This performance consisted of the two artists seated in front of each other, connected at the mouth. They took in each other’s breaths until all of their available oxygen had been used up. The performance lasted only 17 minutes, resulting in both artists collapsing unconscious to the floor, having filled their lungs with carbon dioxide. This personal piece explored the idea of an individual’s ability to absorb the life of another person, exchanging and destroying it.
Snoop Dogg: What people don’t know is that Tupac really kept me and my wife together. There came a point in time where I just felt like I didn’t need to be in a relationship. It was becoming a headache to me, and all these girls wanted to be with me. I was like, “F—- that, I can have any bitch that I want.” We was flying back from Belize with a gang of the homies from Death Row. [The homies] was like, “Yeah man, f—- that bitch! My baby momma ain’t sh—.” They was tellin’ me about how their relationships were. Then Pac just was like, “Man, f—- that! That’s your son’s mother. You love her. She’s the only one that’s gonna love you.” The sh— he was sayin’, it was real.
It was sounding crazy comin’ from him because he didn’t have no relationship like that. For him to tell me that, the sh— really stuck in my heart. When I got home [me and my son’s mother] pieced it back together. We worked it out and eventually got married. I gave him a lot of credit for that because I didn’t have no direction. I didn’t have nobody to talk to and I was young and I didn’t really know. His advice stood out more than the negative advice did.
I'm tired of listening to young people say that they want a happy life, happy career, happy partner and all that happy stuff without facing pain. When I was young, we admired the person with the most painful life. Wanna know why? Because it made them beautiful. Now this isn't beautiful like those super models on TV and those cheeky girls in movies. I don't like those cheeky girls in those films. No, it made them beautiful because they learned how to endure life and its agony. They knew how to appreciate the little things in life. They were deep, meaningful, beautiful people. Happiness without suffering for a while is hollow. It's empty. Empty is not beautiful. Are you listening? Empty is not beautiful. I'm tired of finding these young people looking to escape when there's so much to learn in this life. One day you're going to thank the pain for giving you the guts you needed to go through life with your head held up high. Pain is important, you understand? It gives you guts, it gives you wings.
“the best gift for your child is to teach them to fight back”
This, on top of several other posts I’ve seen in recent days, is stirring a certain childhood memory of how my parents taught me to fight back — a story I’ve often told and alluded to but which I’ll try to write down for tumblrposterity.
“Most white feminists look at me disdainfully when I recount some of my choice violent moments. They are appalled, morally repelled by this unbecoming behavior. One even giggled, holding her breastbone ever so lightly and saying she’s not the violent type, blah blah blah. The messages are, 1) I’m educated and you’re not, 2) I’m upper class and you’re not, 3) I’m a feminist and you’re not (since her brand of feminism is equated with nonviolent moon-to-uterus symbiosis). My “men” can do the fighting, but I, gentle maiden, shan’t; the new feminism remaking a generation in the image of the suburban, wealthy, sophisticated, genetically genteel. No one protected me when a loved one cracked my head on a public street one might, not even the college educated Upper West Side white women strolling by pretending not to notice. I don’t like getting hit either, but what are you gonna do when someone grabs your tits? Meekly whisper you won’t stoop to your attackers level? and what level is that exactly? if that’s the way “women” react, how do we classify the elderly Filipinas on a subway train who, when Joe Dickwad grabbed my ass, congratulated me for whacking him as hard as I could, screaming obscenities, and chasing him - to his utter shock and dismay - through the station? They were the few who seemed to acknowledge, respect, and allow for “aggressive” forms of resistance instead of strapping on moral straightjackets for the nineties which we “women” must squeeze into. If that’s a woman, I’m not one. I am an animal who eats, sleeps, fucks, and fights voraciously - I assume a “good” woman does it gently and in the missionary position only.”
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Snoop Dogg: What people don’t know is that Tupac really kept me and my wife together. There came a point in time where I just felt like I didn’t need to be in a relationship. It was becoming a headache to me, and all these girls wanted to be with me. I was like, “F—- that, I can have any bitch that I want.” We was flying back from Belize with a gang of the homies from Death Row. [The homies] was like, “Yeah man, f—- that bitch! My baby momma ain’t sh—.” They was tellin’ me about how their relationships were. Then Pac just was like, “Man, f—- that! That’s your son’s mother. You love her. She’s the only one that’s gonna love you.” The sh— he was sayin’, it was real.
It was sounding crazy comin’ from him because he didn’t have no relationship like that. For him to tell me that, the sh— really stuck in my heart. When I got home [me and my son’s mother] pieced it back together. We worked it out and eventually got married. I gave him a lot of credit for that because I didn’t have no direction. I didn’t have nobody to talk to and I was young and I didn’t really know. His advice stood out more than the negative advice did.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma0v37IIMW1rrn0eyo1_500.jpg)
