Rocky Harwood  x Jean-Michel Basquiat, Self Portrait (Plaid), 1983

 Rocky Harwood  x Jean-Michel Basquiat, Self Portrait (Plaid), 1983

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fxckeryandshxts:

FKA Twigs x Two Weeks.

fxckeryandshxts:

FKA Twigs x Two Weeks.

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carlos-gadbois:

its-salah:

frannyelle:

micdotcom:

Intense photos from Ferguson last night look more like Iraq than the U.S.

Civil unrest in response to the shooting death of unarmed black teenager Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo., has received the lion’s share of media coverage. But as protests continus, the authorities’ response has increasingly looked less like police action and more like a crackdown in a war zone.

But it’s not just the equipment

This is happening.

It’s been happening way before Ferguson.

AMERICA 2014…..

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carlos-gadbois:

its-salah:

frannyelle:

micdotcom:

Intense photos from Ferguson last night look more like Iraq than the U.S.

Civil unrest in response to the shooting death of unarmed black teenager Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo., has received the lion’s share of media coverage. But as protests continus, the authorities’ response has increasingly looked less like police action and more like a crackdown in a war zone.

But it’s not just the equipment

This is happening.

It’s been happening way before Ferguson.

AMERICA 2014…..

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uutpoetry:

The Perfect Poem
All my life I’ve been trying to write the perfect poem that only a few of us believe  exists.
It begins with “ways of executing a blouse”:in a garden, on Market St., while touching the vibrating octagon, during early spring, while attached to the space around you, on a thin screen made of frog guts.
While you were sleeping the earth rotated around its core, iron and smelt, and worked its magnetic fields further toward resolution.
The impossible brings itself to work everyday attaining an awareness within what is forming. How can you, a lavender cave, rest on a day like this? The actuality of flatness calls us to the opaque grasses of epiphany.
seed text: Hello, the Roses, by Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge art by owlwise12

uutpoetry:

The Perfect Poem

All my life I’ve been trying
to write the perfect poem
that only a few of us believe
exists.

It begins with “ways of executing a blouse”:
in a garden,
on Market St.,
while touching the vibrating octagon,
during early spring,
while attached to the space around you,
on a thin screen made of frog guts.

While you were sleeping
the earth rotated around its core, iron and smelt,
and worked its magnetic fields further toward
resolution.

The impossible brings itself to work everyday
attaining an awareness within what is forming.
How can you, a lavender cave, rest on a day like this?
The actuality of flatness calls us
to the opaque grasses
of epiphany.

seed text: Hello, the Roses, by Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge
art by owlwise12

thecoalitionmag:

hey! we r currently takin submissions for our third issue! come thru with ur illustrations, photography, stories, poetry, diary entries that u dont mind us invading, whatever it is u want to share. 
we r especially looking forward to hearing abt ur back to school experiences or advice or photography havin to do wit school, college, etc. here are the guidelines and dont be scared to ask any questions if u have any! stay hydrated, stay glowy. 

thecoalitionmag:

hey! we r currently takin submissions for our third issue! come thru with ur illustrations, photography, stories, poetry, diary entries that u dont mind us invading, whatever it is u want to share. 

we r especially looking forward to hearing abt ur back to school experiences or advice or photography havin to do wit school, college, etc. here are the guidelines and dont be scared to ask any questions if u have any! stay hydrated, stay glowy. 

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postracialcomments:

futureblackpolitician:

politicalsexkitten:

John Legend doesn’t take shit.

he’s really going in. I love it

Him and Jesse…I love them so much

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