NOW Bim was in his cell meditating upon the circumstances that loomed over him and the rest of the Vaughn17. And an Angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire from the midst of his mattress. So he looked and behold, the mattress was burning with fire, but it was not consumed. Nor did smoke materialize in the cell. Then Bim said, “Why this is a great sight, but why does the mattress not burn?” So when the Lord saw that Bim was utterly amazed, God called to him from the midst of the mattress and said, “I am God of your father—God of George Jackson—God of Marcus Garvey—God of Nat Turner.” The Lord said, “I have seen my people (the v17) who stand trial in Delaware, and have heard their cry, for I know their sorrow. So I have come down to deliver them out
Heliogabalus drowned his dinner guests in flower petals.
He mixed their lentils with onyx, he mistook emeralds for spring onions
I have to imagine.
Decadent, they said, wasteful, corrupt, depraved, shameful.
No. I get it.
Couldn’t he have just loved them so much without knowing how?
Just wanted them all to sleep over?
Just thought that choking on rose petals with all
(aren’t we all in love with our friends) (tumultuously and wonderfully and chastely in love)
the loves of his life, thought it would be the right way, the only way to go,
destined by his Eastern Gods?
Everyone I know is falling in or out of love.
Some are doing both. Some don't know they are doing either.
Some think they are doing one but are actually doing the other.
Cocky of me to think I know these things, I know. Shh, I'll kiss you. Don’t worry about it.
I want to hold up my hands like they’re scaling something unstable, climbing wet metal.
I want to catch their dead weight and cushion them with my skull, whichever way they’re falling.
I’ll take care of you I'll take care of you I'll take care of you I'll take care of you I don't want
to watch a heart hit the pavement, the spatter, the ooze will
occupy my intrusive thoughts for decades to come just let me
catch you.
But even the friends for whom I would eat peonies until I suffocated
are going to slip through my fingers and I theirs.
There are unbendable rules of this reality that I can’t fix by magic.
You can’t catch what’s falling, all you can do is beat the electricity back
into its ruptured atriums when it hits the ground. Don’t touch your face with your hands.
Someday I'll fall in love again. They’ll try to catch me.
They know my method of feeling. Tangy, viscous, gluttonous. Overbroad and overgrown.
Sticky orange pollen from lilies packing subdural space like sawdust. Bulbous moons for eyes.
And I'll brush their hands away like my own hair sweeping my shoulders and look
at some girl and give her soft soft body everything that it wants.
Content warning: police violence. An old shed, off-kilter roof propped up by faded gray teak. Stars glancing through an open window, reflected light scaling the walls, the floor. Moonlight across the crusted steel barrel of an old hunting rifle. Everywhere the same sound – the steady breath of the ocean, waves pushing in and out, in and out, inescapable, hope and oblivion. Wednesday morning. Her eyes shot open. She cast the linen bedsheet off her body – it was late. Gentle, mid-morning light wafted through the window, leaping from the ocean and welcoming the bedroom into the day with an even glow. She looked next to her, the bed was empty. He was already awake, she could smell the coffee and slightly burnt toast downstairs. It was their fourth morning in these unfamiliar surroundings; the beach house of a friend of theirs, away visiting in-laws in Chile. This vacation, disguised as housesitting,
This TikTok is a stimulating exercise in the law and retributive justice. The basic facts of the Tok are as follows. First, we see a jaguar attack a capybara. Next, we observe as a crocodile attacks the presumed same jaguar (“aggressor”). Finally, we see two separate clips of the initial capybara (thankfully living) riding on the back of the crocodile that appeared in the second clip. Mental state and intent should never be presumed, but it should be obvious that the crocodile and capybara are seeking revenge and looking for the aggressor. Based on the perceived climate as well as the biological data our team has collected on capybara and jaguar residences and mating habitats, we can assume the incident in the video occurred in South America. Likely Brazil. However, I am not an expert in Brazilian tort law (yet) and we therefore will adapt our analysis to an American
Do you smoke death stick bro? See the first death stick i had, the doctor geebed me up to promote healthy chemical flow. Later in the day, after the chord was prematurely cut.. oh yes yes I was a member of the Infantile Death Stick Corps.. Can you imagine, Squatting out a Squealer?! I wonder if the umbilical chord came about b/c the mother would just dip on a fool, unwanting of the slime and cacophony. Anyways, I’ve been chasing my administered infantile Death Stick geeb high ever since. THE DHS AGENT SAID "WATCH OUT FOR THE REGULARS THEY'LL TAKE YOUR STUFF" Sitting here, texting god knows who. Getting myself into who know what. Sent lots of money to lord knows where this night. I'm not a knight. When occam's razor applies to the mystical it tingles my senses. Whenever I do this it rebounds back to me somehow, the lows
A day in the life of a Summer Associate 9:30 am – Shoot! Woke up before my alarm went off. Try to go back to bed, but too excited for the day ahead! 10 am – Login remotely. No new emails. Decide to go into the office. 11 am – Arrive at work. Eat complementary food. High five coworkers. 11:15 am - Email supervisor to ask if anything needs to be done. Response: “Nothing to do as of now. Way to show initiative and get into the office early!” 11:30am – Call mom and go for a walk around the block, it’s a beautiful day in the city! Mom asks when I’m coming home, tell her I’m working hard and can’t deal with this right now. 11:45am - Start to get hungry again and remember that one of the associates is taking me out to lunch. Networking! 12pm – Go out for lunch: steaks
Bianca Delathorpe was the name of a forty-three year old schoolteacher from Brickshaw, New Jersey. She wore almost exclusively cheetah print and drank primarily energy drink powders that she used her long plastic fingernails to tap into a clear blue Aquafina water bottle with a green cap. The shade of lipstick she wore every day was called ‘Meow Meow Magenta’ and the shade of nail polish she wore every day was called ‘Fuck me Fireman Red.’ Her voice was nasally, especially when she stood at the front of the classroom and said “listen up, class.” She had a long-term boyfriend named Joseph Bangbottom, and her nickname for him was Mr. Bang. He drove a white car and had one gold tooth and three rings on each of his hands. On special occasions, he would add a fourth. If the occasion was celebratory, he would add it to his right hand,
Who’s on the front lines risking their lives? Most people think of doctors, nurses and delivery drivers, but I think of people who are homeless. Most of them here are people of color. We are being hit hard. We didn’t ask to be on the front lines. We were volunteered. This is not a conspiracy theory, this is a fact. Homeward DC reports that D.C. used to be a “chocolate city.” If you don’t believe me check it out for yourself. In 1970, over 70% of D.C. residents were Black. By 2015 the number dropped to 48%. I’m thinking every Black person should get a medal of honor. Everyday, we are fighting a war we don’t want to be in. I understand the anger a lot of people have, and I know love because of anger. I don’t want to be angry. But we’ve all been marked with the seven
INT. LAW SCHOOL BUILDING - ATRIUM - DAY The building is buzzing with mid-day traffic, overworked brains tumble out of lecture halls bug-eyed, professors sidewind through detritus and dicta. JEFF runs into MICAELA on the stairs. MICAELA You done for the day? JEFF Yeah, getting out of here. We should catch up, though. MICAELA For sure! JEFF Do you know what you’re doing this summer? MICAELA Yeah, New York. JEFF Nice, where at? MICAELA I’m gonna be at a firm… JEFF Nice! Big law summer. You excited? MICAELA Of course. I’ll be back in the city and I think this summer is going to open a lot of doors. I’ve always been interested in the associate experience because you get to sample a lot of different practice areas in the summer program and I know I like corporate work so I’m looking forward to experiencing corporate legal work. JEFF Nice what’d you do before? MICAELA I worked for my dad’s private equity company called