Playboi Carti, Rage Rap’s Goth King, Beckons Brooklyn to the Pit
The rapper, who has become one of hip-hop’s leading stars, presided over a sweaty tangle of young men outfitted in black and ecstatically moshing.
https://t.co/RxwtYC9pI1I am
not me
I am not what I seem to be
I am not what I look like
masked in the darkness
that only the tears can see
shimmering droplets of fear
breaking the barrier of myself
I am
wrecked
split
torn
embedded
I am a creature behind the pain
sensually smiling to everyone
screaming inside for what is not
as I die with every little breath
I take this life down with me
I am
horrid
masked
broken
terrified
I am hurting for help from others
yet I ask the wrong questions
pondering when I will be saved
yet awaiting the tock of the clock
that never seems to pass on by
I am
crimson
cut
severed
tainted
I am what I feel inside of me
killing off the presence of life
bearing down in the empty hole
realizing no heart was what I had
stone cold in the isolation of myself
I am
ignorant
pitiful
disgraceful
stupid
I am what I don't seem to be
so look at the out and not the in
for your eyes will fill with tears
as my body lay in the cold emptiness
knowing what I was, not who I am
The industrial style is more of a masculine style, with exposed pipes and beams. The main materials used in decorating are bricks and concrete. The furniture, often unfinished, is usually paired with antiques.
Some suggested that the pharaoh's curse was biological in nature.
- Lab studies have shown some ancient mummies carried mold, including Aspergillus niger and Aspergillus flavus, which can cause congestion or bleeding in the lungs.
- Bacteria such as Pseudomonas and Staphylococcus may also grow on tomb walls, causing lung problems.
However, the idea that an underground tomb, after 3,000 years, would have some microorganism in it that would kill somebody weeks later is highly unlikely.
Tania Willard Wins Canada’s Sobey Art Award
Tania Willard, an artist of Secwépemc descent known for her work centering Indigenous basketry, has been named the winner of the 2025 Sobey Art Award.
https://t.co/YviynkwLsEbridge over the sea under white sky
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- I can’t understate the importance of having an exciting feature that becomes the essence of the work
- It’s better to write a memorable-yet-flawed book rather than one that’s polished but resembles a hundred other stories.
I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.