raptors.
sport seasons are my only temporal reference a reminder that rivalries are trivial in the off-season
i hope that it’s fine that i do what i want not often, just sometimes
clap for me millionaire airline ceo or something and drink sprite, i mean quench your thirst, if you want to
do my tattoos make me look like a basketball player? it’s an aesthetic i’ve always loved since allen iverson talked about practice i wasn’t that young
i don’t think i’ll ever sit in the mastercard preferred customer section
two granola cookies seemed healthy an alternative to other things i won’t name
my white nike prestos coors light sticky no metaphor
poem for aaron gordon: you are nothing clap clap clapclap clap
washroom poem#1: who pissed on the floor? everyone, i guess
washroom poem #2: i’m disappointed with how my dick looks in public washroom lighting otherwise, everything is fine
all my rushing contacts second quarter magic double zero gets blocked
i really wanted the half-time-belgian-bicycle-guy to not get majorly injured but definitely a bit hurt i mean, entertainment
this is what happens when you only play nine games but act like you played eighty two: you get exiled to another country. i’m upset, trade derozan for kawhi i can’t accept. na, they ain’t snake my man like that. i’m just like derozan, if i shoot it goes in. y’all got any spurs derozan jerseys yet? breaking up the bench mob. san antonio, i used to live there. any player that’s deciding to go to toronto, you need to know your gm will tell you to your face “i’m not going to trade you” and less than a week later - trade you. can’t trust em. ain’t no loyalty in this game. sell you out quick for a little bit of nothing. damn they really got a guy who been saying publicly he doesn’t want to play with him. we could have got his ass for less. haven’t seen him play with injured quadriceps. this gonna be a day toronto prolly will regret.
bruh derozan going off the grid. poor man did everything for that city and still got sold out. i ball out my city derozan, shooters they with me they rollin’. pop dipping in two years and gonna leave becky hammon with a basketball wasteland. prime time clyde drexler in the regular season. if i see a burning derozan jersey, you’re dying. my mans was already fighting depression. damn. he was loyal to the soil. i feel like derozan, a costco kobe. a lone star demar.
tracy mcgrady, orl vince carter, njn chris bosh, mia derozan, sas
dimitri karakostas / surveillance books 2018