It took a record breaking night for Cleveland to finally get into the wins column. Is even a fraction of this possible swing in the series sustainable?
My name is Miles, and this is my gallery of words.
“If I’m gonna tell a real story, I’m gonna start with my name.”
It took a record breaking night for Cleveland to finally get into the wins column. Is even a fraction of this possible swing in the series sustainable?
"But I am also at a point in my life where it is of equal importance to find an opportunity that encourages my evolution as a man: moving out of my comfort zone to a new city and community which offers the greatest potential for my contribution and personal growth. With this in mind, I have decided that I am going to join the Golden State Warriors." - Kevin Durant
Can't refuse to fight the friction...
"I had just taken out a lease on a voice. And it was my own. And I was going to engulf it in flame and pound away until I had a samurai sword. Rocked the shit out of my Outkast mixtape on that walk home later on."
Going into this rematch of the ages, I can't help but wonder if the near two perfect playoff sweeps was a symptom of a lack of parity in the NBA, or just a blip of rare circumstances that we should actually enjoy?
There's a slight breeze and 82 god damn degrees of perfection, and you want me to turn the heaters on? Go sprawl your fat ass out on a rock, you lizard person.
Celtics with the first pick overall. Through thick and thin, they just remain ass-fucking the Brooklyn Nets, don't they. It's like a slow, methodical series of thrusts paced by low rumbling chuckles. Brutal.
Pandora's Box opened just long enough for the caged crazy to wreck havoc upon themselves, only to be repackaged in time for tomorrow's table. Hope existed before and will carry on after; just hit play and let it happen.
Placebos for self-progression. Here we go...
"Marla's philosophy of life..."
"Thomas...crosses...foul called! And one!"
My body is ready...
Same city. Same goal. Different paths.
Immortality is blurred by our perfect ideals. Not sure if I'd rather rest in the reminiscence of others recollecting my respectful renaissance, or be forever reincarnating day by day...never a need for remembrance, cuz' I never relieved my position in existence.
You'll get hit with the five visit rule real quick; from the moment you begin to annoy me, I give you five more visits with minimal interaction. Assume two of those have to do with paying you out. So, be careful what you use the other three for. Just get the chicken...
What is in a word? Literal meanings. Cultural backgrounds. Media narratives. Juxtaposed insecurities. Ignorant assumptions. Wild possibilities for ingenuity. What else could you demand?
"I'm just trying, with every typing, to rob your attention and leave you with a mental wallet full of a different currency"
I use to always ask why people have to dress shit up so much. It's because we're all too numb to take in anything less than gold.
What in the actual fuck.