qotw: flower bloom

“Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talkin' poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room Would you trust it? I mean, you need to [read] this…” Kendrick Lamar, "Poetic Justice" In what... Continue Reading →

Safe Space

The concept of a “safe space” doesn't exist. It's a figment of your imagination. I know, the buzz term makes you comfortable, gives you hope, but it's also farce. Don't believe the hype. That was rather cold of me. I meant no harm, honestly. Could I have said it better? Yeah, my mom dukes would... Continue Reading →

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