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sunset in cape town looks so beautiful today. this orange-to-purple gradient is making life worth living again. fuck around and get boo'd up. idk.

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premiss: land issue in south africa.

this is probably a shallow attempt at this thought, but i take great issue to the fact that we cannot conceive of justice outside the set bounds of 'rule of law'. for me, justice, like a lot of social standards, is a child of its time. it is constantly defined and redefined with time and whatever changes it brings with it. what 19th century slaves saw as freedom is different to what those in the 20th century saw ,etc. the rule of law in this case acts as a tool thorough which this prospect of justice is sought. salves were given better living conditions, then they were freed, then they were given political rights and so on. that should make the principle just as malleable -or at its most extreme, expendable, as its fruit. 'a tool is only as useful as its utility'. a few months ago i asked the chief justice of the time, CJ Raymond Zondo, whether this was possible an he simply said it was not justice. the question then becomes 'for who?' because if the working definition of justice leaves those its supposed to serve yearning, still, then is it justice?

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pores thick with grease.

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smearing the funk all over these campus walls. i am a moments in time, eternal.

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chalking down lengthy letters of apology to the doormen on unguarded pavements. we gave bathroom bullies a new lease at childhood.

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'power to the criminals'

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we are militant. thick on spicy liquid, shovelling political nuance down the gullet. good time to rub shoulders.

drudging up the hillsides of my sunken place. thick with melanin, i am a people. kill me if you dare.

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this is what my wordpress feels like.

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my campus view is coming in clutch. hold on..

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so hard.

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drudging up the hillsides of my sunken place. thick with melanin, i am a people. kill me if you dare.

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People tend to throw out the phrase "extremely specific kinks" as though that inherently implies something transgressive, but in my experience, the overwhelming majority of extremely specific kinks are so innocuous that you could see them in public and not even clock them. For every person who can only get off to having their nipples electrocuted, there are a dozen who are volcanically aroused by seeing their partner wearing one specific pair of socks.

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you spend at least 20% of your time on campus trying to find a place to sit.

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not referring to a child as exactly that; a child, when they have been found with a weapon/to have committed a crime, is the first point of deviation from justice.