As an individual with ADHD (and other neurodivergence), I am absolutely HYPNOTIZED by Kendrick's latest songs, especially euphoria. The way he speaks/enunciates is just pure Mind Medicine.
The enunciation, diction, syntax... it massages my brain something fierce!
Kendrick's wordplay and lyrical abilities are literally undeniable, he has a damn Pulitzer. I already knew I very much loved the intellectual layers in his music and the way the wordplay engages my mind while the beat engages dat booty. I look like I'm being attacked by a swarm of invisible bees while in the midst of a gran mal seizure but that is neither here nor there.
What is here and there and everywhere in my brain is the way he pronounces his "T's" in
Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet
And way he lowered his voice on whoopin' feet.
And the way he says YNW Melly.
And the way he says "Gunna Wunna look like a saint."
I can't stop listening. Just pure, straight up mental medicine.
Anyone catch my vibes? Any lines in particular in any of his songs that really strike a chord and soothe your brain?
To be Fair, You Have to Have a Very High IQ to Understand Kendrick Lamar. As an individual with ADHD (and other neurodivergence), I am absolutely HYPNOTIZED by Kendrick's latest songs, especially euphoria. The way he speaks/ enunciates is just pure Mind Medicine. Discussion Join The enunciation, diction, syntax... it massages my brain something fierce! Kendrick's wordplay and lyrical abilities are literally undeniable, he has a damn Pulitzer. I already knew I very much loved the intellectual layers in his music and the way the wordplay engages my mind while the beat engages dat booty. I look like I'm being attacked by a swarm of invisible bees while in the midst of a gran mal seizure but that is neither here nor there. What is here and there and everywhere in my brain is the way he pronounces his "T's" in Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet And way he lowered his voice on whoopin' feet. And the way he says YNW Melly. And the way he says "Gunna Wunna look like a saint." I can't stop listening. Just pure, straight up mental medicine Anyone catch my vibes? Any lines in particular in any of his songs that really strike a chord and soothe your brain?
From White Lotus S03E05 where Sam Rockwell reveals the reason he moved to Thailand.
Well you know I moved here because uh... I moved here because, you know well I had to leave the states, but I picked Thailand because uh.. because I always had a thing for Asian girls you know? And when I got here I was like a kid in a candy store. If you got money, no attachments, nothing to do... I started partying, it got wild. I was picking up girls every night. Always different ones petite ones, chubby ones, older ones. Sometimes multiple ladies a night I- I was out of control, I became insatiable, and uh... you know after about a Thousand Nights like that you start to lose it.
I started to wonder where am I going with this? Why do I feel this need to fuck all these women? What is desire? The form of this cute Asian girl: why does it have such a grip on me? Because she's the opposite of me? Is she going to complete me in some way? I realized that I could fuck a million women I'd still never be satisfied. Maybe, maybe what I really want is to be one of these Asian girls. You know? No really. So... one night I took home some girl, turned out to be a lady boy, which I'd done before but this time instead of fucking the lady boy, the lady boy fucked me. And it was kind of magical and I got in my head what I really wanted was to be one of these Asian girls getting fucked by me and to feel that.
So I put out an ad looking for a white guy my age to come over and fuck me and that guy looked a lot like me. Then I put on some lingerie and perfume made myself... look like one of these girls.... I thought I looked pretty hot. And then this guy came over and railed the shit out of me, then I got addicted to that, some nights three, four guys would come over and rail the shit out of me. Some I even had to pay, and at the same time I'd hire an Asian girl... to just sit there and watch the whole thing. I'd look in her eyes while some guy was me and I'd think... 'I am her and I'm fucking me'.
Hey, we all have our Achilles heel man, you know? Where does it come from? Why are some of us attracted the opposite form and some of us the same? Sex is a poetic act. It's a metaphor. Metaphor for what? Are we our forms? Am I a middle-aged white guy on the inside too... or inside could I be an Asian girl? Right... I don't know. Guess I was trying to fuck my way to the answer. Then I realized I got- I got to stop... the drugs the girls- the, you know, trying to be a girl. I got into Buddhism, which is all about you know: Spirit versus form, detaching from self, getting off the never ending Carousel of lust and suffering.
Being Sober isn't so hard, being celibate though, it's... I still miss that pussy, man.
Well, you know, I moved here because—well, I moved here because, you know, I had to leave the states, but I picked Thailand because I always had a thing for Asian girls, you know, and when I got here I was like a kid in a candy store. If you got money, no attachments, nothing to do... I started partying. It got wild. I was picking up girls every night, always different ones, petite ones, chubby ones, older ones, sometimes multiple ladies a night. I was out of control, I became insatiable. And, you know, after about 1,000 nights like that you start to lose it. I started wondering where am I going with this? Why do I feel this need to fuck all these women? What is desire? The form of this cute Asian girl... why does it have such a grip on me, because she's the opposite of me? Is she gonna complete me in someway? I realized I could fuck a million women I'd still never be satisfied—maybe, maybe what I really want to BE one of these Asian girls. So one night I took home some girl, turned out to be a ladyboy, which I'd done before, but this time instead of fucking the ladyboy, the ladyboy fucked me. And it was kind of magical. And in my head, what I really wanted was to be one of these Asian girls, getting fucked by me, and to feel that. So I put out an ad looking for a white guy, my age, come over and fuck me. Found a guy looked a lot like me. Then I put on some lingerie and perfume, made myself look like one of these girls. I thought I look pretty hot. And then this guy came over and railed the shit out of me and then I got addicted to that. Some nights three, four guys'd come over and rail the shit out of me. Some I even had to pay. And at the same time I’d hire an Asian girl to just sit there and watch the whole thing. I'd look in her eyes as some guy was fucking me, and I’d think: I am her. And I’m fucking me.
You know, links are wonderful, they're terrific. I'm very good friends with everyone I link with. Borrelsword Dragon, Knightmare Unicorn, Verte Anaconda, they all love me. They call me The Linker. And let me tell ya, there's no better link than me. The best links. Everyone knows it. Five links, six links, seven links, even more. My links are YUGE. I once had a link with Summon Sorceress. Beautiful girl. She said to me, 'From now on, I only want to link with you, how 'bout it?' I said, 'Sorry, babe, I'm not a one-man linker. Not while Dark Magician Girl is out there.' Yeah, it's sad how bad she wanted me, but what can you do? In fact, the only one I won't link with is Linkerbell. Terrible design, nasty effect. I call her 'Stinkerbell.' 'Stinkerbell.' Yeah, I thought that up myself. Very, very stinky. Obviously didn't read 'The Art of the Link.' Terrible.
You know what this part of the city needs? Yet another coffee shop that sells overpriced, shitty lavender lattes, small houseplants, and local candles and jewelry that we can label as 'artisanal' and sell at a heavy markup because they were crafted by a bored housewife in Tualatin. I know there are already seven other places exactly like this within a one mile radius of me, but I just think my coffee shop will be better because me and all my white friends will sit around all day in the coffee shop talking about what other people who aren't me could do to stop gentrification because it's so bad and I actually care about marginalized communities. And to prove it, my coffee shop will offer BLM and ACAB stickers for $5 a piece.
Least insane Clash Royale player shares his POV when playing against you on Reddit.
GOBLIN BARREL ON THE TOWER RIGHT AT THE START! Haha, you weren't expecting that, were you? I'm so good at this game. I've thrown so many goblin barrels, and they always do damage. It's crazy. Now, THINK FAST, CHUCKLENUTS! Princess at your bridge! Haha, what are you going to do? Oh, arrows? Good thing I have GOBLIN GANG! Oh, you used a swarm card? Cool, here's my Firecracker. Oh, where are your arrows? You wasted them! Haha! I guess you can't use air cards now. Hey, guess what? Valkyrie! Yaaaaaayyyyy! Then, watch this cool trick I learned on Youtube: I put the Hog Rider behind her, so he pushes her really fast, and counters any swarms you might use to kill the Hog Rider! Yaaaaaaaayyy!!!! isn't that cool? I bet you can't counter that! Hey, look at this cool emote I just bought where the princess yawns at you! Isn't that funny? I only use that one when I do something really skillful. Hold on, let me cycle through these skeletons and this ice spirit so I can use the exact same cards in the exact same order in the exact same spots, again Yaaaaaaaayyyy!!! Mommy says I'm special! She makes me eat these funny candies, but I just spit them out cuz they taste yucky.
I win against these "people" all the time, and I never enjoy a single second. They follow a routine, and I follow my routine. Then, I win. I make logbait "players" ragequit all the time once they realize I can still counter their spam cards without my log or arrows. I do this crazy thing where I deploy troops that can actually survive and counter things. I have this crazy skill called "defense" where I can actually react to my opponent, instead of turning my brain off, spamming the same stuff nonstop, and forcing someone else to think for me.
When Vaxei’s score in Tsukinami was beaten by Gnahus, this was the copypasta that was copy pasted in the beatmap comments.
Ah, what a dark day for history—the legendary first 1000pp score on Tsukinami, an achievement so iconic that it stood as a monument to osu!'s golden age, has now been tainted. And by whom? None other than Gnahus, a permazoomer whose claim to fame is snatching records from the hands of giants rather than forging his own legacy.
Vaxei’s legendary run was a symbol, a milestone that pushed the game forward. But Gnahus? Just another overcaffeinated speed demon, riding the wave of modern hardware, enhanced input latency, and who knows what else. Where’s the struggle? The raw, blood-sweat-and-tears grind that made Vaxei’s score so special? Instead, we get a sterile, robotic replication of greatness—faster, yes, but utterly soulless.
So, “congratulations,” Gnahus. You’ve broken a record, but you’ll never break into the pantheon of legends. You may have taken the crown, but the kingdom will always belong to the ones who built it.
