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Men with Mommy issues loooveee polyamory

Some people know no life without expensive experiences.

Boisterous women and quiet men are a match made in heaven

Fashion Nova is the 2010s response to the mid 2000s American Apparel

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One hires Black BBL girls  One hires fair skinned naturals. 

Online shopping pairs beautifully with half watching Netflix

 Try not to overindulge :)

Globalize the Intifada

Denial of the spirit makes way for capitalistic parasites.

My blog is my masterpiece.

 If you are reading this and see the genius don't be pussy. SPONSOR ME

I am so tired of selling myself. I want the culture to recognize real and propel it forward. The way it used to be.

On DOV CHARNEY: "I asked him how he relaxed. 'Oral sex,' he says... 'I love it...I am a bit of a dirty guy, but people like that right now.'"

I think I was in high school when I read this gripping account of Dov Charney, founder of American Apparel. It left such an impression on me. Every five years or so I remember it exists and go back to it.  Meet Your New Boss Jane, June/July 2004

Wild Horses

A pack of wild horses roam together  moving slowly through grass and gravel  Up the road their counterparts live in a ranch within reach of their handler  On this side of the country,  we observe ourselves in every living thing 

I don't like snobs. Many successful poets are white and insufferable.

 Theres a reason people don't like literary types.

written July 1, 2025

Culture speaks to culture Past, present and future Something showed up on the street purple flowers and wheat paste What feels familiar fails my understanding           food love rank vote systems of destruction and flags. Each word had meaning but some of the simpler words were unspoken or unwritten.  Sun cards pulled and unpulled I remember stickers and Zohran there were no sounds      nature was visible mutually understood on both sides   When I look at that white bed frame I think Basquiat, East Village artists, street living      so much food in the street   Death on the street       a dead bird on a street beneath a cloud   68 degrees in June. Q train yellow and a memory in a photograph lifted up to say we weren’t there but we have evidence you were.  

You don’t have to be sculpted to have value

That Summer, we leaned in (Jordan poem)

We dream in the silence of white noise AC running a cool 72   I was lying in my bed next to you On the muscles of a young man’s shoulders Freedom made sense

I don’t remember what I said

I’m in the spirit

Natural justice can only do so much      h ow you live on earth is how you live forever after.  What’s your legacy?   . . . When looking for encouragement you cannot look down to the land.           Look up or sideways or move your neck in a full circular motion to get a total 360 view       Don’t look down. Talk into the spirit.