Happy Birthday Hulk-a-mania.
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When we started, we called this our blog. Who are we kidding? Out of respect for real bloggers, we'll call this our Twitter accounts' big sister.
Enrique: @LickMaBalls
Victor: @LouisVuittonBum
Enrique: @LickMaBalls
Victor: @LouisVuittonBum
~ Tuesday, June 18 ~
~ Monday, June 17 ~
Before I begin my review of Yeezus, let me prefix this with a few statements:
- Thank you to Daniel, who sent me this album only after I discovered his e-mail by mistake.
- This is still one of the greatest album titles ever just because I know it pisses off white people.
- This is the first album since 2003’s The Black Album that I’ve listened to entirely without falling asleep or feeling the need to take a break. Then again, the shit is fifteen minutes long and any noise in my ear is a better choice than listening to Bronx people speak.
This album is great production wise. Some lyrics stood out but before the Kanye Army comes out with Yeezy dildos to smack me for daring to blaspheme Kanye West’s lyrical prowess, nothing he said here was over the top genius. This just sounded like Kanye reaffirming what we already know: namely viewing himself as a deity and having to state how much he fucks his women so the gay rumors can go away(not happening since he “impregnanted” Kim Kardashian and has never been seen next to her besides for a photo op). This album was refreshing because it’s definitely better than that last bullshit he released where he tried to put on wax the equivalent of Titanic. Fuck that album and everyone who blew him for it. Don’t get me wrong, the singles were great besides that run away bullshit but it sounded convoluted. His best album to date remains Late Registration and now Yeezus ranks third on his best albums list behind Late Registration and College Dropout.
I don’t have a favorite song but my ultimate respect for this album stems from the fact that sonically this is the closest thing to Wu-Tang Forever. I just remember getting flashbacks to the feeling of that album and Yeezus definitely delivered on that. The other thing this album did for me is answer the question: What would a rap album sound like if Marilyn Manson was the executive producer? Yeezus has some great undertones if you just released the album as an instrumental and took out Kanye himself.
With all that said, it’s a good listen. It will push the envelope and most who listen will have no idea what they’re listening to but Instagram screenshots of them listening to whatever the cool track is for the moment so they can blow Kanye some more. Jay-Z is still the greatest rapper alive, Kanye still ruined fashion and you know who would have really made this album great? Nas. I’m not even a Nas fan but this shit has his name written all over it. This should have been Illmatic 2. Listen to “Send It Up” and it brings back memories of “Thief’s Theme” Nas. Why isn’t this a Nas album? Seriously? Alas.
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This is my favorite song of the year hands down and the original has been out over a year. Why couldn’t Ferg rap like this on the original? Is French Montana brain dead here? Who cares? This is great. I only wish Jim Jones was on this as well which would have made for some epic stupidity on screen.
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You Ever Catch A Duck Chewing Gum?
It’s a rare occurrence. It’s almost as rare as finding a four-leaf clover playing chicken with an honest politician. It’s rare, but it happens.
You have to be quiet when you catch something like this taking place. Put yourself in Elmer Fudd’s hunting boots and be “weeeeal quiet.” it’s duck season, motherfucker. Observe the area. That’s integral. Be on the lookout for suspicious activity, feathers, gum wrappers and NYC condoms.
Did you know that ducks have twirling dicks that violently spring into a female duck’s vagina? Did you know that the female’s vagina is equally as twisted as the male’s penis? Well, now you know. Here’s something to think about when you’re staring at a wall: Can a female duck use a curly fry as a dildo?
The last time I caught a duck chewing gum was on a breezy afternoon in the Spring of 1994. I was 8 years-old and I was feeding the ducks by the small pond at Mt. Saint Vincent. There was one particular duck, standing to the side, isolated from the rest of the duck gang. He gave me a funny vibe. It must have been the way he was standing there, smoking his cigarette and chugging a 40oz with his tar sunglasses. A cool duck.
Then it happened. Upon finishing his smoke and emptying out that bottle of Colt 45, he placed a stick of Juicy Fruit in his mouth. The fucking bastard. He chewed that piece of gum with a smug look on his face that screamed “I just finished smoking a cigarette and drinking malt liquor, and yet, you’re impressed by me, a duck, chewing gum? Fuck you, asshole.” He smoothly picked up his T-Birds leather jacket and walked away with an unprecedented swagger I’ve never seen in another web-footed animal.
It’s amazing what you can spy with your little eye when you’re quietly observing the scene, all the while, you’re simultaneously jumping through hurdles in an attempt to evade the vigorous urge to spew out verbal diarrhea. There’s nothing quite like succumbing to the pressures of a nearby conversation that offers nothing more than an unhealthy reduction of intelligence. Oh, and of course, the occasional chuckle. Those are usually followed up with an awkward pause as you study your immediate surroundings to plan your escape.
I like ducks.
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Dream & Death
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Ever wonder how many people challenge him on a daily basis for his title?
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Manhattan - Russ Irwin
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Carole Radziwill
In one way, nothing that’s happened in my life has made sense and in another way, all of it has.
I was a shy girl. I wasn’t the valedictorian, I wasn’t the beauty queen. There is nothing I can point to growing up that would have groomed me for any of this. But I observed and I studied, and most importantly I took chances when they were offered to me. I followed Eleanor Roosevelt’s advice – do one thing that scares you each day.
Most importantly, I follow my instinct. I’ve always followed my instinct - the feeling you have when something intangible is nudging you in one direction or another – and it’s as close as I come to a higher power. Here’s what I believe: Say Yes to what the universe puts in front of you, even when there’s no knowing how it will work out. Listen to your intuition with nothing less than awe. Don’t listen to those who judge you, quietly or not. Don’t listen to doubting whispers or negative self-talk, Who do you think you are? You’re a girl (or boy) with a dream, like me.
— Carole Radziwill
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~ Saturday, June 15 ~
I couldn’t resist reblogging this. This looked too much like Chris Bosh.coco montrese has really let herself go
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