(via hellojosiekitty)
This is not Californication. There’s no way to glorify this pavement. Syrup, percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant. Despite how Lil’ Wayne lives, it’s not conducive to being creative.
And I know ‘cause he’s my favorite, and I know ‘cause I was off that same mix, rationalize the shit that I’d try after I listen to Dedication. But he’s an alien. I’d sip that shit, pass out or play Playstation.
Months later, I’m in the same place - no music made, feeling like a failure. And trust me, it’s not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent’s basement.
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“Students, like black people, have immense unused power. They could, theoretically, insist on participating in their own education. They could make academic freedom bilateral. They could teach their teachers to thrive on love and admiration, rather than fear and respect, and to lay down their weapons. Students could discover community. And they could learn to dance by dancing on the IBM cards. They could make coloring books out of the catalogs and they could put the grading system in a museum. They could raze one set of walls and let life come blowing into the classroom. They could turn the classroom into a ‘field of action’ as Peter Marin describes it. And they could study for the best of all possible reasons - their own resources.”
- Jerry Farber, 1968
so solid, now you’re like water.
We started drowning,
not like we’d sink any further,
but I let my heart go -
it’s somewhere down at the bottom.
I’ll get a new one,
and come back for the hope that you’ve stolen."
