okay

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i'm hoping that you will forgive me for my absence...so i am sharing this video as a peace offering.

love,
me

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

this is how i waste time

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get your goodies here. drooooool
KARMALOOP

get some other stuff here
pigeons and planes

fallin

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The door slammed in my face, the tears no she didn’t see it
No gimme a second, wait just a damn minute
Im a loser in this game, you’re a winner, tactful sinner
This is bigger than the cold I felt last winter
But you had me caught, you had me wrapped in vine
Yeah you had my heart engulfed, what was yours was mine
And that’s fine, we had a good run, I took a chance and lost
Im willing to admit it, and it doesn’t mean that Im soft
Before I leave this time imma reveal one truth
Instead of playing lovers you were playing sleuth
And that’s the truth, even in my youth I knew it was the truth…
Hey you dug me under till I couldn’t even breathe
Now im cutting chains till I can see that I am freed
Nas told me once and now I see that I agree,
Some time ago my country shitted on me.

mixtape of the weeeeeeek

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get it here

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the comeback kid

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She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

and no longer, not now, not tomorrow, no more solo dolo.

ai a grizz, my 2nd week...i need some nba in my life

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practice? you're talking about practice? come one man, practice?

im in my 2nd week or rehearsals...out of 33. yipeee.
its lookin like im gonna miss the raps season opener for the first time in years. fml.

anyhow. ive been workin like crazy, hence the lack of stolen material on here. haha.
i still had to come on here and remind you that blueprint 3 comes out tomorrow in canada. you know you should get it. so do it.
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Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits...Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

ever thine
ever mine
ever ours

-Beethoven-