Pissed Off

Pissed Off


The Criminal Injustice System

What follows is an epic digital design laying out some concrete statistics about police brutality and police violating people’s rights. If you feel concerned about having gangs of rapid people walking our streets with guns and tasers and batons and badges, click read more and check this out. (more…)

Education or Incarceration?

Education or Incarceration?

Perpetual Change

Humans have not designed a perpetual motion machine, but life can feel like just that. It’s moving quick while making breakfast to reading emails before bed. Sometimes I find it almost impossible to be still. Being in a state of post-grad transition has only amplified this tendency of mine.

My grandma always manages to drop truth on me in the most casual way. She came up to me this weekend and said “You know sweetie, change is an interesting thing because when its happening it feels like you have no idea what’s going on.” Damn grandma, how do you do it? Read the rest of this entry

For My Love

                 i want to remind us
         of our ability
                      to come to a cliff’s edge
                                                                 and hold each other close
            parachutes when fall foretells death
                   we are our saviors

First Type

It was my first day sitting around with my typewriter today passing out poems. I am planning to sit with a sign that says: “your poem, your price” eventually. People name a subject and a price, then I write. I feel obliged to refine my skills at impromptu quick poems before I set up shop, so today I sat with a sign that read “FREE POEMS” at Dolores Park. Read the rest of this entry

Muerte Las Vegas

The glitz, the glamor, the spectacle. All that the pinnacle of capitalist consumption has to offer, Donald Trump and Hunter S. Thompson madness, surreal visions of indulgence amplified rabid intoxication in windowless foretresses. In the middle of the desert: take an hour shower in your suite, jump in the pool, play golf on green grass.

American empire exemplified: Cesear’s Palace and Luxor Pyramid. Monuments of this society, a temple of consumption, marble plated wood and debt driven excess. What recession?  Read the rest of this entry

A Guide to Being a Reverse Racist

An amazing post from the blog Black Girl Dangerous written by A.D. Song and Mia McKenzie. Check out their blog: blackgirldanerous.tumblr.com

How to Be a Reverse-Racist: A Step by Step List for Oppressing White People

White people who are confronted with their white privilege and the white supremacist acts they perpetuate have been known to cry, “You’re being a reverse-racist!” That is completely true: people of color have the power and control to create, perpetuate, and maintain brutal systematic reverse-racism that oppresses white people every day.  As such, we have created this handy list on how to continue this oppression.

1. Enslave their bodies.

Ship them from Germany, Sweden, and other exotic countries. Force them to build entire cities, roads, bridges. Force them to plant and harvest all the food everyone eats. Read the rest of this entry

The Surface Area of SF

It’s Tuesday morning and I am weaving my way through Emeryville on my way The Mission District. I bike pass Best Buy after Target after Starbucks after Old Navy and I think of Orange County. I ride on a street named Shellmounds built on burial grounds of Ohlone tribes who ceremonially consecrated the death of ancestors by burying them in shells. European settlers genocide executed most Ohlone people, California state government paid $2 per indigenous ear and $5 per indigenous scalp, and constructed corporate shopping malls on their graveyards. Don’t worry though Bay Area Liberals, EVille named a street after the first people’s sacred shellmounds, so go buy a headdress and a pack of American Spirits to shamelessly fuel the next phase of colonization: cultural genocide. Read the rest of this entry

First Web Word

Greetings Interwebz,

This is the start beginning take-off initiation. It’s past 3 in the morning, I am surrounded by an orange-colored room in Santa Cruz. These are my favorite hours, hours of stillness and quiet when the microwaves cease to buzz sound carries so easy in this clarity. My love sands rough edges of flexible wood to smooth the cover of her book, on the Cusp in the midst of the orbits cycles of moon and sun. Her collaborator transfers ink to paper 21st century digital translation of ancient intaglio, wordsmith working images through time. Audio visual transmissions: eyes and ears and ethernet Read the rest of this entry