#Space Age Grindin

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Stacey Lois feat. 8Ball & MJG | Space Age Grindin [Audio] - Stacey Lois By Jack Barnes Stacey Lois is Atlanta MC and spoken word artist with strong lyrical skills and content, with music in the vein of Big KRIT and Cyhi the Prince. Even before her first onstage performance years ago (where she beat out the entire week-long "unsigned rap king of Atlanta" competition) she has been a fixture in the underground music and spoken word scene, having won several poetry slams across Atlanta.Enjoy this audio stream below after the jump and please share this with friends. Please Reblog!

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This may be annoyingly specific, do you have fics where Harry’s got long hair? I love current Harry but him in 2015 like oh.

No way, sir/ma'am (mir?), the more specific you are on a topic like this one, the better!! Not too long ago, someone wanted more LHH, and it was just too much to cover!! AU? Canon? From what year?? But you've given me something to hang my hair tie on, so I'm gonna give you 18 canon fics that were all written before 31 December 2015, they're relics from a bygone age of glory, behold their majesty!

Help! (I Need Somebody), orphan_account, 2.2k. World's best short story!

no place i'd rather be, stylescantstop, 2.6k. Wetten-das, bb!

hop hop hop, orphan_account, 3.7k. Pet play AND mpreg kink!

just want to make love to you, beautlouis, 3.7k. Grindin' on Ronnie Wood!

Give It to Me (I'm Worth It), sweaterpawstyles, 3.8k. After the dodge ball skit!

took me by the wrist, orphan_account, 4.2k. Soft birthday porn!

I just can't get enough of you, larrypon, 4.7k. Underrated regular porn!

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst, eyesofshinigami, 6.5k. Pube fic, my beloved!

causing trouble up in hotel rooms, felixandtae, 6.1k. The braids!

The Red Ribbon, awriterwrites, 8.2k. Is as it says!

don't let nobody touch it, stylescantstop, 8.8k. Hey, jealousy!

got a river for a soul, cabinbythesea, 9.2k. Space buns!

shit, i still love you, wankerville, 10.9k. Those gold boots!

Let Me Be Good for You, onlyhuman, 11k. Reads like it actually happened and you were there!

Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes, Teumessian, 17k. My fave time travel fic!

Nothing You Can Do, Teumessian, 28k. Pinterest fic, ahead of its time!

time travel daddy series, istajmaal, 29k. The predictions made!

Untangle Me, suicxne, 103k. One of my faves!

[explodingpringlescans]

Me: I don't have time for dating, plus I really like having my own space and I gotta focus on school and work. Always! Be! Grindin!

People my age: Get engaged, get married, move in with their s/o

Me: what the fuck

[triumphorce]

Constantly lost in politics, thickenin fogs, a frothy prison, Grimmest harbinger of fallen pardons, explicit harbors where the forgotten drift, Forgiveness margins enigmatic caution, causin distances to drastically farther, An emptying magic, darkness quickly creeping upon the fallen and those Who will eventually fall in, Dwelling souls, well departed to hopeless halls, Which keep extendin in length, Where reasoning becomes the furthest thing from simplicity, Closer to hell, remote from bliss’ ring, becoming hardly whole in assimilation, semi-being, In suspension, mid-air ascension before reality kicks in, Gai rendition And we fish against them, the harvesters, picking apart, dissecting hearts of men, to the molecule, Atomically targeting until it splits, and horror breathes, What’s left of truth’s control receding from constant removal of proofs, fully obvious in their view, From prominence in thoughts' end, To a continent of options, I'm unable to take part in, Loyal to a life long promise, lost in heart's province, To livin in the providence of a clock's rim, Finally to a sidewalk and a box for rent, No more roofs or food for thoughts, no more fuel, only ruled by the lost, Switchin pull to fools who always argue, too full of themselves Like the full moon confusin where the hell Its illumination hails from, So No use for any fakin, I only seem to be used to failin, But due to faith’s existence, feral is my ambition, Pharrell with lyrics, Neptune blizzard spittin, Eclipsin resistance, Grindin 'gainst the futile To compile nuclear pyres, fusion within potential And fission to any opposition, Illusive positioning, very used to flakin, never used to needing, So I immediately cut completely From enemies and contagion in the population when it betrayed me, Seceding to a window, stationed next to paper and a pencil, Moleskin layers, Ludovico playin, Dim lit engagement, Been lit Green and now I'm raisin' in illumination within imagination, Don't need a laugh or vacation, no relaxation, Always un-amused by the same s*** from the same lips, Monotonous conversationalist, Drawing self-embellished paintings, strewn down the same halls of isolation I escaped from, By replacin hate sent with cryptic patterns of livid neural waves, abstract in nature, Newly created memories repainting, Okami rejuvenation, scenery floods and rains upon canvases, Displacing fears with answers and then The air doesn’t seem so thick and the pain not so permanent, Erasing the shame in mistakes amidst the strokes and smears of age, Vivid liquids that mend away, Turnin misinterpretation into an elixir for the hatred, A language in relation to emotions, not just entertainment, Setting clear the separation between devotion of soul and frustration when coping, Control over motivation or vice versa, verses versus verses, first person versus desertion, Open notebooks up like hearses, insertion of coercive cursive, A heart's excursion on short sleeve shirts, I bleed on bark, And that clots on teeth, Sheets fall like rocks or stall like leaves, While I talk to myself for peace, Pleas for ease in piecing me, please, Showing my own feels to sync, spread and heal when others' feels begin, So let these portraits of a visionary be my wearily chosen mission statement, I will distribute agelessly, vocabulary innate in assembly, Blatantly hindering enemies before they realize they're an end to me, Ninja tongue, defending dreams, synonymous to deadly wit, Mind about to Neeson chop and strangle necks, break in, arrest, Perpetuate colossal mosh pits of inner thoughts in outer space around my planetary face, head of office epode of my muse in saga length, already know this is epic and an odyssey is life in sonic shoes clock’s resemblance to a track, where a race against fate takes place 'round and around a ring to never cease pursuit of truth or faith that I can win. Fin.

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Stacey Lois ft. 8Ball & MJG - Space Age Grindin (Prod by J. Luke)

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New Video: Stacey Lois Ft. 8Ball & MJG – “Space Age Grindin” | @RealStaceyLois @DAREAL_8ball @PimpTypeMJG Stacey Lois teams up with 8Ball & MJG for the official music video of her new single…

[thenamnguyen]

Collecting My Thoughts While Freeing My Mind

Have you ever walked into a packed train station after a breakdown during peak hour? The amount of people present is astounding. The thoughts that occupy this head can be like that sometimes. Cluttered, convoluted and spilling over the edges. So it’s best to open the flood gates and release the tension every once in a while. It gives me a chance to free up some space while simultaneously assessing the thoughts that are present. Why am I thinking this and that? Why is this non-issue occupying my mind? Trimming the fat so to speak.

I’ve been told that I have a tendency to over assess things sometimes. Working on it but at the same time, it’s kinda built into me. Its a part of me. So perhaps it’s not a matter of ridding myself of the tendency but rather managing them. I find it easier to do it nowadays. Perhaps it’s experience with age. Perhaps it’s positive influences that have recently entered my life that drive me to be better. For my sake and for hers.

So here I sit collecting my thoughts and dumping them out to clear out the space for more important things and more important people. I feel that little spark in me again. Lit a fire under my ass. Perhaps I’ve gotten too comfortable in my current situation and it took that something to wake me up again. Not quite a slap in the face. More a gentle tug in the right direction.

For want of a better life, I need to make a change. The idea of change can be daunting at times but fortune favours the bold right?

Spark up. May the bridges I burn light the way. It’s time to start grindin’ again.