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fo’ all yew crackas up in heah

brace yourselves: i feel a rant coming on someday very very soon, and it’s gonna be about the sorry-assed state of social relations, especially with regards to race, and maybe also sexuality. and i’m going to use some pretty harsh language in spots, too.

i’m too spent to do it just now, though.

America, the ever-lovin’ melting pot. well, maybe someday.

for now, just read some Amiri Baraka, who i credit as having the world’s absolute best poem title ever (“Preface to a Twenty-Volume Suicide Note”), as well as being just an all-around amazing man and poet.

By jae

jae lethe (he/she/they) is a blogger, musician, artist, poet, web developer/designer, armchair philosophizer, teller of tales, and gadabout. Also, something he calls a "behavioral artist." (Not sure.) She has plans. BIG plans.

Among the things that he has done for a laugh are minor fractures, cuts, scrapes, and various scabs. Though she's quick to point out that they're no imbecile, we're fairly certain that he thinks the word means some kind of medieval pharmacist.

This is her latest home on teh internets - where jae stores their swear words, when they're not hurling them at the sun in vain.