#splifts

[instabileatrofia]

Lo splift

I.S.A.

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Do not remove the captions pls.

#original art #digital art #instabileatrofia #2023

[killacolorado]

Smokey coffee shop spoken word hip hop wit a vocalist,

Melancholy, selling Molly to all the local kids,

Folk lore, my Folks lure you in with so-called sticks,

Some call spliffs, others call gifts, we all get Lyfts,

Splifted, red-eyed heavy-lidded misfits,

Switching my shoes, paying my dues, nothing to prove,

Nothing to lose, throw your hands up until you tap the roof,

Crack a few brews, throw some weed in the shrooms then take a Jurassic pull,

Put on some dancing shoe, let the beast in you, get loose, go ape, caveman rage, hit a rave and forever remember these days……

#poetry

[enters-the-wave]

#carharttwip #carhartt #smokeweed #smoke weed #smoke #smoke a joint #splift

[poetdreamerfool]

third ear 🔺👂🏿👂🏿👂🏿

Art should be dangerous and all this painful shit are the fangs to us-- greatness isn't something you achieve its something you accept; It's not enough for growth to be desired; It must be craved-- 30 years a slave to the shadows of a grave: here lies greatness, even greater in death-- In my lungs there's more weed smoke than breath-- smoke and mirrors smoke and my vision is clearer paint a perfect picture while painting a picture perfect but "pothing's nerfect" said the apple to the serpent but it ain't hear it cause it was busy in the mirror twerkin-- but whats for certain I'll chase money til its curtains; I'm hungry hungry-- my stomach hurtin' I ain't lunchin' I'm churchin' I'm feeling like a prototype but I'm the finished version money on my mind in my mind like a neurosurgeon-- in good hands, out of plans, hourglass met sand-- me and that bullshit is like JoJo and his stand; just cause you can't see that shit don't mean it isn't there just cause they call it equal don't mean shits fair-- or sweet you can't give me dreams and tell me not to reach! you can't tell a lion not to eat! not to hunt! not to seek! what I sowed came to fruition and I reaped I go til I can't then I sleep never sleep though make tough decisions like they freethows god whispering to the devil "damn he goes" lights camera action we splift good and evil is like Garfield and Heathcliff or pain and bliss hit or miss bull and shit that and this...

#poetry #poeticstories #alt lit #recognizingthevoiceless #poets on tumblr #black poets on tumblr #spilled ink #prose #original poetry #poetsandwriters #poetsglobe #poetselixir #button poetry #wnq anonymous #wnq poetry #wnq writers #black poets society #slam poetry #spoken word #slam poem #slam poet #creative writing #original poem #freestyle poem #original poety #buttonpoetry #poetsclub #black poetry #black poets matter #writerscreed

[djevilninja]

From childbirth to hearses, flow like the Nile cover surface; I bit the fruit from the Serpent. Apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted; Control the rap game? You got it twisted.

Nas - Nas Is Coming

#nas #dr. dre #music #hip hop #hardcore rap #90s #east coast #gta #gta v #nas is coming

[nerosunero]

20 June 2021, Dublin. Splift on grass. Sunday

#20 June #dublin #nerosunero

[jjohnt84]

When people get on my nerves, I just play more Redman and zone out ha….👋🖕✌️. #meditation

“Avalanche on your whole camp when I’m splifted Funk Doctor, who? Spock, bitch, don’t get it twisted”

Legend 🙏

#musictherapy #itsthediggydiggydocyall #redman #methodman #hiphophead #livinglegends #funkdoc #gillahouse #hiphop #wutang #therapy #hiphopmc #muddywaters #musiccollection #musixcollector #reallyreal

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#meditation #musictherapy #itsthediggydiggydocyall #redman #methodman #hiphophead #livinglegends #funkdoc #gillahouse #hiphop #wutang #therapy #hiphopmc #muddywaters #musiccollection #musixcollector #reallyreal #jjohnt84

[ahandfulbabyuhh]

“I got tickets to Taylor splift. The Taylor swift regagge cover band.”

Yo even when I’m watching Netflix, Taylor’s always involved and I ain’t even mad 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

#taylor swift #the good place

[italicwatches]

The Good Place, season 2 - Episode 12

Fuck. Me. Running. When I find the man that invented opening stores for Black Friday on Thanksgiving day…Well, that bastard better be somewhere deep in the Bad Place. Anyways, it’s The Good Place, season 2, episode 12! Here we GO!

-And we cut right in with the whole team, as Michael lays out the simple idea that the soul is as mutable and changeable in the afterlife as in the duringlife. These four became better, again and again and again. It certainly doesn’t prove what they were like on Earth…

-But that’s not the point. What it proves is that their time on Earth is not a sufficient metric by which to judge them. Hundreds of millions, hundreds of billions, have been wrongly condemned for behaviors they still have the potential to change!

-Damn, even Gen is impressed. That’s not easy.

-Chapter 26!

-So as all this debate continues, Eleanor and Tahani get to talk about what they both went through. Tahani admitting how she slipped into her old patterns…Until she realized how it wasn’t worth it. She told them about eating cheetohs, and then she was gone.

-And Tahani also realized something else. She only got this far, only became able to stand for herself instead of all of that mess, because of Eleanor and the others. Without them, she’d still deserve to go exactly into the Bad Place.

-Even Jay realizes how crazy this has all been…And that’s when Janet decides she needs to talk and she loves him. She’s needed time to process that and she had that time and she loves him. Whatever happens, she needs to put that on the board.

-Which leaves Chidi…To march right up and just kiss Eleanor full on the lips and quit letting himself get in his own fucking way. Hot, diggity, dog.

-And then Michael and Gen comes back, and here’s her plan. You’ll each get a Medium Place, like Mindy, as an isolated holding chamber while they figure out the legal ramifications. Each, on their own.

-…Nope, those both suck. Try again.

-So, Gen lays it out. One, you all didn’t pass her moral tests right now. Two, she’s pretty sure you only improved because you thought you were in the Good Place, not because you were honestly improving. “You’re supposed to do good things because you’re good, not because you’re seeking moral dessert.”

-Michael’s argument, of course, is that they so consistently strived to be better, every single time they had enough time to do so. There was not a single loop where they got worse, or even stayed the same for any length of time. All they ever needed, was…

-A push in the right direction.

-And Gen realizes what he set upon. This is madness. But, do they have any other options on the board? ..Fuck it, they’ll do it!

-Do what? What is happening here. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE—

-Snap?!

-And Eleanor wakes up.

-…With her grocery cart.

-Back on Earth.

-To five minutes before she died. Back to before the zero point. But as that set of carts comes rolling for her, she’s yanked out of the way by a figure, who’s gone as fast as he was there…

-And she really, truly realizes, she almost died. So by the time she gets back to her shitty apartment with her terrible roommates, and tells them how she was so close to meeting truck-kin. And they both give about…half of a quarter of a fuck to give, at most. And after all of it, she realizes it.

-She realizes she’s hit rock bottom. And, maybe it’s the near death experience. Maybe it’s these weird feelings lingering. But whatever it is, things have to change. She ends up going into her trashed up room, cramming things into bags, and getting it clear enough to dig out her laptop, sit down and work. She puts a big post onto Facebook, saying how she wants to change…And the first reaction is to assume she got hacked.

-The next day, she goes into that shitberg medicine hawking job, and quits. And they do not give a single fuck, as she fights her way through the badness, and even comes to apologize to the environmental guy outside the grocery store.

-And she ends up talking to him for a while…And that’s how she ends up with a new job.

-While back at HQ, Michael and Janet are watching their four experiments…And Michael is ecstatic at Eleanor’s ticker tape. She’s on the right track.

-With each morning, she gets better. She fights her old impulses. She learns how to, bluntly, give a fuck about something, and it changes her, real and deep.

-It’s not that long before she’s sitting in a restaurant with her roommates, and admits she’s shifting to a vegetarian diet. Something more sustainable. …And wow, her friends are terrible, and Eleanor realizes…She’s got to come clean about the whole Dress Bitch thing. Which, of course destroys the friendship in two seconds.

-So that’s how she ends up in a new place. Ends up fighting through the hard part of doing right. The parts where you get punished for taking the hard route. The parts where I’m sorry that is a day-old slice of pizza in her toaster.

-And one day, she ends up bumping into a car when trying to find parking. And leaves her number.

-And the woman sues her. Claiming whiplash.

-For a bump where she was not in the fucking car when it happened.

-And Eleanor’s shitty roommate, stuck with her after their rich bitch friend kicked them both out, can only laugh at how Eleanor’s attempts to be good have fucked them over so thoroughly.

-Back in HQ, Michael is displeased at this stagnation. It’s hurting his case something fierce…

-And indeed, the environment guy comes to Eleanor’s place and what the fuck happened to you? But cue her roommate who got tickets to, and I quote, “Taylor Splift, the Taylor Swift reggae cover band”. And so Eleanor has to lay out how her attempts to be better fucked her over. Why should she try to be better?!

-Because, you, feel, better about yourself when it’s done.

-But, she slips. She can’t do it. And that’s how she ends up back with her old dirtbag boss at his new gig, teaching people how to start up pyramid schemes.

-Back in HQ, Michael and Janet are struggling, trying to figure things out. But he realizes the core problem. She needs a better environment. How the hell can he give her a better environment…

-So that’s how Eleanor ends up drunk in a bar, a straight year after her near-death experience and on her birthday. Right back in the same slump she was in before.

-And a certain bartender look it’s Michael. Michael’s tending bar and he offers her a chance to talk it all out. They end up there for the entire night as Michael works on his tending skills, and Eleanor ultimately vents about how….How she got fucked over for doing good.

-Your moral dessert. …You know, he had a friend who talked about how, whenever she did something she knew was wrong, she’d get that little voice telling her no, don’t do it, it’s wrong. And the biggest thing she got from doing good? It wasn’t awards, or praise. It was the simple, honest awareness that that little voice could settle down.

-“Your friend sounds like she’s one pickle short of…a…a pickle party.”

-She’d always been a little rough around the edges…But she had a good heart. And she made him a much better man, when she followed her conscience. Drinks are on him tonight. But…Try thinking about that conscience. And ask yourself a simple question. “What do we owe each other.”

-The next morning, Eleanor wakes up with a hangover, and Michael slips back into HQ…And Eleanor, when she’s back on her feet and when Facebook shows her that post from a year ago, can’t get that sentence out of her head. So she ends up googling it. Finds the book. And finds Chidi’s lecture on it posted up to youtube.

-And she ends up spending the whole day, watching Chidi’s lectures, on and off. And his ideas…They resonate. They’ve always resonated, time and time again.

-And that’s how she ends up on a plane. And how something, something she can’t understand but can’t deny, draws her there. To the university where he teaches. To his office. To be standing right in front of a man that she hasn’t been able to get out of her head since she saw him.

-Michael sees that moment…And all he can do is smile. The one single linking factor in all of the reboots in his neighborhood, was Eleanor finding Chidi. And now…Now it’s time for things to get interesting.

-Credits!

God DAMN. DAMN damn damn. They keep flipping the script on me. And we haven’t even touched on the fate of Jay or Tahani! Jeeeez. This show. This fucking show.

I can only imagine what season 3 will hold.

But after all that, it’s time to get back to anime. Something…Uh, actually I don’t know what yet I’ve got like three things to pick between and I’m too hungry to say something pithy WAIT FOR IT

#where I watch #recap #live action #the good place #season 2 #spoilers

[dancehall-song-lyrics]

Buju – Never Stopped Lyrics

Buju – Never Stopped Lyrics

Never Stopped Lyrics by Buju  Sunshine ah hit Get off the sheets A say a little prayer and I burn a splift Because I still Dey breathe I’m on my feet and I know tonnes of n***** still hoping I quit jigga Ma shit legit, ko si elomi, Not where I want to be yet so I still Dey push jigga And I don’t ever fail to bring the heat And nobody stopping this, so you can watch this   I’ve never stopped in my…

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[jamaica-song-lyrics]

Buju – Never Stopped Lyrics

Buju – Never Stopped Lyrics

Never Stopped Lyrics by Buju  Sunshine ah hit Get off the sheets A say a little prayer and I burn a splift Because I still Dey breathe I’m on my feet and I know tonnes of n***** still hoping I quit jigga Ma shit legit, ko si elomi, Not where I want to be yet so I still Dey push jigga And I don’t ever fail to bring the heat And nobody stopping this, so you can watch this   I’ve never stopped in my…

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[instabileatrofia]

Cronache semiserie

Lo splift che viaggia

con i suoi boom

ed i suoi bang, 

mentre si fa strada in me

la voglia di ridere

sul tutto.

Rientro dal grottesco

fottendomene alacremente

che tanto

non fa differenza,

che tanto siamo in tanti

e qualcuno che vive il tutto con normalità

ci sarà pure, 

quindi lo faccia lui il portabandiera.

I.S.A.

#instabileatrofia #i.s.a. #scrivere #scrittura #scrivo #pensieri #parole #versi #poesia #poesie

[fuckboyloveletteres]

All I want is good vibes that’s why I light a splift every 2 hours I’m getting hazy maybe comfortable enough to get lazy hop on the gram to laugh at a room that shady I got my eye on your bitch cause she a pretty lady might holla at your Girl and make her my baby smoked another blunt now I’m even more wavy 😤

[enters-the-wave]

#bic #lighter #coconut #coconut paper #smoke weed #good weed #weed #splift

[poetdreamerfool]

2022 Freestyle Series #9

Rise🧗🏿‍♂️

Art should be dangerous and all painful shit are the fangs to us greatness isn't something you achieve its something you accept It's not enough for growth to be desired It must be craved-- 30 years a slave to the shadows of a grave: Here lies greatness, Even greater in death-- In my lungs There's more weed smoke Than breath smoke and mirrors smoke and my vision is clearer Paint a perfect picture While painting a picture perfect but pothing's nerfect said the apple to the serpent but it aint hear it cause it was busy in the mirror twerkin

but whats for certain I'll chase money til its curtains I'm hungry hungry my stomach hurtin I ain't lunchin I'm churchin I'm feeling like a prototype but I'm the finished version money on my mind in my mind like neurosurgeon in good hands out of plans hourglass meet sand me and that bullshit is like jojo and his stand just cause you can't see that shit don't mean it isnt there just cause the call it equal don't mean shits fair or sweet you can't give me dreams and tell me not to reach you can't tell a lion not to eat not to hunt not to seek what I sowed came to fruition and I reaped I go til I can't then I sleep never sleep though make tough decisions like they free thows god whispering to the devil "damn he goes" lights camera action we splift good and evil is like garfield and Heathcliff or pain and bliss hit or miss bull and shit words is weapons and I'm full on clips and my shit don't miss pow

yo the devils in the details god is in the sky I see the reason why in my children's eyes its the panecea when depression starts to slide x2 words come out my mouth like tears used to come out my eyes play a stupid game and you get a stupid prize but when you're at the bottom you can't do shit but rise

P.

#poetry #poeticstories #alt lit #recognizingthevoiceless #poets on tumblr #black poets on tumblr #spilled ink #prose #original poetry #poetsandwriters #poetsglobe #poetselixir #button poetry #wnq anonymous #wnq poetry #wnq writers #black poets society #slam poetry #spoken word #slam poem #slam poet #creative writing #original poem #freestyle poem #original poety #buttonpoetry #poetsclub #black poetry #black poets matter #writerscreed

[lovin-rebel]

light the splift 💨