talking on mute.

kaiyoteacrossing asked: I was just thinking about you today! I'm glad you have internet again. <3

i am glad, too. i have missed seeing your posts!

ras-al-ghul-is-dead:

A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the LOVE statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  In this event, artist activists staged a scene where Kieth A. Wallace, an Actor, pretended to be dead for an hour in front of the statue while others took turns holding a sign with “Call Us By Our Names” written on it.  

To see more photos from this performance, check out #CallUsByOurNames on Facebook. 

I am not a journalist, I am merely a friend of the artists involved.  I was not at this event.      

As the photos show, the social experiment and silent protest highlighted the peoples reaction in the foreground of the photo. In this context the people become the performance art, and the faux dead body becomes a backdrop.  As an artist, I don’t want to give you my interpretation of the art of these photos. They should speak for themselves.  But I did talk to Lee Edward Colston II, an actor, who was involved in the event.  

Here are some of his observations of the social interactions he witnessed: 

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."

(Laughs.)

There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

#CallUsByOurNames

http://www.phillymag.com/news/2014/08/18/ferguson-protest-tourists-pose-dead-boy-love-park/?fb_action_ids=10152393307509412&fb_action_types=og.recommends&fb_ref=.U_I27dVyArI.like#gallery-1-8

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internet. i have real internet again. like, a constant source of internet that doesn’t randomly disconnect or require me to sit outside, upside down with the blood rushing to my skull.

so, my neighbors brought up that i didn’t talk for two months straight and basically said they know i am “mentally incapacitated,” then told me i need to lose weight by starving even though we don’t have much money for food right now and i have an illness that is exacerbated by not eating enough. i have been almost to the point of needing hospitalized for the last two days because i was dehydrating faster than i could drink and losing the little bit of food i did eat from the severity of the muscle spasms i get.

this is why i don’t like people. i am back to almost not talking again.

hand carved wands, staffs, and walking sticks

christian and i are making hand carved wands, staffs, and walking sticks to help support ourselves and to pay for school. each piece is entirely hand carved from wood we have collected locally, sanded, and finished.

if anyone is interested, you can email us at x19eighty4@gmail.com. even if you can’t or don’t want to purchase a wand, staff, or walking stick, we would really appreciate a reblog.

i fell when we went swimming and i thought i didn’t hurt anything. i was wrong.

i don’t know if i just tend to trust the wrong people or what, but this shit is ridiculous.

someone is fucking shooting and i really doubt they were shooting at a fox.

i really just wanted some friends, but i always pick the wrong ones. or maybe it is just me and i am the problem, but i don’t know.

music tag!

liquoricemint:

Tagged by mellorimo

you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. hit shuffle on your ipod, phone, itunes, media player etc and write down the first 20 songs. then pass this on to 10 people. one rule: no skipping”

  1. Whiteout - Christophe Beck
  2. Oaken’s Sauna
i am on my phone so can’t do this exactly right, but here are the songs: letters to you - finch classy girls - the lumineers do you know what i’m seeing? - panic at the disco starfuckers, inc. - nin lithium - nirvana she talks to angels (cover) - counting crows holland road - mumford & sons liquid state - muse only wanna be with you - hootie & the blowfish glycerine - bush all your reasons - matchbox 20 helena - my chemical romance kryptonite - three doors down the distance - cake dust - augustana easily - red hot chili peppers echo - trapt effect and cause - the white stripes even if it kills me - motion city soundtrack every night - imagine dragons

(Source: swanhime)

back to head down and mouth shut. as soon as i start getting okay with people, they pull shit. just proves i can’t have friends unless i am willing to participate in their drama.

had to take the back way to the library to avoid the fucking cops.

i didn’t give them consent to search my shit. they wouldn’t answer my questions. douchebag tried to convince me to sit in his car while he searched mine. got pissed when i wouldn’t stop asking why he was searching my shit.

i’m half-mexican in tennessee and for some fucked up reason i stupidly believed this wouldn’t be an issue. republican programs on every television down here, even in burger king. the constant wave of racist language spewing forth from almost everyone you encounter.

i am scared and i am fucking angry.