3rd Bass are one of the best rap groups of all times. Hands Down. No
contest. Don't even argue. It's not worth it.
Sunday is a day of reckoning - a day of taking stock. It's a day to
kick back, light up the coffee maker and make it sing songs of
percolation. It's a day to shake your soul and force it to see things
the way you don't want to - sometimes, in a face-slapping/cold-shock
manner.
I'm trying to get back into blogging without the risk of it becoming
a mechanical exercise of check-mark ticking. I'm trying to be more
open about how I really feel and not conjuring up existential garb
for the sake of being deep.
Stick with me.
