same title. The music is about a man that is considering the leap into the realm of matrimony, and he is faced with fears, doubts, and outside pressure. The break-up part of the title is mainly about identification with the brand DJ Victorious and I started with a CD called The Break Up in 2008, coupled with the fact that a proposal doesn’t always end with an affirmative answer.

So let me take you on a rhyme and reason journey for a collection of material that men and women will find relatable.

I started this disc off with an internal glance instead of an external one. If you’ve ever had a thought in your head that maybe you were supposed to be without a soulmate on this earth, then this record is for you. Some of us have reached an age or simply a time in our lives where we still haven’t met “the one” and if you have you didn’t know it. Hence the feeling that The Creator messed up and didn’t place a person on the planet compatible for you. So I penned the record, “Alone” with the question blooming in my mind as to whether I’m meant to end up that way.

 

“Imagine someone telling you they’re locked in/to a situation with you ‘til they find a better option.” -Alone.

So to further analyze my own insecurity I realized that in order to love others I must first love myself. The first words from Mary J. Blige’s “Be Happy” came to mind as I got my boy N.I.K to croon, “How can I love somebody else if I can’t love myself enough to know…”

Well I know plenty of us look outside ourselves when it comes to relationships. We judge, we expect, we wait, we hope the other person changes but how many times do we go within to look at what we have going on? Not too often. This song helped me figure that out, maybe that’s why it’s called “Help.”

“I had to see my grandma die/before I got a Grammy yea I fantasize/I never celebrated Valentine’s now y’all trying to turn me into Family Guy.” –Help.

For most of my time dealing with women I thought it was cool to be desired. Then I began to yearn for the feeling of being open. I wanted to know what that was like and I wrote “So High” as a song about physically turning someone out, but I truthfully wanted to feel the experience I was speaking on. That might be confusing. What I mean is I wanted to float like I’ve seen some people do. They get all enamored and goofy over someone…until it’s over.

It makes you not even want to go up if you have to fall.

“Your feet might be touching the ground but you gon feel like you up in the clouds.” –So High.

Coming down includes highs and lows. “All About Us” is a tale that chronicles an issue of outside interference. Friends with opinions, haters doubting your partner, Exes knocking at doors are all forms of intrusion that can make two people separate. Sometimes you have to tune others out and focus on what you have with whom you have it with.

“From what I could feel, people think they Dr. Phil but we got it locked and sealed.” –All About Us.

When I first started my mission to become a hip-hop superstar, I thought I would be rich, famous and forced to date a supermodel, actress or singer. Now that I am on a new mission to reach people through powerful, human messages, I don’t care much about the status of my mate.

But doing music does make one feel like you need someone with star power. “Superstar” is my ode to every woman out there that is a celebrity in her own right. If you would love to make your woman that works a job, raises kids and is not in front a camera all the time, feel like she’s a pop icon when she’s on your arm then play this for her.

“I treat you like you the one on the stage and there’s nothing that could get in our way.” –Superstar.

I’ve been in situations where I see someone in a relationship that isn’t working and I want to save them. But I know that’s unrealistic. So instead I wrote a song that makes a slight comparison to my girl’s old relationship and what I can bring to the table. We all have current people in our lives that were with someone else before us and sometimes we exist in their shadow whether they were good or bad.

So “Feel Good” is my way of telling my lady that I am not like the dude she was dealing with before.

“Heaven on Earth if your mind can just imagine it/Paradise, Garden of Eden, Jesus of Nazareth/couldn’t bless you more I cant even find an adjective/good is an understatement…” –Feel Good.

In my days I’ve come across couples that cite finances as a serious issue. “Look At Us” is about the doubts a female may have that her man is not in the place she needs him to be in terms of stability. She is uncertain they can make it since romance without finance is a no-no.

This song suggests that the bread is coming and the focus should be on happiness even though this is real life and bills must be paid. I don’t think there’s a right answer to this riddle but I know this topic gets real.

 

“You seem a little unsure, is it cause you want more/like somebody unpoor, I don’t think we’re done for/I know how you feeling, I been reaching for the stars, putting scratches on my ceiling.” –Look At Us.

If you believe you know all there is to know about marriage then you probably just haven’t been faced with enough scenarios. I decided to list a bunch of “what ifs” that don’t necessarily have an answer but they will spark thought in “The Happening.”

From a guy meeting a flirty chick, to a girl running into a smooth character while they both have a loving spouse at home. How do you deal with an Ex that you feel like taking down one more time? How do you fight off the flossing stranger willing to do things your main love wouldn’t?

“If I’m chilling at the Wal-Mart trying to buy underwear, cashier smiling heavy/She says ‘holla if you need help trying these shorts on’ and wrote her number down already.” –The Happening.

I compiled brief anecdotes about my boy who stopped rapping and started a family, my radio interview with Angela Yee and my run-in with an Ex-chick and these stories all surround my fear of commitment and falling for someone.

I do believe that when you do go in headfirst in a relationship you shouldn’t fall for someone. Falling in love suggests that one day you must land, or get up. I would rather stand up in it, remain who I am, respect myself and my partner and that way if I need to walk away I’m already standing. And if it works out, then we’re both in it wholeheartedly and clearheaded.

“I always said that I would never fall in love, ‘cause I stand up in anything I do.”  –Hard.

But if that doesn’t work and you have to argue and fight it out, do it naked. I have a temper that I keep in check, jealousy doesn’t look good on me, and yelling isn’t my thing. So I have created a method that will save a lot of relationships.

“Tell me everything I do to piss you off don’t hold it in/and I will kiss you in between every statement until it ends.” –No Clothes On.

I don’t condone following this foolish anthem for driving while intoxicated but my method back in the days was take some shots, grab someone else’s car and see what happens. I didn’t like hurting people and it made me feel bad and I didn’t enjoy being hurt so in order to fight depression I would hit highways with bottles in the whip.

I’ve come a long way since then and now I drink in my own car…I’m joking.

“Liquor store, Hennessy, plastic cups? No thanks,Verrazano, Turnpike I show you how the pros drink.” –DWI.

“Commitment is dumb, marriages are doomed, all I hear is homie yo don’t ever jump the broom.” So why did I make this CD? Well with me being against the institution of marriage, I always said it would take the feeling of wanting someone so much that I would crush my opinions about broom jumping. I guesstimated that plenty of men wanted to pick someone that would make them throw out their rules and preconceived notions. So I wrote “Something About You.”

Throw in the fact that there are a lot of gold diggers, fast chicks and cheaters out there and you have someone ready to slow down. I wrote some short stories about encounters with different women that led me to feeling like it may time to chill.

“And if it sounds like you won by default…Who cares I’m caught?” –Slowing Down?

When you slow down, folks from the past pop up and some of them act like they have the right to hate on your current situation. Imagine going out to dinner with an Ex that expresses interest even though they ended it with you. Yea you can see it, you would show off your ring, your good life and let them know they messed up. And you would probably ask them “How Does it Feel?” And get D’Angelo to sing to them. I did.

And then you would hope that what you have lasts. “Forever” is a long ass time and we throw the word around like it’s nothing. The ideology of a permanent partner always there through sickness, health, poverty, wealth, weight fluctuation, hair loss etc, is interesting. Well it’s actually insane but we shoot for it, we claim it and even though divorce is as popular as leggings and body magic, marriages are still going down.

Don’t let me scare you though. Don’t worry about flicks like Why Did I Get Married and I Think I Love My Wife and The Break Up or the screenplay I’m writing entitled, Don’t Do It Dummy, I’m Serious…Ok Do It, I Won’t Say I Told You So.

Be your own person and follow your heart…or whatever cliché phrase sounds good. Now that you’re running to download this masterpiece, here is a link to do so.

The Break Up Part 2: The Proposal

And if you feel like donating, I shall put the music on iTunes soon. Thank you for reading and listening.


Monday Ramble #34 Thee End

As some of you have done, I picked some teams to win in the NCAA basketball tournament that lost. And I was upset for 12 seconds about it.

In an ironic twist I played in a tournament game myself yesterday and was not victorious at the end of four quarters.
If someone had picked my team and had to watch us lose by one point they would probably be disappointed like I was. That brought me to the revelation that you cannot control everything.

And I thought about who came out worse in this ordeal, the person choosing a team or the actual team member? And then I got hungry and I forgot what profound question I had asked myself when it hit me…

Why am I concerned with March Madness when the world is supposedly near its end?

Why are any of us going to work, or not robbing banks or looting liquor stores or supermarkets or living out our sexual fantasies or saying what we’ve always wanted to say on our Facebook walls?

Because we don’t know if it’s all about to be over for real. I was told the date was May 21st or something. And that sucks for the babies and kids, I mean it sucks for everyone but I still think it’s just a rumor to make Obama look bad. Someone that disputed his presidency would just love to get a chance to say “42 Caucasian leaders of the free world and we all survived, one half-African and everybody dies…”

I’m not blaming Barack but I do know this, if it’s all ending soon I need some sort of confirmation and clarity on which religion is the winner.
I need to know who to pray to right away. I’m not saying I’m gonna switch teams but I will fill out my brackets differently.
If the Catholic’s way of confessing is the way to go holla at me, are the Jews the chosen people? Are the Five Percenters right? Should I have paid attention in that Mason meeting I snuck into? I know the Israelites are still on some corners going in, and even though a lot of them got haircuts after the ball dropped in 2000, there’s a chance that their philosophy was on point.
Who wants to get to Heaven’s gate and find out you were giving credit to the wrong deity? Not me. Jah? Allah? Zeus? Somebody throw me a bone here.

They told me accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and whatnot would guarantee some other stuff that sounded splendid and I bought into that, I signed up years ago, so if that changed and there’s a new God like there’s new math I’m not up on…I’m just saying.

Not that I’m sure about the whole Heaven thing, I just think Hell would have to be easy as…well, Hell to get in. So they would probably be packed, therefore allowing more space in Heaven for people that had evil thoughts, but not so bad actions. There should be an action list and a thought list because most of us have daily thoughts about smacking infants, stabbing supervisors or poisoning significant others but we don’t do it.

And that’s why this omnipotent being that I have an open-mind about right now should understand and let folks in.
But what if there’s no Hell, Heaven, or purgatory crap anyway? And God is just “love” and the churches were made up years ago because every week people needed reminders why they shouldn’t kill someone that was poorer or uglier than they were. What better way to stop madness on earth than to suggest that in the afterlife you would be punished?


Well it scared me as a kid, mention Hell and I was really contemplating being burned over and over with some crazy demons eating my flesh then returning the next morning. That’s not what happens? Well it helped me not go to jail as a pre-teen.

So yea like I was saying, what if God is just a feeling and the bible stories were all just exaggerated tales of talking snakes, long-haired warriors, seas splitting, giants falling to boys, fatal floods, immaculate births, saviors healing, dying, returning and you giving a non-refundable tithe so you feel better about your weekly deeds of shame and indiscretion?

And all the different religions were just franchised moneymakers that derived from the same sun-worshipping theory that mirrors Christmas and Easter. I’m not going into that whole birth and resurrection correlation to the sun’s position but some of y’all know what I mean. Google it.

Or reincarnation could be the ticket, what if no one ever really dies? You just come back as a higher-evolved being of consciousness…or a lower one. And technically monkeys, cows and roaches are more advanced spiritually than humans so we may just return as one of them. Damn, I hath depressed myself.
That wasn’t my mission.

Wrap this up, I shall with some positive wishes for the end of the world:

-At least we will all share a death date.

-There’s nothing like knowing your enemies aren’t going to outlive you.

-The terminally ill don’t have it so bad after all.

-If your horoscope for that day mentions next week, you will know they’ve been lying all this time.

-Sex with a stranger? Not such a bad idea after all.

And although I don’t know how it’s going to happen, I hope it’s not nuclear or flames or even water again.

I think if “God person” is reading this, He or She should end it with some angels flying down and picking people up one by one so no one knows who gets dropped into the fire or brought to the clouds. You just see them fly away and…you know what…maniacal aliens would be better. It would force all races, gang members and maybe even some animals to ban together and fight for survival.

Dominicans would fight alongside Puerto Ricans, inmates and correction officers would hold hands, Klan members and Crips would join forces, dogs would align with cats, oh what an independence day it would be. If we all die like that, I’d be cool.

What do you think about the end being near?


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