#jeminpujusta V

Current mood: 10,000 days x Tool

Sí, pero sigue allí, dicen la abuelas Alina y Asturia


The serenade emerged from the west in through my window just before alba. Fractions of beaming light in seconds were followed by fractals of cacophonous shades of grey as electrostatic discharge while electrically charged regions in the atmosphere temporarily equalized themselves, causing the instantaneous release of up to one gigajoule of energy; this preceded the sounds of the expansion of rapidly heated air.

Pachamama dice stay the fuck home right now.

Hazle caso!!

Father blessed them all with reason
And this is what they chose

So, I did my best and just ventured around a ~20 minutes perimeter. I’ve now done my adventuring for the day before 10am.

dormire, mangiare, cagare…

I love this mirror and my hair
Today’s w@nderings looked like
ᏣᎳᎫᏪᏘᏱ Tsalaguwetiyi (Cherokee, East)
11:36am Back at the tattoo studies curriculum starting with this: Sacred Rites: Preserving Indigenous Tattoos

A lotta academics are learning and appropriating our epistemologies and ontologies (but only in theory). Yall just learned the Western Binary Paradigm – the bullshit we been fighting for generations? Can that learning catch up to lived-experience?



You see no in/vest-ments, no profit, no benefits


you become us

sell that #TraumaPorn

you still cater to the cis het White toxic male gaze

Anticolonial practices begin with community. Anticapitalist actions interrupt colonial structures. “People over profit” is my ontological and pedagogical philosophy of life and I strive for this to be clear in the ways that I relate to people and my place in this world. I am not going to keep pointing at my African descendancy nor my Indigenousness (or my Queerness or 1st gen or (dis)abilities or any of that bullshit that’s “in” 2020) because it’s starting to feel to me like the ways White Pretendians are the loudest and take up waaaay too much (digital and analog) space. So fuck that noise.

my fav IG today

You listen to the tales and romanticize How you‘d follow the path of the hero Boast about the day when the rivers overrun How you rise to the height of your halo Listen to the tales as you all rationalize Your way into the arms of a savior Feigning all the trials and the tribulations None of you have actually been there Not like me

vicariously, YOU live
while the whole world dies
you all need it too, don’t lie

Great gusts of winds move me now

The dancing trees, between the shades of reds, pinks and orange, keep me smiling

Imma try to learn about hair some more (I love hair curriculum building) with Self Made: Madam C.J. Walker instead of getting pissed at my writing today.


Mentira la tristeza
Cuando empieza
Mentira no se vaMentira, Mentira
La MentiraMentira no se borra
Mentira no se olvida
Mentira, la mentira
Mentira cuando llega


I smoke two joints in time of peace
And two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more

“Mr. The Rapper”

I watched dusk in silence:

21:29 I finished my top

This is the first clothing piece I’ve made in years. My hands hurt like fuck but I’m proud and it’s quite comfy 😉

21:54: I discovered Jeopardy on Netflix and I’m excited to watch this until I fall asleep tonight.

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