snowstorm

There's something ugly about snow & cities. The snow has nowhere to fall and so underneath the rampant stomping of hurried New Yorkers, it melts, withering away until there's nothing left of it but dark, murky rain water. Snow breathes in valleys. In woods and plains it falls, dusting the ground and then growing mountainous until there's white as far as the eye can see. I miss that snow...that happy feeling you get when you look outside your window and you see bright ice. It makes you want to breathe in that crisp air. All you breathe in here is the air of crispy halal food.

A hero is a man that does what he can.

Can. The ambiguity of the word is haunting. It's as if to say that what one can and cannot do are predetermined, so you might as well do what you can until you reach the point of cannot. The glass ceiling is already there, so once things seem unattainable, you should just stop where you are and watch the other more capable people continue on up. No. That is absurd. A hero is a man who does what he can and what he cannot do. He sees no line dividing the two. He has freed himself from the shackles of insecurity because, in essence, that is all 'cannot' really is- insecurity. So which will you chose- become a blur in the horde of complacency or transcend the limit and do whatever the hell you want to do?

A hero is a man that does what he can

A hero is a man who sees a problem, knows he can’t do anything about it and walks away.

A man who understands that by fumbling around he is just in the way of a speedy recovery.

A hero is a man who knows his boundaries and acts according to them.

No one wants a man who thinks he is capable of doing all tings. That kind of man is called arrogant and they aren’t well liked. And a hero has to be well liked. A hero also has to be appreciated. We appreciate someone who does the work that he knows he is capable of doing and doesn’t look over bundled. The perfect balance of help and hold, that is a hero.

Take for example batman. We all love batman. Because he was a normal human being with some kick ass gadgets. And he knew when something was too much. If he couldn’t handle it he called in the justice league.

Now superman. Superman got his ass handed to him by Lex Luther on a number of occasions due to the fact that he believed to be capable of what he wasn’t. What good is a superhero that doesn’t know what he’s capable of?

Maybe I’m making all this up. Maybe I don’t correctly remember Superman or Batman. Maybe it’s the Naproxen speaking. Who knows?

How to Date a Rich Girl, Jewish Girl, Asian Girl, and College Girl

When you pull to the rich girls house, you better be in something better than a 2008 Audi. Have flowers in hand when you reach the double doors. Be dressed in at least a button up and jeans, but don't worry about the rents, they're in Dubai for the weekend. Make sure that you did some research before you left. Memorize the top stories on perezhilton.com. It's the rich girls bible. Make sure you bring a few months of pay, you have to spend at least that. Don't worry if she dips out to the bathroom in between cources, she's probably already snorted some on the dashboard on the ride over.

Now for the jewish girl, you can ride up in a 1998 Honda civic and your in the clear. Be prepared to act like you grew up in Long Island and spent weekends in Miami. She's gonna complain so practice your lean and nodd in the mirror. Try to act like a gentile when she reminisces about her bat mitzvah. But make sure you remember how to open your wallet - Jewish girls don't want their money going toward anything.

With the asian girl skip the flowers and bring the hello kitty stuffed animal. Stay away from the asian food, they'll just talk about you in Chinese. Also stay away from any school subjects because you won't be able to keep up.

For the college girl don't worry about where you take her, just make sure you get some food in her stomach so you don't have to clean up from her later. Don't worry about your car, walk your ass over and knock on her door. You don't have to pay, but if you do then your guaranteed she's coming home with you that night. Have drinks ready, even college girls love natty ice.

D'Ambrosio needs ta get out

"My ideal life is a quiet one...if I'm lucky I'll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment... and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it and know that everything is there."

This is far too passive. Don't get me wrong, certain cc's of passive can work sometimes. Its good at the Steinbeck level: meandering through the Salinas Valley like some cool-water river taking its time to meet the sea, stopping at a farm here and there to lend a hand, maybe uncover a "lovely sentiment" or two somewhere along the way. If not, keep moving.

D'Ambrosio's ideal goes beyond a healthy acceptance of things into a disconnected disinterest. If suicide runs in your family, why not step out the door a bit before the inevitable happens? Maybe pull a Hemingway for some time. Work for the Kansas City Star, fight in World War I, a Catalan insurgency or two, retire to "gay Pareeee", hunt, trap, love, make it too, write a novel about it all, then you know if you still feel like it...

At least get out a little. Get out for Christ's sake.

call me Ellipses

No more black vs. white nigga we off that
please tell bill o riley to fall back
Don't call it a comeback, i've been here for years
different name different time but we still fight for our right to rhyme

King Poetic too much flavor, i'm a major
Atlanta ain't Braver, I'll pull a number like a pager
cuz i'm an ace when i face the bass
41st street is the place that is giving me grace
now wait, another year and I might be dead
got an educated head filled with ideas that excite the feds
I like to write and rhyme, so please tell me why i'm still pre-med
Ima performer show me a mic and it's like
I was born again, torn again between two lives, two lines
i just don't know which way the car will drive

I'm maxed like your cards, i always go the extra yard
my acids flex by reflex at the sight of pizza and chex mix
you hear me on your stereo sets, are you set cuz this you ain't gonna forget
I drop lines, wear size nines, hope to never run it
damn, Cubcheck's got more kicks than a mothers stomach
Excuse me, I have to rise cuz i'm wise
this is just the exercise till the microphone dies

Every afternoon i kick out a tune
i don't really have much of an aptitude
for rappin
So my apology goes out to manhatten the island of staten
Brooklyn and Bronx is livin fat and
to my queens crew let's boogie down enough props enough clout
ill will, rest in peace yall, yo, i'm out...

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HEY YOUNG WORLD.
HERE WE COME..