1. I said in the bed, not on the bed! O ya,liberal arts, is teachn me 2 b a splended gentleman farmr! Cept I aint,i a nomad, a crazy fukn indian! Cant b tamed!!!

     

  2. not really~

     

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  4. hifructosemag:

    littlelimpstiff14u2:

    Hayden’s brilliant new project- Oswra

    (Better known as Zolloc)

    Designer / Animator 

    : Contact - hayden@zolloc.com

    : Austin, TX

    : Programs used for .Gifs: - Cinema 4D / Photoshop / Poser

    : Available for freelance

    Hayden Zezula

    Prepare for whoah.

     

  5. When you call my name its like a little poem.

     


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  7.  The virus of white privilege survives by convincing its host organism that it does not exist. That’s because the more clearly we see it the more likely we are to notice that its purported benefits have faded almost to nothing. Whites of the working and middle classes correctly perceive that their economic fortunes have deteriorated over the past half-century, even if the average white household is still 20 times wealthier than the average black household (an especially deleterious consequence of white privilege). An entire right-wing ideological empire remains devoted to convincing white people that benefit-sucking African-Americans and job-stealing Latino immigrants are somehow to blame for their downward trajectory. White privilege is the solvent used, throughout American history, to dissolve multiracial coalitions of working people, and the drug used to brainwash whites into making common cause with the class of CEOs, financiers and landlords. Kicking that drug habit is the only way white America can ever set itself free from the past.

     


  8. Universal truth is not measure in mass appeal

     


  9. "I did examine myself," he said. "Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free."

     


  10. some light Monday afternoon reading.

     

  11. chaos chorus deafening - sure footed might machine - dance floors of human flesh - syncopated until the end

     

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  13. When you’re unsure if it’s a woman or a man, it’s a woman.

     

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  15. There’s another art of being at home in the unknown, so that being in its midst isn’t cause for panic or suffering, of being at home with being lost.    gestures that soon will disappear.