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Janeil isn't here for R. Kelly's shit nor Darnell's mistakes! A lot of passionate talk on blackness and race from this couple this week. Wonder what brought this on...

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The Creation Click brings to you Ja'Neil and Darnell two of Earth's many black weirdos that decided that they wanted to ask questions that people never seem to be answering. Freestyle Kareoke is an open conversation for those like us to join in on to really show some perspective.

Broadcasting straight from the 3rd World Power's national capital to truly let the rest of you earthlings know that it is okay to ask questions, feel differently, and discuss the "whys" of this country.

Join in on the convo. Listening is free.

#jointheclick

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2018

So i guess i’m getting married.

i’m getting married

i’m getting married

me married?

omg

fuck american immigration laws yo. 

uhg! 

but at least he loves me. 

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Letter to Self,

imagine if you actually did travel over 100 miles through one city to the next just you and Dani (your cat that has known the wild world even better than you) and the open road in front of you. Imagine on that ride you are all you have to support yourself. Cannot lean on anyone else but your own instinct. Building a trust in me that is deeper than any trust you’ve ever had in anyone else. Trusting me more than your parents, partners, and friends. Trusting the you who is now so you can grow to the you to become. 

Imagine yourself truly taking that journey. Nothing but dust and memories in your rearview. Imagine finally getting to where you want to be, taking in the chance that it may not be exactly what it’s cracked up to be. Yet still excited that you made it anyway. A way from the indifference and the longing to be there fighting new fights with new experiences. 

Imagine doing all that right now. 

Imagine the gains over the losses

What else do you have to lose?

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Variant here of my ‘Get Out’ illo - Lead art for The Village Voice. Supposed to be a good flick - In theaters yesterday. Mega thanks to Art Director, Parker Hubbard for having me aboard. 

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Get Out :)

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emtionally unavailable until further notice

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so many fucking ads on this got damn website i can’t even mindlessely scroll through my dash without some new video loading every 30 seconds!!

Is this spankwire or tumblr?!?!?!!?!?!?

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*stretches* 

Ahh, now that i’ve come up out my feelings I can move forward! 

:]

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honestly this is more real than the ‘original’

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At the end of the day we all think about ourselves, don’t we?

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this seething feeling i feel towards these people that consider themselves writers, is very troublesome. Envy never produced good work. Maybe love, or hate, or sadness, or grief, but never envy. The words always taste so rotten coming out of your mouth. The tone sets a mood too discomforting. Words are supposed to be a warm fire for the cold heart. Words are supposed to be a warm fire for the cold heart. 

can anyone be a writer because these days it seems like everyone is?

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She’s sees it every where she goes. The eyes setting in on her every word and motion. Goosebumps erupt on her skin as their whispers breeze by her through the halls. A shock when she realizes that no lips were moving. How more times can her face change to please the public? 

She forces out a giggle that sounds nothing like hers. She opens her mouth and speaks in tongues that she doesn’t fully understand. Though it pleases the crowd none the less. How can a name matter if no life is in it?

Every mirror she looks in she cannot identify herself. Any mirror no matter how flattering she still does not know what she sees. Do you get it? 

Who is She, though?