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When I listen to The Weeknd, everything else in th

When I listen to The Weeknd, everything else in the world ceases to exist and it’s just me and his enchanting voice. I am taken to a sunken place of sorts. One that’s filled with money, models and hard drugs. .

I close my eyes and find myself in a million-dollar loft with naked supermodels on a queen-size bed, begging me to get in for another round. There’s an untouched line of cocaine on the nightstand and empty bottles of Perignon strewn everywhere across the room. Wine glasses on the floor have lipstick smudged on them. .

The room is dim and is only illuminated by gorgeous city lights. Mellow music plays softly from a wireless speaker. Me, I’m at the balcony gazing down at the lifeless streets below us with an unlit cigarette absentmindedly dangling from my fingers. I am in nothing but Tommy Hilfiger boxers. .

A skinny model comes and playfully tries to drag me towards the bed. I can tell she’s high from how she slurs her words and her unnecessary glee. The untouched line on the nightstand is not there anymore. I tell her to give me a few minutes then I’ll join them in bed. .

I used this photo because after much soul searching, I came to a conclusion that it is his best work. Nothing you can say can change my mind. Especially if you listen to that Tekashi boy with an atrocious voice. Anyway, have a lovely night, my good people.

1. You see that small blue dot, that’s Earth fou

1. You see that small blue dot, that’s Earth four billion kilometers away. The photo was taken by Voyager One Satellite which is now 18 billion kms away from Earth. But that’s beside the point.
When you think about the universe and what it means for you and me, you realize just how small and insignifant you are. You are an ant in the universe’s filthiest gutter: Earth. And when you get deeper into it, you realize there’s really no difference between you and an ant. Only size. Because like an ant, your stuck in a life long routine. Hustle. Reap. Save. Repeat. .

It’s all extraordinary really, that in a floating blue dot lies your entire existence. Everyone you’ve ever known, your favorite artists, shows, the Kardashians, Hitler, Stevo Simpleboy, Corona virus, Jesus, all the problems that keep you at night and all your pain and joy - they’re all in that little dot.

But there’s beauty in this epiphany. You realize that there’s an endless world, both here and beyond, that will continue to exist long after you’re gone. You realize that you’re all that should matter to you - your self and happiness. You realize that you’re only here for some time. And you have to make the best out of it. Otherwise, you’ll have failed yourself and your maker. So take one day at a time, make the best out of every day and be grateful. .

2. Stay highdrated!

This is no paid partnership with anybody. I haven’t got the numbers (and consistency) for that yet. .

You see what happened was, as I was entering the club, I met guys doing promo for this beer. They said it’s the best beer they’ve ever tasted in their life, but of course that was horseshit they’d been paid to say. I softened up when they gave me a free shot (you know a Kenyan and free shit). .

Anyway, I liked the beer and they liked me because I can be likeable sometimes. I even promised them I’d buy the beer once I got in but they didn’t believe me. So I told my plus one to take this photo so I could show them once I got out. Only problem is, when I left it was morning and all I wanted was a bed to lay my marinated head on.

You don't get to meet writing gods often. Especial

You don't get to meet writing gods often. Especially not this one who never shows himself on social media. But there he was, towering over me like the tall figure he is. And I in his feet - a holy ground of sorts. I should remove my loafers but I don't. I'm afraid to look into his eyes, they may burn too bright. And you know what they say happens when you look at the face of a god.

My words have never felt this inferior to his, especially now that he's so close to me. I could touch his forehead if I wanted to. But I restrain myself.

These words of mine shrink in fear, they gather together in a corner and huddle up, afraid and in awe. They can't compare to what this one here writes on his blog every Tuesday. Orgasmic proses and marvelous sentences. Mine could never.
But again, that's why I stand before him, to learn at his feet.

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