Culture is Food for the Stomach of the Soul
~the Proclaimers
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Q: wow id just like to say that im really worried about you two.
A:
this blog represents 1 man and 1 woman and your question represents alevel of inquiry that delves so deep into the concept of culture, interpersonal politics, privilege, identity. So I will respond with a remix or, as little john says, a “chopped ‘n skrewed” of words, thoughts, hopes frOm people all over time and land.
“‘Four score and seven / year / has been so robust with problems and successes and learning experiences and human experienes that a year is a lifetime at Apple. So this has been ten / lifetimes / of working, raising families, and contributing to the success of this nation in countless other ways, senior citizens deserve to retire with / dignity / and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people / imagine / there’s no heaven / is a place on / earth / simulation that combines an easy to navigate 3 dimensional virtual / globes/ are brown dood!
(Honest Abe, Steve Jobs RIP, Charlie Gonzalez, Charlie Dickens, Paul McCartney, Belinda Carlisle, Earthbrowser.com, Arielle Edelman)
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real real
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eek eek
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trubble in paradise part 1
so after our BIG FIGHT (which i don;t want to talk about okay) we decided that audio/video surveillance/documentation was necessary for our continued survival/well-being (ARCHIVING, am I right???)
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Magic GREAT Ball, more like!
Listening 2 “No Woman no cry” by the fugees which i think was wyclef’s band before the Black Eyed Peas.
Not because It is relevant to me because love is a contiunuum and I will always cry because it is so good for me everywhere on that contiunnuum.
Here’s the song in cover version for the purpose of protesting SOAPA!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuEJWNI56QYremember that if you watch this in the future you will go to the Prison Industrial Complex.
keyword: COMPLEX.
Poem timeGet At Me
LifeInustrialComplex
Complex Industrial Life
Complex Complexion
I may be white
But my suffering and complexity is world wide for every place and time„
GET AT ME MOTHERFUCKER
complex
GET AT MEthanks 4 reading my poetry :/ its not great yet
this is our last day her in Mountain View Arkansas
Have I grown like bamboo? no
Have I grown like a “proverbial” weed?becasue I am not a plant and even more not a weed (hugs not drugs)
I am a strong spirit or as mommy says, “brave bear cub”.
GET AT ME!!!
aaaaaaah i bet u thought the poem ended a bunch of lines back but naaaaaaaa!!!:):):):):););)
I am bringing poetry INTO UR LIFE NO HIDING NO SHELLS OVER YOUR HEART MY WORDS ARE IN YOUR MIND AND MY TEARS ARE ON YOUR CHEECKS EVERY TIME I CRY INK ONTO PAPER.
curtain
(this is not my mast post btw… curtain is just marking the end of this tweet)
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tHis is a pictoral representation of how my feelings are a jumble and/or unclear to me. wHat do we do with our thoughts/feelings? Answer: We Feel Them.
