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[bioniczombie]

4t3: Perfectly Preserved Rug (Seasons EP)

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Found Under Decor>Rugs for $195.

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[haddonpr]

@houseofpharaohs wearing our brands. 💥💥💥 SEASONS EP | Available on Friday! 📌 Tickets for the Season tour, are out now. “ @djtarget love for having us on @bbc1xtra ⚡️” . . . . #houseofpharaohs #1xtra #djtarget #seasonsep #haddonpr (at BBC Radio 1Xtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxiBcUQjbCV/?igshid=tk0hkj6fyvz9

[xgosiamx]

Ladies and Gents, Ollie Wale (@olliewale) is back! ▫ One half of great band from Dundee, The Shrugs, is back with new music. Three songs are an announcement of his new EP - "Seasons". "Spring in My Step", "Sunrise", "The Fall" - three great acoustic songs with excellent lyrics, vocals and music. Pure magic. When you are listening to his songs you are in heaven. In his music, voice, words sung by him, you can find something that gives you a time full of emotions, amazing sounds, peace of mind. Happiness. Ollie has a huge talent and you can hear it in every song. "Spring in My Step", "Sunrise", "The Fall" are songs you need to be happy, to have a good day. These songs are perfect to listen to any time - in the morning, during the evening, at night. Always. I have to say one thing: I love each one of them. I'm pretty sure you will fall in love with his voice and these songs, and you will find your own world in his music. Just as I did. Great job Mr. Ollie Wale! ◾ ▫"Spring in My Step" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Py-05IQPH94 ▫"Sunrise" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPQHUiND8ys ▫"The Fall" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWwh6vu-ro8 ◾ #OllieWale #SeasonsEP #music #SpringinMyStep #Sunrise #TheFall #muscoftheday #acoustic #acousticmusic #musicofinstagram #album

[thejournalofjacquejordan-blog]

Winter, 2010 (UNSEEN FOOTAGE)

In literature class today, we were working on poetry. I always enjoyed reading poetry, however I never tried to take up writing it, so this proved to be an interesting experience for me. The teacher taught us about assonance and alliteration. Each concept revolves around the use of vowel and consonant sounds in repetition. I wasn't very good at using these concepts, but found them quite intriguing to learn about. It made it easier to understand why certain lyrics in music are very catchy.

The teacher gave us the opportunity to write our own poems, and share them with classmates. I wrote my poem, but I was not willing to share with anyone, so I kept to myself while the other classmates shared their work with each other. A girl approached my desk, with hr paper in her hand.

"Let me read your poem", she beamed.

"No."

"Why not? I'll let you read mine."

"No."

"What is your name?"

"Jacque."

"I'm Bessa. Bessa J. They used to call me B.J., but that made me a pause waiting to happen," she laughed.

"Nice to meet you. You still can't read my poem."

"I heard you the first time man, relax."

"Sorry, I'm not a very social person."

"That must be frustrating in a place like this."

"Yeah."

I noticed something about Bessa. She had a rather mesmerizing quality to her. I felt like I had seen her before, but couldn't quite place my finger on when or where. We continued to converse, and Gordon decided he would pay my desk a visit. I immediately clenched my fists. 

"What's good blood? Oh, Bessa J! I didn't notice you over here. What's good with you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" 

"Don't act like that."

"Not much acting one can, while being honest"

I had to laugh at that. Very clever of her.

"Hey, Bessa. Check out this new watch I got yesterday," I was getting extremely furious at this point.

"It's nice, right? I didn't think it was quite my style at first, but for some reason I just had to have it."

"That's nice G. That's so cute," she replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, you could say it costed me a lifetime," he looked at me with a smirk. I wanted to smack it right off of his face.

"What's this? Oh, we have a poet in the room!"

Gordon picked up my paper, and began to read. His smile growing bigger, and bigger the further he got down the page. I was beginning to become angrier and angrier the wider his grin grew. I didn't know why I was getting so upset over a stupid assignment. 

"Give it back to me," I said.

"So you're a writer? That means you can write my papers for me."

"Never," I replied, "Why would I do your work for you?"

"Do you ever want to wear this watch again?"

I stared at him with fury.

"I told you already nigga, I'm the authority around here. You go through me no matter what."

"We'll see about that Gordon. I like the watch, but there isn't anything that will allow me to lower my level of dignity."

"You're a bold kid, Jacque. That won't last long around here though."

He threw my poem in the garbage, and walked away.

"Jacque, I'm sorry about that," Bessa said sincerely, "He's such a goon."

"It's not a big deal. That poem wasn't any goo anyways."

The bell rang for the lunch period, and once again I sat alone. I didn't bother to eat, because I didn't have much of an appetite for what was being served today. Bessa came up to my table, and sat with me.

"Winter."

"What are you talking about Bessa?"

"Your poem is amazing."

"How do you know? It's sitting in a trash can right now."

"Is it?" She pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket, and sure enough, it was the poem.

"Will you read it to me?"

"No."

"Not now, maybe after school? I want to hear how it sounds when you say it."

"I didn't write it to say it, I wrote it to get credit for class participation."

"So, I'll see you after school?"

It didn't make any sense to refuse this offer, seeing as at thee moment Bessa was the only person in the school that didn't think I was some stranger. So eventually, I agreed to meet her after school.

We agreed to meet at the Carnegie Library in Oakland. I was on my way there, when I saw a crowd of people making quite a stir. I figured I would walk over t check it out. It turns out, they were having a rap battle. Different students crowded around in a circle and showcased their lyrical ability and wordplay. They took turns exchanging verses, and while some did not take it as seriously as others, I was thoroughly impressed with their efforts. I noticed one that they called "Smoke", who seemed to be conducting these battles standing next to Gordon who noticed me join the circle. He spoke to him quietly as he watched the others rap, Smoke smiled. After the the two rappers concluded, Smoke addressed the crowd;

"I know you guys have been wondering when I was planning on getting back to rapping," the crowd cheered, "It's been a long time since I've stepped in the cypher. You guys named me the best rapper in the school, and since then, nobody has challenged that. I'm giving anyone in this cypher the chance to strip me of my title."

Gordon steppe up, "Hold up y'all, let me raise the stakes. I got this gold watch for anybody that can beat Smoke toe-to-toe. Whoever wants this watch, and the title, step up now! Going once..."

I stood there, and realized I had a chance. I had a chance to earn my pride, and respect back. I had a chance to take back what was stolen from me other than by way of violence. I had a chance to prove that I wasn't just some quiet kid. The only problem was, I didn't know how to rap.

"Going twice..."

I figured it couldn't be that hard. I know how to write a poem, I understand the concepts from class. I decided to step up.

"Oh, look! Maya Angelou decided to come into the cypher. What do you know about rap music blood? You're about to get bodied!"

Smoke stepped into the cypher, and I told him he could go first.

** FOOTAGE CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE **

When I got to the library, I was about 20 minutes late. I saw Bessa sitting at a table by herself, gathering her things to leave. She looked up to see me walking towards her and flashed her incredible smile.

"Hey! I'm glad you made it. I was worried you wouldn't come"

"Sorry, I got caught up in something after school."

"Was it Gordon again?"

"Kind of. But no worries. Everything is fine now."

"Okay, good to know," she handed me the poem, "So, enough small talk. Let's hear it in your words."

I took a deep breath, and began to read the words off of the paper.

The snow is falling,

The cold is calling you,

The sky gets darker,

The sky is calling you,

You're all I wanted,

You know I wanted you,

The snow keeps falling,

The cold keeps calling,

Your name...

As I moved further down the paper, she seemed to become more and more engaged with the words. She wasn't just listening t the poem. She was feeling it. She was absorbed the world that I was painting a picture of. And I was too.

"What made you write that?"

"Well, the winter is always a cold, and lonely time for me. When I say the cold is calling, I'm referring to all the people that I lost in the cold time period. Winter seems to bring these feelings upon me all the time."

"Wow. You're very interesting."

"Thanks."

We stayed in the library for hours speaking about how we felt during every season. Sharing experiences we've had in each one. Some good, some bad. All in all, when we parted ways I knew her better. She knew me too, just not the whole me. I couldn't share the intricacies of my lifestyle as she wouldn't understand, let alone believe me. But, at least I had someone that I knew I could talk to. 

[fred-the-curator]

Souletiquette.

[exileartisan]

We proudly present R.O.M.'s debut EP - SEASONS EP also featuring collaborations with @dexterbrandon @riddla & D.H. Music with feelings. FREE DL, we hope you'll enjoy! Don't hesitate to Like & Share Follow R.O.M: @rommel-2 twitter.com/rombeats facebook.com/romproductions96 Artwork By @choncj

[bioniczombie]

4t3: Wallflowers (Seasons EP)

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Party Wallflowers:

14 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Wall Art for $50.

I resized the images as the file was huge otherwise.

The Wallflower's Bouquet:

15 swatches. 1 is recolorable (last swatch).

Found Under Decor>Wall Art for $25.

[haddonpr]

@houseofpharaohs wearing our brands. 💥💥💥 SEASONS EP | Available on Friday! 📌 Tickets for the Season tour, are out now. “ @djtarget love for having us on @bbc1xtra ⚡️” . #houseofpharaohs #1xtra #djtarget #seasonsep #haddonpr https://www.instagram.com/p/BxhlsvCDMPo/?igshid=1onoil69z6ipm

[atransformedheart]

Thanks to my little sisters we have an assembly line going for the production of my EP! #poormansalbums #DYI #bcrecording #bryangregorycrank #seasonsep

[bioniczombie]

4t3: Money Tree (Seasons EP)

This tree was cloned from a tree by @gruesim, so it will move in the wind, and has shadows. It won't change with the seasons, however.

Not a "real" money tree (doesn't grow, can't harvest).

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[bioniczombie]

4t3: Seasons Decals (Seasons EP)

An updated version of these decals. These do not conflict with the originals.

These have the outline removed, and have more intersection tags. These are also bigger, as I placed them on an edited aikea-guinea mesh, instead of the original TS4 mesh.

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Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Paintings for $5.

[bioniczombie]

4t3: Seasons Decor (Seasons EP)

Here is some summer/seasonal decor. 🌞 The umbrella, and basket are recolorable.

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All Seasons Welcome:

15 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Rugs for $15.

Gems Of The Season Rug:

12 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Rugs for $100.

Inclusive Party Banner:

13 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Paintings for $50.

Scott's Summer Fun Basket:

9 swatches. Recolorable (basket).

Found Under Decor>Misc for $100.

Spires Of Whimsy:

14 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $50.

The Real Square Shady, Umbrella That Is...:

6 swatches. 1 is recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Sculptures for $100.

[bioniczombie]

4t3: Seasonal Decor (Seasons EP)

Here’s my seasonally appropriate gift to start off my advent calendar!

The wall decor is not just Christmas themed. There’s also swatches for other holidays/occasions.

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Boris The Nutcracker Prince:

8 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $100.

Decal-orations:

17 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Wall Decor for $5.

Freezer-Style Festivities:

15 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Wall Decor for $5.

Krack the Crotchety Nutcracker:

3 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $45.

Totally Real Reindeer:

6 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $100.

@katsujiiccfinds @xto3conversionsfinds @matchsim

Thank you! ❤️

[haddonpr]

@houseofpharaohs wearing our brands. 💥💥💥 SEASONS EP | Available on Friday! 📌 Tickets for the Season tour, are out now. “ @djtarget love for having us on @bbc1xtra ⚡️” . #houseofpharaohs #1xtra #djtarget #seasonsep #haddonpr (at BBC Radio 1Xtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxhZPTnD56q/?igshid=1wwwnbr6caizt

[thejournalofjacquejordan-blog]

Winter, 2010

Today was the shortest day of the year.

The sun did not shine for long today. That’s because today is December 21st, 2010. The Winter Solstice. Lunar Eclipse. The air was a sharp, intense cold. I began my day as I normally would. I climbed to the top floor of the cathedral and I stood on the roof to become one with the day. I always do this when I wake up. I feel the vibe of the atmosphere each day. Today’s vibes felt tight, tense, suspenseful. That’s because today is my first day in the public eye since I decided to disappear many years ago. 

On my first day at Schenley High School, I did not know what to expect. I was placed in AP courses so I didn’t see much action. I have quiet classmates. They all do their work, live in the nice part of the city, drive, or get rides home from their parents. I don’t have any of those luxuries as of now. I have myself, and I have my poetry. I don’t really dress like other people here. I wear a black hoodie, black jeans, and a pair of Timberland boots. I also have on a gold watch given to me by my mother, which is what most people are paying attention to. It seems very bright in comparison to everything else that I have on today, so I couldn’t really complain. I made it through the first half of the day, but lunch time would be the real test. I didn’t know anyone here, and I didn’t want to come off as if I was in search of friends. Because I’m not. I’m not here to make friends. 

"Yo! In the black! Come over here!"

I turned around. I saw a large fellow beckoning me in his direction using his hands. He looked as if he hd been held back a few years. Much larger than anyone, everyone in the school.

"What’s your name, blood?"

I pause for a moment. There was something in his voice. A catch. Something about his approach was off. 

"I’m Jacque." "Word, yo I’m Gordon man."

"Okay." I didn’t see why he was trying to introduce himself to me. I hadn’t expressed any interest in meeting anyone since I had walked in the building. 

"You MUST be new. I don’t know if anybody told you, but outside the staff, I’m pretty much the authority around here. If you want to have anything to do with anything in this school, I’m the law you must abide by. That’s a nice-ass watch, my man. Where did you get that?"

"It was a gift," I replied.

"From who?"

"Why does it matter? You won’t be wearing any time soon."

Gordon’s face got serious. Very serious. 

"I don’t think I like you tone of voice, my nigga," the guys surrounding him all got very serious as well, if they stood at attention ready to attack. 

"I didn’t mean anything by that, I just don’t understand why-"

"Listen, Jacque; I call the shots. It’s my turn to speak. You had your turn and you fucked up. Now we can do this the easy way, and you can hand over the watch. Walk away alive. Or we can take it from you after school with blunt force. The choice is yours."

I didn’t want to get into an altercation on my first day in a new school, but I sure wasn’t going to sacrifice my pride for any person nor thing.

"I’m not giving you my watch."

"So you want to do this the hard way."

"No, I want to do it my way."

"I’ll see you after school, pussy."

I walked away, and a student about 100 lbs. lighter than Gordon walked up to me.

"Don’t let that guy get to you man. He’s just crazy."

I looked at this kid with a blank face. He seemed a bit more genuine in his gestures than Gordon.

"I’m Evan. Just call me E. I play on the football team with Gordon. You get used to him after a while."

"I’m Jacque."

"Okay. Hey man, I’m about to get ghost but if you have any questions or anything, holler at me."

"Thanks."

I sat at an empty table at lunch. I had no appetite. 

The second half of the day seemed to blow by, an when the bell rang Gordon ad his friends were right outside of the school waiting for me.

"So I see you decided to be a man about this," he bellowed.

"I’m not here to fight you. I’m going home."

"You aren’t going any-fucking-where until that watch is sitting on my wrist!"

He lunged at me, and I side-stepped his entire body. He charged at me again, this time swinging his fists, and his knuckles connected with my cheek-bone. At which point, the rest of his crew began to attack me. I was in the middle of an all-on-one brawl, reminiscent of the Rodney King incident. Three of them restrained me and Gordon approached me and stripped me of my watch. 

I walked home infuriated. 

Something will be done about this soon.