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An agile skater skirts across Clocktower Skatepark in Wheaton.
Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 400, f/7.1, 70mm, 1/1600s
Isn't he the cutest? I didn't even know that lil sluggies had antennas until I took this picture! It was a life changing discovery(;
I was on a walk with my little sister Caitlin and I was highly distracted by what was going on in the trees and Caitlin was watching her toes while she walked. So there we were, walking along and all of the sudden she stopped dead in her tracks and I was looking around at everything, looking for picture oppertunities(: and I didn't notice her stopping so I ran right into her and she was like "LOOK, COURTNEY!! It's a slug!"
I've never been so enthralled by a bug before. It was SO CUTE(: So, I got down on my tummy and had some face time with him :P
Well, not really, my camera got all up in his face. He didn't seem to mind me being a crazy paparazzi though. Yay for polite slugs, hehe...
Eminem - The Real Slim Shady (Official Video - Clean Version)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJO5HU_7_1w
Location :Barcelona
Note : A spontaneous man posed for me on the street and I took this photo of him treacherously, with a comical pose.
Nikon 50mm f/1.8 G Special Edition
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Lately it seems as if it's me against the world
Like it was before my life became a movie
And they used to use my mothafuckin' trailer to tease me with
But I flipped that script like a refill of
Painkillers to pop the lid off that safety seal
It made me feel amazing, Navy SEAL of bravery
And if I may reiterate, I ain't even need a script
Ain't bein' conceited
But I made it to radio, eat a dick
I still never ABC'd the shit
Mainstream appeal but the skill is what made me iller
Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla
I was daydreamin' one day I would be the shit
And if I ever end up escapin' these streets I swear that I would stay here still
And if I'm crazy, I'll always be real
Don't make me steal an eighteen-wheeler
Break all of my friends out of here and take 'em straight to the Mercedes dealer
Peel off back to the same block that we came from, on a rampage too crazy for me to flip
What's makin' you think I need a switch? Cause I'm Adrian Peterson
When he's raging and heated and on the way to go beat his kid
On a track get spanked like he just did
(DETROIT!) I can't never leave this bitch
Sick of bein' treated like we ain't shit
But Jesus, I can see just why people quit callin' me to do features
And them cyphers on BET cause if I wasn't me
I probably wouldn't want to play with me neither, shit
Seems to be reachin' its fever pitch
One hundred and eighty degrees in here
Shoulder blade full of cedar chips
MCs just bit off more than they can chew like a face full of Swedish Fish
Or Lorena with two penises
Hateful and geniusness inconvenience
And for the record, you don't want this type of static in your life
When I'm makin' you cling to it
May consider tryin' to reinsulate ya windows
May be in for another crazy winter
Cause so cold in the D, it is as days begin to tick away
But ain't this really what made me into the angry bitter blonde
But ain't we sick of bein' underdogs
Don't make me unleash this shit, release this Pit
May even seem as if I'm yankin' your chain a bit
Or maybe the way in which I'm sayin' shit
Is playin' with you but ain't shit changing
It's still the same shit and Shady's still a lady killer
Since the day I went insane and then attacked the babysitter
With a potato peeler, and mushed her face into the entertainment center
It's like another plane just entered into Ukraine again
Or the Bermuda Triangle and attempted to make a safe descent
Awaiting anyone who ain't affiliated, it could be danger
Did you make arrangements with the gangsters 'fore you came here?
And if they mention us.......................................
Don't judge me, I'm a moderately healthier version of Stan, and I know it... :P
Recovery - Eminem's seventh album
Wednesday, I planned on visiting Eminem's old house to get some pictures, but didn't make it. Thursday someone set it on fire. On Sunday, Pam and the kids and I went over to see it and get some shots. A picture of this house was used on Eminem's, "The Marshall Mathers LP" as well as his most recent, "The Marshall Mathers 2 LP". This is my tribute. Pretty humble beginnings.
We decided to go check out Eminem's childhood home today. If only we had gotten there maybe a half hour sooner, we would have avoided the low-life scum that decided he would spray paint "Em Real House" and a different address on the door. We waited patiently for him and his friends/Mom to leave so we could get some pics.
Slim Shady poses as Der Rote Baron for trade (Fancy Feast).
Lamy Safari Fountain Pen, Noodlers Ink and Watercolor
Eminem secret show at Detroit's Motor City Casino 5/20/09.
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Lamy Safari Fountain Pen and Noodler's Ink
Slim Shady was browsing the internet again and discovered the Swiss Artist Ingo Giezendanner AKA GRRR and Swiss female rapper Big Zis AKA Franziska Schläpfer on the Swiss Institute of Contemporary Art's website in SOHO.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9ZZmm6pHEQ
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmbCp_K7QOU
It was his birthday in August so of course he wanted a book of Grrrr's drawings and a download of Big Zis! That cat!
Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted. In one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?
Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that but he's broke
He's so sad that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (yo)
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (yo)
(You better)
The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to postmortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows. It's all over. These hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da da da
[Hook]
No more games, I'm a change what you call rage
Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a primadonna
Baby, mama drama's screaming on her
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's gotten me
To the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go it's my shot.
Feet, fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got
[Hook]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man