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The Sweet Scent of Depression and Suicide Within The Air

think about this.
you are enjoying a perfect day.
sun is shining.
the wind smells so crisp.
you are wearing the perfect outfit.
everything fits you to a tee.
nothing could fuck up the day.
well, think about the opposite.
it’s raining hard.
everything just seems to be going wrong.
nothing can put a smile on your face.
you just want to go home and crawl into bed.
every thought you have feels heavy.
you just want to sleep.
maybe forever if you could.
that’s depression.
they say 120 million people on this planet suffer from it.
does that include everyone on social media?
so many people trying to play perfect.
their smiles so big on facebook.
bodies so sweet on instagram.
they tweet about their lives like it’s something out a movie.
they try to be modern day celebrities.
“why isn’t that me?”
“am i doing something wrong?”
you start to dig yourself into an emotional grave.
oh i been there.
trust.
“no one wants to hear about your problems so why even talk about it?”
i guess that’s why we are so shocked when they commit suicide.
life is funny that way.
when it comes to depression…

Why are we so scared to admit it?

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Serge Ibaka Says, “Cheese!”

ya’ll know serge is no stranger to the foxhole:

someone get me an id on that bag!!!
well you know i had to show you serge’s new photo shoot pics…

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I Guess All The Hoes Are Retired Off Twitter?

instagram.
twitter.
facebook.
where you can be a hoe peacefully and discreetly.
how do you think all the video vixens and vh-1 stars find meat?
so why would this nfl baller wolf,
quentin qroves who plays for the browns,

go looking for street walkers?
someone explain to me…
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Sometimes All You Need To Do Is Take Your Shirt Off

as usual,
hood introduces me to someone i’d like to know:

yes.
yes.
oh yes.…

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Jack’d: The Valley of The Nymphos

“well that dick ain’t gonna meet itself jamari.”

i love the people in my life.
that was the text discussion i was having with a fox last week.
i was ranting how i needed some pipe.
selective pipe.
the type of pipe with a nice pair of these:

…
(whew)
sittin’ just right.
sure it may not be “good dick” stroke wise,
but nothing wrong with a visual nut right?
last regular basic hybrid i gave a chance was a snore.
he fucked me to sleep.
literally.

“jack’d?”.

oh that place.
how we always go back to social sites when the going gets… hard.
after downloading the app again,
i decided to try something different this time…

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