“Then it goes to the big man. You go up the hole and dominate!”
and all i can think is, “How could Sakurai think that tripping would be a good idea in Brawl…?”
Train Ride.
Today I took a ride on a train.
I took my seat next to an older man who didn’t say a word.
As the train slipped into motion, so did I slowly slip into unconsciousness.
And as the train rocked and bounced, I began to dream.
I was eight years old and I was on the lake in the Kingfisher.
It was midnight exactly and I had never in my life seen so many stars.
The night was chilly, but I didn’t notice because I felt a pleasant warmth in my chest.
There was no sound, except the outdoors and the water moving slowly, like a lazy river.
Then I was in college, and it was a night where we had to go somewhere.
So we went. We went to the field by Sofia’s house where there would be no one.
We talked - about dreams, about love, about life, a lot about life.
And after our words were just a whisper on the wind, we laid there. And we were quiet.
And then finally, I was a Dad.
My son was six years old and he was laying on my chest on the couch.
It was Sunday afternoon after we had eaten a family lunch at home.
He was asleep already, and I was close to slumber as well.
But before I closed my eyes, I looked at his face and his hair and his hands.
I felt his breathing: the same. I heard his heart beat - his heart was my heart.
I woke up on that train not abruptly at all.
One of those times where you ease into being awake. Like getting into a hot tub.
And on that train, and in my dreams, I was at peace.
AND
AND WATCH IT SPIN!!:D
autt:
I am so confused.
No. The answer HAS to be no. They are only a thing if you let them be a thing.
The best.
this jalapeno sausage lit my mouth on fire
Faaareal ‘do. I had some tonight as well. It was so spicy.
Today is a Mos Def type of day.
It’s simple mathematics.
I thought that by 2012, we’d have flying cars, matter transporters, and hoverboards. And now that year’s started and all I see is a slowly recovering economy, derisive politics at home, and social ills that should have been solved by now.
I refuse to accept the notion that “some things never change.” All I’m trying to say is that maybe we ought to reopen America’s conversation on race and social inequality. I don’t think ignorance goes away when, “we don’t see people in colors” or “we don’t talk about race so that it doesn’t become a problem”.
The simple irony in such a choice is apparent in that choosing silence on a controversial issue only allows for more ignorance to follow. We should be discussing our differences with one another to understand that we really have so much more in common than we think.
As Americans, we all want the best for our country and those that live in it. To ensure our relevance as a global power, it is necessary that we resolve our domestic issues at home before we consider offering assistance and advice to countries abroad.
Langston Hughes had it right when he said in his famous poem over 75 years ago.
O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath-- America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!
