Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
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A tip from your favorite nurse
(that’d be me)
Always have eggs in your fridge
You just never know when someone will split their head open
Or cut their finger while cooking
And so on
See that membrane there?
While the blood is gushing - hold pressure and crack open an egg
Peel that there membrane off and put it on the wound (continue holding pressure)
The membrane will harden and keep the wound closed until you can get to the ER for stitches
If you even need them that is
Nature: 1, Band aids: 0
You’re welcome.
By the way
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An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Papa, Don’t dig up that garden. That’ s where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie
At 4 a.m. The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Papa, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances. Love you, Vinnie
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J. COLE: NOTHING LASTS FOREVER
I tried, you tried, we tried
All of the times that we had together
We should’ve known nothing lasts forever
When this shit end, man it’s gon’ get ugly
Real real ugly, your grandmama loved me
And your mama loved me, little sister hugs me
Even got a few homegirls that wanna fuck me
Soon as this shit end, forget about it
You been stayin’ in my crib, you gotta get up out of it
Cause if you layin’ in my bed, let’s admit about it
One time fuckin’ and we no longer upset about it
Cause when this shit ends it’s either all or nothin’
I thought you loved me, how the hell you gon’ call yo cousin?
You know the diesel ass, half slow, evil ass
Nigga in that Honda showin’ up with that drama
Oh my mama, we been through it all
From the goods to the bads, rise to the fall
You done seen me at my best, seen me at my worst
So when this shit ends, know it’s gon’ hurt
(You can’t say we didn’t try, you can’t say we didn’t try)
I tried, you tried, we tried
All of the times that we had together
We should’ve known nothing lasts forever
They say we won’t last
I know you suspicious, but you don’t ask
And I don’t tell, that’s where we both fell
A good nigga gone bad
Good chick a lil mad as fuck, she done had enough
I be, out here tryna raise my status up
But success bring bitches, and they bad as fuck
Ass fat as fuck, with a little ol’ waist
I ain’t want the whole meal, just a little ol’ taste
Should have looked both ways ‘fore I crossed you
I guess I never thought I could have ever have lost you
Now I’m out stuntin’ with this bitch, you ain’t about nothin’
While some nigga learnin’ all the shit I taught you
Damn, guess you deserve that, a new start
But deep down you know we grew apart
Long before I broke your heart, if I lost your respect
I’m just hopin’ you don’t look at me as somethin’ you regret
(You can’t say we didn’t try, you can’t say we didn’t try)
I tried, you tried, we tried
All of the times that we had together
We should’ve known nothing lasts forever
I got your message I been meanin’ to respond, know it’s been awhile
Apologies, I ain’t been around
I wanna kick it, but I know that shit is different now
And times have changed
Let me know if I’m out of bounds, are the lines the same?
I mean ya lookin’ good, yeah you still got it
Been reminiscin’ and I’m not sure how I feel about it
Now we can say that all good things come to an end
But we know each other way too well to pretend
We went from friends to somethin’ much more
To breakin’ up to makin’ up and fuckin’ once more
Second chances, we gave enough to finally
We gave it up, but some days I be wakin’ up and wantin’ one more
But what for? Maybe it’s just the weather
We break each others hearts, so maybe it’s for the better
Holler whenever, cause you always got a friend in me
And nothin’ lasts forever, least we got these memories
(You can’t say we didn’t try, you can’t say we didn’t try)
I tried, you tried, we tried
All of the times that we had together
We should’ve known nothing lasts forever
