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Fortress of Solitude
Don’t let the titling fool you… My fortress of solitude is a LOUD place. It is an isolation from everything I need a few minutes away from. The hour I spend in the car every day with enough entertainment to DJ a block party. A lunch break with the above-pictured devices. It is never enough to simply see earbuds as a deterrent of extraneous conversation. The car makes it obvious; announcing that I won’t hear you three blocks before I ever even alive. But on the ground, out in the world? That will require some closed-back cans. It needs to be obvious that I am not ignoring you (or am I?). It needs to be apparent why I just can’t be bothered right now. It creates a space where I am around people who speak my language. People who talk about shit I want to talk about. People who enjoy things that I enjoy. When I am with my music, I am in a space without the disappointment of general human interaction. I get to choose my spots, I get to explore things
True Story©... The Bakery
It seems that these days you can’t swing a cat without hitting a “bakery refuses same-sex couple” byline in the news. They ALWAYS end ugly, with the same-sex couple suing under anti-discrimination grounds and the bakery citing religious freedom and first amendment protections on their part. Sure, their first amendment protections specifically suggest “fuck your first amendment protection up the ass” (pun totally intended), but no one seems to have time to explore that element. Following my ouster over titties and my inability to get up the funding through the generosity of others more recently, I decided that I have been spending too much time trying to create a niche that did not yet exist when I could have been working more diligently at exploiting one that was right in my face. Sure, I don’t exactly bake very well and my oven in the house is only so big, but I can follow simple enough directions and I had myself an idea… … I am going to EXCLUSIVELY
Hotep Wednesdays... Life Imitates Art
It’s kind of like they sit around and think to themselves “just what bullshit can we put forth and then claim plausible deniability of?” and then proceed to insult our intelligence. We’ve seen this happen with the physical representation of Jesus, every single individual in the book of Exodus in every cinematic presentation ever, Cleopatra, Laurence Olivier as Othello… I could go on but I think you get it. Let me stop for a moment… Egypt is here: (and in case you went to public school, Africa is actually MUCH larger than that in real life) Anyway… In case you looked at the lightskinnded woman above and said “Harpo, who dis woman?” it is Today’s pseudo representation of what a reconstructed Nefertiti should have looked like. What we know is that her daughter, Ankhesenpaaten would go on to be the queen of Tutankamun, one of the most recognizable kings of the 18 th Dynasty from 1300something BC. What we can surmise is that human migration was