Sayings on The Internet

In my wallet, in my rib cage, I love love enough for comfort, knowing money go with it.

Check the baseline out.

And then I just... smiled.

Intellectual, spiritual, and artistic initiative is as dangerous to totalitarianism as the gangster initiative of the mob, and both are more dangerous than mere political opposition.

And everyone's quit, 'til you offer them a cigarette.

I don't scare easily.

It's okay to lean into the joy.

Raise my hands to a fallen sky, I fantasize; me jumping planets immortalized. I correspond. Three angels watchin' me all the time. Put my children to sleep with a prayer, then close my eyes: definition of peace. Tell me who gon' stop me? I come from love.

Get your adaptation up!

Overcompensating will keep you stagnant.

Turn the blessing to courtesy, I ate off this fork in the road.

Let me try it. Let me try it.

Are we the next big thing?

And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast.

We will always be there for you.

I wanted to discover something, you know? It happened.

I was hugged and I was cuddled; I was smuggled across the puddle, thought my destiny was struggle.

She's never read the Divine Comedy and neither have you, but still.

I don't dance; I work. I don't play; I slay. I don't walk; I strut, strut, strut, and then sashay.

And I'm not into bats. I'm into big-headed animals like Aristocats.

For no matter what learned scientists may say, race is, politically speaking, not the beginning of humanity, but its end, not the origins of people, but their decay, not the natural birth of man, but its unnatural death.

Hannah Arendt in The Origins of Totalitarianism (Part Two: Imperialism, Chapter 5: The Political Emancipation of the Bourgeoisie, Section III: The Alliance Between Mob and Capital)

And I got a bunch of dreams, but they don't mean nothing.

I'm trying to get lit before we go to the club.

I love air so much.

If the angst reached its zenith in the 1970s (Watergate, the fall of Saigon, gas lines, the hostage crisis), its nadir came in the '80s.

P - Find Me

To learn.

No. Is that like a cheese or...?

Money could finally beget money because power — with complete disregard for all laws, economic as well as ethical — could appropriate wealth. Only when exported money succeeded in stimulating the export of power could it accomplish its owners' designs. Only the unlimited accumulation of power could bring about the unlimited accumulation of capital.

Hannah Arendt from The Origins of Totalitarianism (Part 2: Imperialism, Chapter 5: The Political Emancipation of the Bourgeoisie, Section ii: Power and the Bourgeoisie)

I choose Defiant Jazz.

Sooner or later, love is gonna win!

Fuck a rap battle; this a long life battle with yourself.

the instant of ponderance

My other car's a massage.

But if we aren't dead yet, then let's not live as ghosts, and if we aren't in jail, then we can leave the house, and I'll show you that there's reason to hope in the spray paint that's all over downtown.

organic revision

My Tio Ernesto, describing the inherent mechanism of life

I wish it didn't have to end like this. Met at your wit's, a cliff. Told you my grip was slipping. You looked up like "Is it really, or you want your fist for clenching?" Couldn't answer.

OP got bamboozled, Clown-style.

I love helmets. I LOVE helmets.

'Cause we are down, but we're not broken. This world is unfair, but we'll keep on going. Just me and my prayer, we'll sit here rowing. The sea doesn't care; it's overflowing. But I've learnt that if you try to get the waves to break before the time you know it takes, the water just comes stronger and you end up stranded longer on your own. Hope isn't always known, but it is there.

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers!

Having a waterjet is a dream come true. I have literally been talking about these for at least ten years; just ask my wife - How long have a I been talking about water jets? (Wife: "Forever") And now that it's here, I'm just so excited. It opens up so many creative doors for part design and interesting things that you can do, and I can't wait to show you some of the things I have in mind.

hip hip

Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug.

25 but living like I'm 50 with 3 kids.

Big ups to the internet.

ay, ay, okay okay, like

What is a pajama?

print "(brmmmm-brmmmm-putt-putt-vraow-chatter-chatter bye mr. fibonacci!)"

The body of my text possess extra strength. Powerlift the powerless up out of this towering inferno. My ink so hot, it burn through the journal. I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle. Hip Hop passed all your tall social hurdles, like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex. Working-class poor, better keep your alarm set. Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring. Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream for cha-ching; cats get the cha-pow! — you dead now. Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow. It's a numbers game, but shit don't add up somehow.

Hundreds of people have thought about this problem for thousands of years. What can I do? You can do something.

It's more than just a domain name. I built - I'm building an empire.

They took the credit for your second symphony, rewritten by machine on new technology. And now I understand the problems you could see. I met your children. What did you tell them?

art is dead.

Imma get that money before I curl up in a coffin. They think I'm rapping, but I'm just talking. They think I'm playing hopscotch, but I'm just chalking.

Ha ha ha. Hidden in the shadows.

Alright, then let's take a fucking break. Fuck you guys, right? I put a lot of time and effort into this shit and this is the thanks I get, so, you know? It's whatever.

I hate getting money for the sake. It's for a car. It's for the cake. It's for my dawgs. And the dates. And a white gold grill for my face. I need a place for the PlayStation 2, play Final Fantasy by the 8(th).

Fasted from love; avoidant when you tried to chase me, I ran faster from love and then chased after you dumb. I know the wrinkles on your brain just like the back of my thumb. I wanna pick it, but I listen when you tell me we done. Where my persistence? You knocked the wind out of my sails. Where my conditioning? You counterbalanced out my Libra scales, but now they tip again. I look to my right for the reminder of the mission, and your spot is the emptiest; hold vigil where you was sitting.

Fall enters as the summer ends. Feelings come in waves, immense, had my 6th sense busting. Thumbing through this bread like it ain't nothing. I got a lot of that that I could spend. Broke niggas watching other hands. Broke bridges that I gotta mend. Cold winters had my innards tense, and I ain't smoke a spliff since then. It’s no substance in my system. The best brother to my sister and the culmination of my coexistence with 'em. So learn; you gotta listen. Living peacefully my only mission. Cut the grass; I heard the snake hissing.

They like what I'm about. Every time I'm killing it, the whole 'hood feeling it. I got the word of mouth.

Get up off the pavement. Brush the dirt up off my psyche.

Let me be clear. A follow from me is not an endorsement. It's a warning that I do not like you and that I'm following you in real life.

This is my shrine. This is my sacrifice. This is my cul-de-sac; I been back here twice. Spent weeks just lashing out; discovered when I write, these small addictions be draining the color out my life. I keep a blick but can't escape the thought of what get left behind. The news got me the type of sick I get when mother and I fight. Can't take your seat at the table because the stool is up too high. I see when niggas get famous, the revolution in them die.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Celebrities getting cloned like Tyrone.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Celebrities getting cloned like Tyrone.

My lessons sting 'cause family structure built around your drama. I'm sorry to my brothers as they grow up like I grew up, with a dungeon as they hell and they heaven in the sewers. Was eleven when I grew up. My mama told me "You hit rock bottom;" I ain't even blink. Twice, I told you 'bout your problem, brawler; you ain't even think. Twice smack across my fuckin' face, and I can't even love right. My bitch ain't doin' nothing wrong, and I can't even love right. My ink is begging for this song, and I can't even love write. You throwing chairs across my room, and all I got this one mic. I got a fuckin' grass tattooed and I don't even love fight. I can't even find it in me.

I had to pick that up. Eye had to shed that tear. I had to give that up. Eye level led me here. Sky level bred, I'm fallen. Blind spots, so all sights sealed. Alright, so now I get it. Might pinch me, now eyes peeled.

You broke as shit; what the fuck you supposed to do? You can't get employment 'cause you never finished school. You gotta do something. You hear the streets calling. In the fridge, all you got is two eggs and a stick of margarine. Get in front of work, claim you a piece of turf, get it popping. Nigga try to stop it, put him in the earth. They say we living wrong. They never felt the hunger pain; I did. And believe me, I will never feel it again. While we go to prison, they go to college. We gotta sell dope, while they get an allowance. We got a mom and, of course, they got a mom, but our mom got 3 jobs; they mom got time to jog. We do a crime, they slap behind the fence. They do a crime, it's just a slap on the wrist 'cause they dad know the judge and the judge know they mama and they all play golf together while we serve the time. I ain't bitching, I'm bitting. I ain't stressing, I'm giving you lessons. You can take heat if you want. I got sons, got' teach 'em wassup. I got a daughter, man I hate to say this shit, but I know she gon' fuck.

I'm on the boulevard, La Cienega. Fiesta Fiesta. Where you get the style passed down from? Ancestor, ancestor, ancestor, ancestor.

What it is. What it do? I'm a g. What are you? You ain't shit; you falling off. I'm a boss. Get a clue. You look old. I been new. You the fake. We the truth.

I'm clutch.
I'm clutch. I'm clutch.
I'm clutch. I'm clutch. I'm clutch. I'm clutch. I'm clutch.

I'm sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away.

This sound like the boat I haven't bought yet. This sound like the moment I jump off it. Sun shining, cold water filling in my pockets, this lake water better than the faucet I grew up with.

Can fail a million ways; they still be dumb enough to love me or trusting enough to love me, so I'm so fucking lucky. I still attribute it to talent 'cause I love the gluttony. Just like I love the fame, and I love the pride. Just like I love the pain, and I love the ride.

Okay okay ohhhh

Optimism with some moderation. I ain't different from nobody gravesite, thankfully. Greatest fear is that the spotlight changing me, or that it's nothing and my people rest ain't in peace. Whatever judgement day, just wear your brave face; already know we gon' be passing notes faithfully. And laughing so hard it hurts.

This is the first episode of the new year, right? We're going to y'know move away from my sort of vitriol in terms of the concussion that I'm still dealing with. I'm moving to where y'all can improve. Does that make sense? I think I have a unique point of view, umm, in terms of where there are holes in your personalities, where there are - there's room for improvement in terms of y'all holistically as people as you pertain to my life and the world at large.

Human beings are miraculous creatures: so fragile, yet so resilient. Their existence shouldn't work, but somehow, for now, it does. Human beings, though not intelligent life, are somehow still capable of love and expression and beauty. Human beings are like the universe looking back on itself.

It'll be okay. I think that needs to be established for all of us that are easily distracted, impatiently waiting for that American dream, staring at the cracked screen of my anti-facts machine.

No. I've never had any body, unfortunately.

Like those who have played this game, I know you know how difficult crossing this bridge is. And you know? It took a few hours, but with concentration and dedication, you could see us make it.. all the way.. 'til the end.

Anybody who has tested anything in a scientific way knows this is not conclusive, but it's interesting. Damn!

water, water, water, water, water, water, water, water

Con Dios

My Mom

We're just here to live, baby. We're just here to live. Y'know? We're just space dust that got to peek our heads up for a moment then go back, go back to nothing.

Ooo this Coca-Cola got me wired. The fuck are they putting in this shit?!

The city is painted with memory. The water will never run clear. Birds and the bees and the flowers and trees, they know that we've both been here. And I can flee the country for the worst of the year, but I'll come back to it.

It's gon' help you do computer faster. You're gonna to be able to play on chat rooms better. You're gonna be able to send emojis that you've never even fucking heard of, okay? 5G gon' make ebaumsworld.com a real planet!

Smart went crazy. Truth went trendy. The story got lazy, so I rewrote the ending, manipulated the entry, more user-friendly. Now a city full o' pain pills and tattoos defend me.

Every day is a struggle. I would say every day is the worst day, but you know what they say: 'What makes you sick, makes you stronger'. And, um, I'm sick to my stomach the whole day and I'm filled with this deep anger and I want to take it out on someone.

Overground. Watch this space. I'm open to falling from grace.

Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'. Hold on. Let's get this shit. Let's get this shit. Let's get this shit. Let's - hmm.

When my momma hear this, I know she gon' be feeling this. Her son make her feel good like photosynthesis.

To sort of foster that camaraderie, I thought that maybe we could all break bread together, right? We could all have lunch. We could all learn. We could do a lunch and learn; learn about each other over lunch, so I got y'all clams casino.

Why? Don't you you think I'm living right?!

I don't know the stakes I play but they're worth everything to me. And I know that you're always tired comrade. Just hold on a bit longer and I promise that we'll sleep, when we return to the anarchism of the worms, without god or master there, six feet underneath the earth. The anarchy of dirt. The commune of the dirt.

If you want salvation, then you oughta go see a priest. Cause forgiveness from those that we hurt in this world never was guarantied. I'm coming home. It's late again. I'm high as I've ever been. You're sitting up. You're in our bed crying for a ghost again. No room can be as dark or as empty as ours is. Cause I'm at home, but I'm not here and I never am.

I gave a beer to a bum that was drinking. And I gave some sauce to my best friend for cooking. And I gave water to all I thought were thirsty. And that's how I learned how to survive.

We need a new place on the computer where we can be epic mind-soldiers who live by the assassin's creed and do the most epic of legendary behavior. I'm talking about a place that's NOT a website. It's NOT a website! It's a different reality! It's a whole new world where we can be whoever the F we wanna be.

Life-long dream; let's go. Let's fucking go. Here we go baby. Eye of the tiger. Crank this fucker up.

If you close the door, the night could last forever. Leave the wine glass out, and drink a toast to never.

And God knows I could make amends. But I've got an angry heart, filled with cancers and poppy tarts. If this is how you folks make art, well that's fucking depressing.

And that's word to my ex. And that's word to my tongue. And that's word to the woman who had my heart beating drums.

I'm top dog. And I like to swim in the dark.

Kidneys losing function, body aches, chills, and shivering. I feel like I'm gonna freeze. Drake, if you don't give me some pills and come down here and heal me, I think I'm gonna die. Drake, you need to help me. Please! Please, Drake!

On the topic of the 2024 California Goober National election, so this is for the governor...

Got a Lambo like Lebron's mom

Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lives. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.

In all these dreams, you came every time. I never got my nut.

I'm on that ledge. She grabs my arm. She slaps my hand. It's good times. Yaa. Sleeve rips off; I slip; I fall. The market's down like 60 stories. And some don't end the way they should. My silver spoon has fed me good.

I will be equally racist tomorrow.

Have you been to Super Weenie Hut Jr's?

I ain't got a job, but I'm saving up. All we got is time, not a fucking rush. Just got a check, but it ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough.

Close your eyes, and I'll give you a treat.

ooh, ooh, Wahahahahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

People never talk me off either, too.

Lean all on the square; that's a FUCKING RHOMBUS.

I can't breathe when you're not there; you're not there; you're not there. I can't sleep; it's a nightmare, a nightmare, a nightmare. I can't breathe when you're not there; you're not there; you're not there.

I showed up 'cause of you. And my mind's been racing, running laps over you.

I'm tired of failing. It's making a hole in my heart and in my head; I've finally lost all control. I quit my job for this, but nobody gives a shit, so this year will be my last of playing shows.

Girl, do you really wanna be my friend? or do you really wanna be my lover? If not, baby, let's pretend; pretend love.

I know. Tell me about it.

Healthy

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist. Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist. Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist.

What's good? Is that potato salad?

Mama, wipe your tears. I'm fighting titans; can't invite you here. Poetic license, veering from the mic, my chest too tight to steer. Chess lessons, bloodletting, flood when the night is clear. I ain't give a fuck 'til my lungs had to fight for air. Glaring, staring numb, therapist had a light to spare. Snatched me by the eye, said I'ma fight whether I like or not, and she told me reasons why, but that's the private part.

That's scary. That's so true.

And if you with me, mama, rub on your tits, and whatnot

It just allowed me to express something, to have fun, to have something to show for my time, to create something for others as well as myself, and it's worth trying.

Have I?

I think, I think they're laughing.

I can't move through the moss and all the weeds that grew. I'm so rude to myself; feel I lost my youth. My family is super broken; think I lost my roof. They still care, disconnected, bad Wi-Fi use. I'm still here - "Go get it, stop crying, you"

I will try to leave you alone, and I will try to leave you alone.

bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.

I don't think these venules supposed to hold venom, or I don't think exposure to this cold is for a nigga, boy. I don't even know if all these probes is worth bigger toys. I be talking shit that it ain't English words fitting for.

Craig!

Do you remember?

You fucked our sleep schedule! You fucked it! Cocksucker!

Hello. I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl who looked good; I would call her. I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a '64 Impala.

I've been thinkin bout you. You know, know, know. I've been thinkin bout you. Do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya? Or do you not think so far ahead? Cause I've been thinkin bout forever.

From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch. Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck. I got touched by a hazy shade of God, help me change. Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins.

I can feel the changes. I can feel the new people 'round me just want to be famous. You can see that my city found me then put me on stages. To me, that's amazing. To you, that's a quick check. With all disrespect, let me say this...

Oh well, I'm just really into respect idunno and I think its a historical fact that the fedora is the most respected and respectful of all the hats, so um ya, I choose ye.

I love that

This small-town girl needs some big-city fun. The cotton clubs and the cocaine discoes.

It's your responsibility to do something about it! Well I, I have the key in my hand. All I have to find is the lock. the lock. the lock. the lock. Now listen to me, all of you.

Take a, take a step back.

Do I act a friend or an enemy?

I got propane in my ABCs.

Don't be timid. Don't be nervous. Jingle's here, at your service.

What to get the man who has everything? Tryna fit myself into a schedule and a wedding ring.

It's been a long, a long time coming. But I know, a change gon' come. Oh yes it will.

It tastes (sip) fuck all. Cheers!

Ice

I want it so I'ma go get it.

Like (clap clap clap clap) we could have told you about the ghost of the inn keeper. But we made a deliberate choice not to. And that's on us.

Light a joint, or spliff it if you're classy.

Cloudy weeks float by through an eggplant sky and I'm an April fool. The hell did I do?

Momma put me out at only fourteen. So I start selling crack cocaine and codeine. Time to stack some paper; I gotta do it quick. Thinking I'm a juvenile, but they don't know who they messing with. Yeahhhhh. My momma's only son, but I live every day like its my motherfucking last one. Every nigga and they momma asking 'Why?', but I'm in the game, live by the game, and in the game, I'ma dieeeee.

Pockets flooded; y'all be dilute, watered down. I'm Big Mac. I'm Quarter Pound'. You chicken nugget.

The summer nights can even turn cold. In the streets of Philly, where niggas don't even get to turn old. My heart pumping 'til it turn gold. You niggas stuck in neutral; I'm riding like 'Fuck it; it's a long road.'

I should probably fucking transfer. Blue and brown JanSport. It's time to pull a transport. I never went to prom. Now I'm stuck on the dance floor, just holding your hand. just holding your hand

Sex in the city probably feels really really nice with hands placed on faces and twinkles in their eyes. Sex in the city probably looks really really great with a girl that's like a 10 and a guy that's about an 8. Sex in the city sounds like it takes place on stage while moaning in key while Marvin Gaye sings.

Make way; I'm in my Pepsi mood.

"Ethan is giving bad advice"?! How the fuck am I giving bad advice, Gamooch?!

Life, I'm coming for you!

Tell me we have it! Vamos.

Promise Heron I'll put my fist up after I get my dick sucked. Quick buck. Maybe a gold chain.

I understand I ain't perfect, I probably won't come around. This time I might put you down. Last time I ain't give a fuck; I still feel the same now. My feelings might go numb; you're dealing with cold thumb. I’m willing to give up a leg and arm to show empathy from.

Jeder nach seinen Fähigkeiten, jedem nach seinen Bedürfnissen (From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs!)

No. I don't want that. I don't like that. Been around the world; I'm not impressed.

Were you ever lost? Was she ever found?

I never had a dog. So I never been good with bitches 'cause I never threw a ball fetch.

Run it. Run it. Run it. Run it. I rock. I roll. I bloom. I grow.

I'm Andrew Pile and I support the death penalty.

I ain't rich yet, but you know I ain't broke ei'.

Right on; rice cooker.

I said 'Thank you, I designed it.'

Everything's coming up Steve! Aww I just stepped on my wine.

You take two strangers and put 'em in random predicaments. Give 'em a soul, so they can make their own choices and live with it. Twenty years later, them same strangers, you make 'em meet again inside recording studios where they reaping their benefits. Then you start reminding them about that chicken incident. Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence? Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be serving life while I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight.

When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Beyond the barricade, is there a world you long to see? Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free! Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again!

Okay. Shoot your shot, young buck.

Hey, what can you say? We were overdue. But it'll be over soon. You wait.

Coral bleaching.

And Wes is looking at me, while I'm recording this song. He's probably laughing right now, just while I break the 4th wall, saying "What's up" to you all - just kidding, I don't even care. I hope you turn this shit off and you just get yourself out there.

Playing with kids is improv except instead of your goal being funny, it's demonstrating being the most empathetic and happy person possible.

I was like: Good gracious! Ass is bodacious.

Ahh - that moment of waking up. And saying: “Why am I in a roundabout?” Then I remember: Oh ya, the YouTube thing.

I was acting, motherfucker.

Teyonah Parris (as Yo-Yo in They Cloned Tyrone, apparently breaking the 4th wall)

My place is usually tidier than this.

Can you pass the happiness, please? I need to top off my drink.

Mmm ice cream so good. Meow yes popcorn

That's okay 'cause YOU'VE GOT THIS

Don't call it impossible, if you really want that. They sent my ass to summer school; don't call it a come back. I just came to beat a bully's ass and get my lunch back.

As they turn your dream to shame. He slept a summer by my side. He filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride. But he was gone when Autumn came.

Every morning feels like yesterday. Put a smile on your sad face.

I wish I were LeVar Burton.

I love cocaine! And selling it to kids.

That really sucks, lady!

I'm not sad; I'm devastated!

Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in.

I'm like Willy Wonka, baby. Chomp Chomp, Bitch!

Tony Lazuto?!

Look up at the star

I'm fat and nobody likes me.

Are we the baddies?

Scratch that. Can we make love?!

She can ride my face; I don't want nothing in return. Except for some her time and all her love; that's my concern.

Ya, we need some rebels around here if we got stupid laws like that.

Lunchtime!

She liked petty crimes; she had green eyes, like Mountain Dew.

God the world I'm living in frightens me.

I ate some of it, but I wa-y'know - I was fortunate there was an umm... music class for babies happening in my backyard, so there was a lot of like parents and and children and nannies. And so I just brought out the Edible Arrangement, like walked into the backyard and was met with like a big round of applause, and I did a little twirl almost in spite of myself when people had - when I got the pop. And then I just left it and and other people ate most of it.

If OpenAI needs 1,536 dimensions to embed information, I’m going to at least need the 4th dimension.

The world is so smallllll, 'til it ain't. I'm building up a wallllll, 'til it break.

I'm the illest and it's fo' shizzle. My flow sizzles. Your boy, Hop, go hard like some cold nipples.

Let me tell you...I don’t know. I literally have no clue how this dumb fucking orb can have so much power. I have worked my whole life researching and gaining knowledge, and this dipshit sphere sleeps all day and has powers that gods fear. And that’s impossible. It should be impossible. There has to be an answer here and I don’t see it and that’s NOT FAIR. If knowledge is power, then power should be knowledge, and Kirby is everything and he should know everything, and yet we know nothing! I can’t think in here. I’m going outside! How do I get outside?

They're artists; they've lived in France; they travel; they smoke; they wear turtle necks. And, they play Beach House. And this song comes on and you know you really should be staring out of a train window crying into your reflection on a dark stormy day and then you laugh along with everyone and have some red wine and feel what it's like to be social and uncomfortable and like it.

Love. Love, Theodore. Cause there's so much you can do in this life that means nothing. But the one thing that means anything - and I'm sure of it now - is love.

Take control of your mind and meditate; let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all.

This show is so good, and it raises a lot of moral questions. Like, if Data is a robot, does he have a penis?

Mindy Lahiri (from Season 5: Episode 8 "Hot Mess Time Machine", aka the Groundhog Day one)

They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers. But what's the real cost? Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper? Why are we still paying so much for sneakers when you got them made by little slave kids? What are your overheads?

It's getting old. The shtick is getting old.

Noommm.m.mm.m.m

Yeah Yeah

Let difficulty transform you, and it will. In my experience, we just need help in learning how not to run away. So we stay. And we work. And slowly, we change.

Pema Chödrön

Because I loved her! I killed her because I loved her!

He said this is it. They want your blood. They all want your blood. They wanna fuck you.

Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike. But I learned it from a song I heard and sorta liked.

I fly like paper; get high like planes. If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name. If you come around here, I make 'em all day. I'll get one done in a second if you wait

Hello, Foot Locker. You sell shoes in pairs? Cause I'm'a need both.

And I'm just in the studio hoping that it SOUNDS RIGHT. Here's a brighter bulb for your LIME LIGHT. And this is your night, homie, SHINE BRIGHT. This for everybody's fucking PROM NIGHT.

Exactly rice. I kinda butchered the bitch.

I would like to thank Dr. Pepper, God, my family, Walsh University, and everyone back home in Ohio for all the support; it means the world to me.

No, sorry – I-I - right now I cannot talk. I'm too angry, too disappointed, too... phooo ... I – I just cannot - cannot say anything. I prefer to go to the stewards, uh, get the penalty away. Because I don't think I deserve it, and it is the most unfair penalty I’ve seen in my life.

Just don't look at them. It was that simple.

Welcome to New York City. No - welcome to Dip Set City. And thanks to Cam, I'm Harlem's new anchorman. YES, CHUMP, YOU SHOULD SHAKE MY HAND

Take me to church; I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.

Cuz, we live life to the fullest. 365 nights on the strike - that's a bullet. Now, Uncle Ricky got a month and some change. And it feels like the garbage truck dumping the pain, all on my shoulders. I'm warning my soldiers: "The night's getting chilly, the morning's much colder."

What is a photo? Moon mode magic makes the media mad, but many more manipulated megapixels have their merit.

Yes you can.

Live to enjoy your successes, not prevent your failures.

I don't care. None of this fucking matters. I'm just trying to make money.

Stop burning my beans!

And I got that lonely feeling you get when the world hits you with its size.

Being safe is for mothers and nerds, and last time I checked, I'm have a pussy.

I'm more confident with my holes now.

Yea Yea

What are your guys's greatest strengths?

She isn’t crying; she’s just making conversation

Fuck you

I'm so god damn tired - can't tell if I'm done or just uninspired.

U wot m8?

My date last night in London. I had never heard someone say it unironically before

I'm something so immaculate / Instead of asking what's happening rather blasting Jackson 5 in back of an Acura / acting blacker than a Bernie Mac, two Charlie Murphys, and AKON / The girls that you brought, where are they FROM? / Where are they FROM? / We were playing PlayStaTION / Why you standing there? Say SOME' / Girl , say SOME' / No, this ain't a vacaTION / This is my house, my house

I fucking - I fucking love crisps so fucking much.

You call it running; I call it escaping

I feel myself on my Mac / No Dre; I'm feeling myself / Big baller holding the dubs cause I'm not catching no L's

Uh ya. I guess?

Annoying

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. - bad to the bone

This is all God's doing, man; you can't plan it / But if the devil's in the details, then I'm satanic

As I always like to say, I think the city is the fifth character. Hmmm

Boy you kidding? I got rhythm like a rocking chair. The way I spit it - it is sick; now get the doc in here

Ooohh, dammit. You anticipate my every move, you know that? You must be really good at checkers.

Martin and I have been talking, and - we're not going to play for the L.A. Lakers.

Tim and Eric's a caSH GRAB

His name's Ali

I think I might need to change my entire personality.

Hannah Einbinder (as Ava in Hacks)

Yo let me get you these toilets now.

Hey everybody; I'm the new kid. My name's Brian. I like to skateboard. I heard your last student pooped his pants. What an idiot!

Tell 'em Shirt, motherfuckerrrrrrr.r.r.rr...r.r.r.r

You know that for every minute you spend in America, in Paris, it passes 3 minutes longer to the second? Ya.

I'm on the grizzy, I wait for Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday to Saturday; the cops come, I'm thataway.

Oh it's fall now and it's cold. Went to the mountains and forgot my coat. I feel stupid in my shorts.

lol.

Oh, it's fall now and it's cold. Went to the mountains and forgot my coat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YP0V3ZSIRag

I feel unhappy. I feel so sad. I have lost the best friend that I ever had. She was my woman. I love her soul. But it's too late now. I let her go. - I'm going through changes.

I'm going through changes

Started smoking again. Guess I missed coughing my lungs up every morning.

There is always a butt, and for Liverpool, it is a big butt.

Guys, stop it! Okay? It is what is. Let's just drive home and stop at that really good ceviche place in Water Mill and just get taken in for questioning already.

Elliott Goss (played by John Early in Search Party Season 3 Episode 3)

This is for the lake that me and my friends swim in, naked and dumb on a drunken night. It should have felt good, but I could hear the Jaws theme song on repeat in the back of my mind.

About a month ago, I was lying to the world about having Stage IV cancer. And now, I stand before you outed... and victorious. But it's not just my benchmark. This is for that little kid in West Virginia who changes his name simply because he feels compelled to. And that mom in Dallas who says she has 3 sisters, but really, she just doesn’t. Let’s give a voice to the many complicated liars out there. Who’s with me?

I heard motherfuckers saying they made Hov. Made Hov say "Oh! Queso! Make another Hov"

Couple summers later, I got paper. I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel with the capers on a square plate

I am single. I'm saying why would I want to not be single unless it was to basically climb up the ladder. Like I want to rub ebbles, elbows with like, um...

Creativity isn't isolated to any one discipline alone. I mean look at Nick Jonas; he's a Jonas Brother, but he's also Nick Freakin' Jonas.

Ya bish

Smoking on top 5s / Motherfuck that album, fuck that single / Burn that hard drive

I'm one surgery away... from perfection.

And also I'm holding this cause it's a mistake. I didn't get two milkshakes on purpose!

Ruud van Nistelrooy! - doesn't miss... van Nistelrooy! - he can do no wrong

Hast du etwas Zeit für mich? / Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich / Von 99 Luftballons / Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont

You in the freezer, pussy, like an Ellio's Pizza. You don't like me? I don't like you NEITHER

You mean dookie poo no duh? I fre-hahah I really don't like dookie. I don't like dookie very much.

I miss tank synergy

It's probably been 12 years since my father left / Left me fatherless / And I just used to say 'I hate him' in dishonest jest / When honestly, I miss this nigga, like when I was six / And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it / Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots - I storm that whole bottle - I'll show you a role model / I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody front lawn / Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate

A tornado flew around my room before you came / Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain In Southern California, much like Arizona / My eyes don't shed tears, but boy they ball

Okay, it's Childish Gambino; homegirl drop it like the Nasdaq

When people show you who they are, believe them.

Love is taking a dive then getting really comfortable and peeing in the pool

When the floodwater comes, it ain't gonna be clear; it's gonna look like mud / but I will help you swim

Popping a bottle of Claritin (Woah)

You're not going to heaven / Why the fuck would you think I'd ever kick it with you? / None of you are going to heaven / There's a trillion aliens cooler than you

No, but fine.

my cart full of sin / when I shop, it's a spree

Amir got a Bachelors of Fine Aristocracy. After he marries his wealthy suitor he'll be the bell of the ball.

We had a megastart, but ya. This guy only knows how to drive starting first.

Hoooo that don't make sense, but it's funny.

Words don't have to mean anything to be interesting

But you know both of them now with the same materials the same uhh car underneath them and it'll be interesting to see how they go. But remember

I gave a company cheese and they called me a goat for it / Hopped over borders he travelled the waters / I really ain’t got me a boat for it, just float for it / I wanted the fame and the fabulous things / just don’t wanna dick in my throat for it / You think I’m really a rockstar, like living a movie / Bitch I live inside of a condo I never been cool G

Sexual partners of mine are appalled by my balls.

They've got their finger on the pulse. You know what I mean?

I love groceries.

Going to the gym, working out, and taking a relaxing shower is such a nice set of activities.

Staycation! And - you're right... why'd you say that stuff, man?

And you know what? Astronauts think they're so fucking cool. Guess what - they used to be, but now astronauts are the lamest shit in the fucking world. Thanks Bezos, you dork. You ruined - how did you ruin astronauts, bro?

The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.

Take a gander over there

Goose thief

Nothing good happens after 2AM

How I Met Your Mother

No assignments. Book of rhyming, and I'm drawing doodles. I should rhyme "rhyme" with ramen noodles.

It's lights out and away we go

Hasta la vista, baby

sup

its ya boi

Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.

Someone with a poor understanding of astronomy

Yo you want to come to my car and suck my cock?

It's a big world I'm just coolin' Make the money, do a backflip

6 Dogs

Brownie's gotta do what a brownie's gotta do, and guess what. This brownies, she's gotta do.

Capitalists, could you just like stop already?

Grouchy Marx

Brevity

Bill S.

The Rolling Stones Rock!

Sisyphus, probably

Just keep swimming; just keep swimming; just keep swimming swimming swimming