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Brother, Where Art Thou?

Monday, September 12th, 2011

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I still miss seeing the two brothers together standing tall. I spent most of my day yesterday helping people who also share various degrees of loss with me. I think the exercise was cathartic for all of us.

Here’s a mini-album from my camera phone…

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Reflection Eternal

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Still We Rise

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No One Man Should Have All That Tower

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There Goes That Damn Newsvan

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Staff’d Up [ll]

Stacks On Stacks On Stacks (No Sacks)…

Tuesday, August 30th, 2011

vick

Michael Vick is definitely unbankrupted at this moment.

Peace to Ron Mexico.

vick twit

vick twit

Irene Cara >>> Hurricane Irene…

Sunday, August 28th, 2011

irene cara

The DP.com newsdesk does some on street reporting during the so-called storm of the century. We are in the streets hardbody, but none of that reporting from the eye of the hurricane type shit where we could could get swept away and carried out to sea.

All that madness is #stuffwhitepeoplelike

All Spooks Go To Heaven…

Monday, August 15th, 2011

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Rest In Presidential access to Charles Gittens, the first Black secret service agent.

Social Engineering System Glitch…

Tuesday, August 9th, 2011

clockwork orange

A Clockwork Orange is one of my favorite all time books along with the autobiography of Malcolm X. The unedited version with Burgess true ending is deep. It reminds me of a song from Funkadelic titled, ‘If You Don’t Like The Effects, Don’t Produce The Cause’.

Londontown is smoldering as we speak

Lewisham, a suburb of south-east London blighted by serious deprivation and unsympathetic post-war planning which turned much of its centre into a one-way gyratory

When being a white no longer has any cultural value what will keep the people from pushing back? What will keep the people from attacking the ‘other’? What will keep the people from attacking the system that engineered their discontent?

England’s social engineering is always a serious study to me. The suburbs are secretly blighted and underserved, but for generations this was accepted without question for the most part. Troubled youth were then reconditioned for their banal existence.

The meat grinder mind control machine is slowly breaking. Now all the youth have left the Korova Milk Bar and they are thirsty. With no God to guide them they are just aimless, destructive robots.

Here is their future soundtrack…


The Throne – ‘No Church In The Wild’