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Bruce Lee had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”
The man
DA GOD BRUCE LEE](http://25.media.tumblr.com/fee8cc9ca8f062efbb85861a8f0e5ab2/tumblr_mgideaCyyT1s1s9jvo1_250.jpg)
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Skin to skin
Expressions expressed to realize windows within
Lost in the rearview of a love so blind, a touch so kind, a lust so divine and a spread so thin…
While the canvas is a slice of what I could give
Roads parallel to a destiny intertwined like caramel to spin
Like a fondue to fondle chocolate sins
Bittersweet for the lies of death in the thighs of carcassas, mentally. Especially.
My doctrine is to unlearn what burns, and to continually discover what I rock with
Mountains of scenery and fountains of curves as a stream of consciousness to observe
To speak and to understand
The soft hands of woman into the right brain of man
No double meanings, no trouble, but a fiend to plan…
To expose myself.. know thyself to hold this moment at hand,
That if God is separation, then our nation is truly a jam
Know thyself, and be frugal being fruitful.. though we might tread on scandalous lands
In vandalized jeans… rebirth the scene
Of salvation born in salivation between… for more than just the cream.
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How a brutha sounds over 808 drums.. The PHVRD Collection mixtape coming soon.
I put my soul in what I do, and while I’m still here I’ll dance with you
because sometimes, dancing is all you gotta do.
Black Magic is a 20” x 20” illustration, more at www.jamesreads.com
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turtle cosies
HELPHELP HELP MEEE HELP
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING OF EVER
HELP
…someone needs to knit these for Clyde.
TURTLE COZIES
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Fight The Power!
Happy National Masturbation Month
Catalogable NSFW
CRYING
WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT
AHAHAHAAHAHA
YOOOO!!!!! LMAO!!!!!!
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What It’s Like to be Black
nailed it.
omfg
IM DONE.
IC AN;T BREATHEEEEEEEEEEE
i fell out
STAWWWWWWWWWWWWWP LIFE RIGHT DAMN NOW ROFLLLLLLLLLLLL!
LMAOOOOOO DEAD!!!!!
