spiritual_gangster
unhinged hip_hop yoga

it's perfect
i need one of their shirts
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daf I've been working on making my own silkscreens. It's not as hard as you'd think.

http://community.livejournal.com/craftgrrl/3674467.html?thread=32232291
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unhinged lodro_rinzler
ethan_nichtern
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in a silent way the spiritual gangster's currency is karma. when they collect on the debts owed to them, they bruise souls instead of breaking legs. they don't carry weapons. but they carry a lot of weight. 130612
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unhinged the_fine_line



sometimes, when you see what you want you just have to take it

karma_is_my_lamp
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unhinged 'never confuse a love warrior and a freedom fighter with a polished professional. most polished professionals fetishize smartness and end up being well adjusted to injustice and well adapted to indifference' - cornel west 180529
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unhinged 'before i was seven years old i had already beat up two teachers and i'm not proud of that. but it's just another way of saying i was a gangster before i met jesus and now i'm a redeemed sinner with gangster memories and proclivities.' - cornel west

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwPCJ9WpH7E
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unhinged she was stretched out like a cat before him as he fucked her from behind and the tattoo covering most of her back glared at him. her skeleton buddha had otherwise authentic iconography and his mother and his childhood crowded in on great_sex he was having. his eyes subconsciously flicked over to his nightstand where his buddha statue and pocket copy of the dhammapada lay close to the bed for easy access. the odd replacement of a skeleton for the buddha on her back started to stir up indignation. her musical moaning distracted him back to the task at hand.

he pulled her hips closer to him, 'turn over'. soon the offending tattoo was replaced with her smile. his focus returned to the singular point in front of him. bliss washed over him soon after melting away any lingering distaste. his heart connected orgasm to samadhi. her tantric tendencies interlocked with his conservative ones. that moment would flash before his eyes during every following orgasm.
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unhinged i went into the hood
youngstown
with my heart lamp shining

i came out
safe_and_sound

every time
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dafremen The ghetto remains one of the few place where I feel appreciated for who I am. They say orphans and widows enjoy special protection from the universe.

This life has given me no reason to doubt that.

Around here, much of the ghetto is covered with grass and some lots are filled with neighborhood gardens. We've started spotting wildlife where neighborhoods once thrived.

Did we come to the cities to re-establish what we'd always had out in the country? Did we buy a bill of goods that left us in the middle of concrete and devastation, while the factory owners, who coaxed us out of the country in the first place, sit fat and full of themselves somewhere where our farms used to be?

What a waste. What a con job.
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