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Winter - Jacopo Bassano

Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

A poster on my wall

Each one of you are different
but all your stories are beloved
all ending so wonderfully
with the first man you ever loved

For that I despise you all
and your stupid fabulous lives
your tiny little waists
and perfectly small thighs

never one single zit
great hair and big eyes
happy castles and villages
with always perfect skies

But for some reason I love y'all
so I guess this poem was senseless
why am I even writing about
some imaginary Disney Princesses

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Long-necked glass vase - Louis Comfort Tiffany

Hope in life

I had hope
I should of known it was lie
I knew it wouldn't last
I knew someone was lying to me
I knew it
why did I believe you
why did I believe her
I believed
cause I have dreams
I have hopes
but why have hope
hope is pointless
hope will only cause me to break more
so I give up hope
I will leave this hope of find loving
I will leave all hope behind
I will slowly die
for hope was all that I had in life
hope...
is a dream

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Writing well: choosing the right words

• Avoid at all costs the cliches of the thousands of writers who have gone before you.


• When you’re choosing words and stringing them together, be aware of how they sound.


• Use words you enjoy and that are vivid.


• Know the subtle differences between synonyms and which one best expresses what you want to say.


• Use the words that have precise meanings rather than those that are vague.

Aurora Volando - Gerardo Dottori

sue charles studio painting artwork

The 2 Types of Privilege

The two types of privilege are: individual and institutional.

Institutional privilege refers to all the advantages of Whiteness that are inherited through baked-in foundational forces and their impact on political, economic, legal, and social structures, policies, and practices. 

Individual privilege is what individuals obtain for themselves, often called "achieved" status.

Institutional privilege is tied to individual privilege because a lack of the former constrains or restricts the latter.

The only group of people who have full privilege is the group of high-class Whites.

illustration artwork

tw: EYES. drawing artwork