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Any Black female who lives in Oakland

Do not go to the liquor store on 90th and MacArthur, around 10-14 Black men will be standing out there with vans and they will try to snatch you up, the Arab dudes who own the liquor store are in on it do not go there during the night, if it wasn’t for my boyfriend being with me last night they would have got me #staywoke

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dystopian aesthetics

overgrown wildflowers licking rundown buildings & cracked sidewalks like a morbid painting 

neon lit cityscapes where shop windows glow an enticing pulse, intricate bridges & self-driving cars hurtling past electric highways that stretch over seas & every home appliance is automated

shady underground dwellings where people on the border of society, people who can’t afford life in the limelight, are left to collect dust, turning to knives & arson for any reminder of being alive 

houses with shambled rooftops & mold infestations in every corner, dead flowers and ash lining the streets, gaunt faces peering out of fogged up windows. they say at night, you can hear the screams reverberate over the routine sounds of traffic & holographic advertisements that remind you to pay your taxes

abandoned grocery stores with conked out fluorescents that flicker on & off like a glitch, expired cartons of milk toppled over in the dairy section, concentrating in sticky pools, roaches skittering past the aisles. every few days, people barge in skirting for resources, leaving every shelf in the canned foods section empty. somebody spray paints a plea for help in morse code over the old, faded WE’RE OPEN sign

you hear your neighbor wants to get her cybernetic implants removed, three days later & you have a new neighbor. you never figure out what happened to her, you’re not sure you want to

roadside diners with cyborg kitchen staff and robot waiters

elvis presley and michael jackson songs reverberating from the insides of bomb shelters where people make pleas for their past lives, get drunk & dance to 80′s synthpop as everything burns above them

tattoo artists charging $120, offering illegal, drug-laced tattoos in various night club bathroom stalls around tokyo, apparently the ones that glitter or glow in the dark produce the best trips

THEY’RE WATCHING YOU, reads a flickering neon poster along a dark alleyway, you want to run back to your motel, but you can feel them behind you, their breaths a hiss of bared teeth through gas masks

strangers in flamboyant costumes & terrifying makeup approaching you as you make your routine commute back home, you avoid paying them any heed, escaped video game characters are not to be trifled with & a bunch of pixels can’t hurt you, at least that’s what the news says

waking up to the blaring of alarms & your best friend shaking you awake, another rebel encampment’s about to go down & you have to take an express submarine to make your escape 

black rain heaving viciously down from the heavens every six months, corroding skin & car windows

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cool chandelier at museum today 

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St. Nicolas Church (Malá Strana), Prague 

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We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds ~ Anton Chekhov | Staglieno, Genova | s.alt

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John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale

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In Greek mythology, Niobe, queen of Thebes, boasted of her superiority to the goddess Leto because she had fourteen children while Leto had only two. Because she was more beautiful and had more children, Niobe believed herself more deserving of worship than Leto. As punishment for her hubris, the goddess sent her two children, Apollo and Artemis, to kill the Niobids. Using poisoned arrows, Apollo killed Niobe’s seven sons, and Artemis the seven daughters. The grieving mother Niobe eventually turned to stone as she wept for her slain children. 

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Paul Giggle

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