The Rockets are an exercise in organized dopeness. The crushed velvet of modern basketball. Soft and gentle. Reductive, kitschy. Motherfucking Niagara Falls. Steady come the points. Mike D has bars. The union between James Harden and Chris Paul has been a success. The drums come in heavy. Die die die. A smooth funk present. They …
When I was in high school, I, for a brief period of time, pretended to be someone else. It was only ever over the phone, and only with certain people (girls from my school, mainly) but it happened. The purpose of this charade was simple, almost boring: them laughs. The name of the fake young …
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