August 22, 2014
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August 20, 2014

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August 14, 2014
A Cop is Just a Stranger with a Gun | Charles Ray Hastings Jr.

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As we are taught with our pledge of allegiance, our pledge to our national identity and sacred oath to mind our manners and lay our wrists upon the line that American freedom and world freedom are cut in two, joining the police force is a noble career. It’s all lumped in early like that to keep us obedient and obedience is key to an oligarchy, which America certainly is. I shed a good bit of American guilt and obedience after a few years of loose living and lots of reading. I can tear away from those ideas at this point. Be objective to the idea of a police force. I can acknowledge the truth of its shitty roots to its tree tops which seem to keep the sky from collapsing.

They prowl the streets with an authority that’s unquestioned by your average citizen. Held in high regard in most economically stable communities. When there’s a hint of unrest, they begin to crack down with force. Hence the term “force” being a part of their social identity. Good or bad; they are the local, on the street, hands of justice. Necessary pillars of the community. Here to protect and serve. But as I’ve known them and as a lot of American citizens have known them, they are pillars to a strange prison called The American Dream. A thing we pay to see projected into our living rooms, bedrooms, kitchens, and places of leisure and folly. We see it in adverts, entertainment, while sitting in pews, at desks in school, and most every stitch of our daily existence. It’s the great promise of a nation of millionaires. A nation where the cops work with and for you. That big ole dream where if you work hard enough, reward is inevitable, and not that shitty type of reward, The prize is in the puddle of sweat at your feet.

In theory, work leads to the good freedom. The top shelf freedom. The Macallan ‘24 of freedom. Freedom that lets you walk up to a cop at night without shouting out you’re unarmed. Freedom that lets you step out of a vehicle without bullets riddling your body. The freedom to question. The freedom to speak, protest, allow free press, and protect ourselves from the corruption of humanity’s darkness; violence, greed, and tyranny. But as with the whole bag of ideas that our society is based upon, we’re taught to not obstruct justice. Shit part of that is; justice is subjective and the justice a lot of cops are seeking is an obstruction to our freedom.

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July 1, 2014
wish i could say this to way too many people but Im too afraid

wish i could say this to way too many people but Im too afraid

June 30, 2014

I got test presses for my friends band Wicked Pretty stoked on putting i tout !!!

June 16, 2014

This Codependency is joyfully Tongue and Cheek and blinding like the brightest fluorescence, to have and to hold is right but feels like an act of acquiescence.

June 12, 2014
my new song!!!

https://soundcloud.com/chex-joseph/empires

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June 9, 2014

covnterpartx:

chlorodream:

lady-of-redemption:

He did it. He actually managed to describe how it feels to live with depression and suicidal tendencies.

this is really, really important

okay this hit hard on the feels

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June 5, 2014

Ive always been open to dating anyone but this is a good read. I dont agree with alot of it but i have experienced some of it.

http://gawker.com/the-reality-of-dating-white-women-when-youre-black-1585401039

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June 3, 2014

bellamyblaked:

ancient aliens should be renamed “white people will believe in literally anything except the possibility of intelligent ancient poc cultures.”

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