Now. (i know i'm generalizing this, yes) but as girls go crazy over Eclipse/New Moon and Gossip Girls and such this much that. guys go nuts for the World Cup. and Sloan.
who in the world is Sloan? Well ladies, we guys have asked ourselves that very same question upon her breath-taking introduction in the best show ever made for men (Al Pacino films aside and you seriously need a smack if you think otherwise. it's my blog. shoo along and go wank elsewhere, 'c*nt muscles'!) - Entourage!

Yup the boys are back. and damn right they dont sing like Glee. (only song i can imagine Ari Gold ever singing ironically, is Joy To The World while taking a piss at a failing agent he's about to chuck in the stove...ah...the power of corporate balls and seniority!)

Season 7 is in. (no bootleg just yet), but the crew is back and mhmm, E is back with Sloan. (thank you Mark Wahlberg, and HBO too). This is not a review cause i've yet to catch an episode, and i don't do reviews much, but even if you hate Vincent Chase or Drama(how can anyone hate Viking Quest hm?), Sloan is in the picture yet again (alright ladies. to break it down, the whole Jessica Alba thing was a front. i mean she's hot and all but......next?anyone?).
Plus i guess there's nothing like seeing a crew of homeboys make it big, get dragged down, only to prevail again. everybody loves a great comeback, no?





roll a spliffy and continue stocking up on the beer boys. sorry ladies, World Cup's drawing to a close, but the good fellas are back.

tnx rif.

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directed by Roger Landon Hall of Groundnation
salam

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when the world cracks and crumbles. i shoot everyone. or i shoot myself.
but i don't fucking hide.


















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bob dylan x tracy chapman = maya angelou. yes?

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in maynard we trust.

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"Nature, nurture, heaven and home,
Sum of all, and by them,
driven to conquer every mountain shown,
But I've never crossed the river.
Brave the forest, brave the stone,
Brave the icy winds and fire,
Braved and beat them on my own,
Yet I'm helpless by the river.

Angel, angel what have I done?
I face the quakes, the wind, the fire
I've conquered country,crown, and throne
Why can't I cross this river?

Pay no mind to the battles you've won
It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle,
Open your heart and hands my son,
Or you'll never make it over the river.
It'll take a lot more than words and guns,
A whole lot more than riches and muscle,
The hands of many must join as one,
And together we'll cross the river."






























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it feels as if... in between melancholy, morals and mortality, are our mistakes and makeshift reality. something you might never comprehend. but it is okay..go on ppl. you've got your world. i got words. you've got righteousness. ive got pages. trust in kharma that everything will be made into sand and washed onto our childrens’ shores. ...i wonder too.

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