Frank Rhymes Cru

As all of you know, the Xbox Live servers were shut down for all Xbox original games on April 14, 2010. A small, dedicated group of Halo 2 players didn’t agree with this, and would not let the game die. As long as we didn’t shut off our Xboxes, or lose connection in any way, we would still be able to play Halo 2. At first there were over 500 people that had kept their Xboxes on after the servers were shut down, but that quickly decreased to less than 100. Many players lagged out, and some players Xboxes actually overheated. We were able to keep Halo 2 alive for nearly 1 month longer than it should have been. You may ask why we did this. Everyone has their own reason, but mostly it was for the love, and memory of Halo 2.

we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful and she’ll watch me first spread the soap over my balls lift the balls squeeze them, then wash the cock: “hey, this thing is still hard!” then get all the hair down there,- the belly, the back, the neck, the legs, I grin grin grin, and then I wash her… first the cunt, I stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass I gently soap up the cunt hairs, wash there with a soothing motion, I linger perhaps longer than necessary, then I get the backs of the legs, the ass, the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her, soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck, the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet, and then the cunt, once more, for luck… another kiss, and she gets out first, toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in turn the water on hotter feeling the good times of love’s miracle I then get out… it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet, and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it for as long as those things stay solved in the history of women and man, it’s different for each- for me, it’s splendid enough to remember past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness: when you take it away do it slowly and easily make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen.

Tracey Emin - Exorcism of the Last Painting I Ever Made (1996)

Real niggas don’t send dick flicks.