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She lays beside my soul
Staring up at the stars in immaculate glory
She makes the days complete
And nights serene
She makes the run rise in the sky
And her intellect makes me question why
xo
Nina
A sketch a day. Day 7 ;)
As I sit Listening to Bob Marley
I wonder where my lighter is
And ignore the dirty dishes for now
Laughing at the train bombing video where an artist stops painting…
Dumbfounded at god knows what
I’m kind of cold right now
My landlord shut off my heat to save money
Now he’s paying for my oven to be on for half the day
My album of choice is Exodus
Due to that particular song I read that chapter of the Bible
Just to see where he’s coming from
Just for Bob.
A Taste of Hamburg ;)
Don Rimix (David Sepulveda). San Juan, Puerto Rico/Brooklyn, New York. Graffiti Artist. — Frankie Beane
Don Remix was born and raised in San Juan, Puerto Rico. He moved to Brooklyn in 2009. He is currently Miami, Florida-based–having moved here in 2014 with his family. 2016: Brooklyn, New York: Detail: 2016: Brooklyn, New York: 2015: Art Basel. Miami, Florida: 2015: Spanish Harlem, New York City, NY, USA: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/donrimx/ For those of you […]
GoodnightNina – Slam Poetry Over J Dilla “Are you listening?”
Are you really listening, can you hear the clock ticking?
Time keeps turning weather you stagnant or persisting.
Sun rise; glistening, can you hear the birds singing?
Sight to the blind. Tell me are you really listening?
Every day we wake up; play the rules; It aint a game.
Some win and some lose; and when you lose it aint the same.
You had something to lose but now you got everything to gain.
Start back from the beginning and try this shit again.
Playing by some different rules now; and put it down another way.
No one wants to struggle; but we all wanna’ maintain.
Struggling to survive; wake up and do it all again.
Are you really listening, your heart and what it says?
Would you do your yesterdays today?
If you had the choice; would you have lived it in a different way?
Like… seeing it at another angle;
A better handle
Hands of time around your throat;
We all getting strangled….
I write upon the walls of time, my chisel chipping.
Hieroglyphics of my mind.
Tell me.
Are you listening?
A Pacific salmon hub is under threat — Warrior Publications
by Carl Safina, National Georgraphic Ocean views, April 26, 2016 The Skeena River snakes out of fir-lined fjords on the misty northern coast of British Columbia, and washes over a thousand-acre sandbar. Flora Bank is a biological bottleneck over which millions of finger-length young salmon enter the sea each spring. Scientist Allen Gottesfeld calls Flora […]
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— Simonet – Pure Black & White
Goodnightnina

She told me good night. “I love you”.
Click*
Closing my eyes I ask the universe to take me away
The day is long and I’d like to go now
Wrapping myself in my clouds
Imagining where I am going
Because every time I go to rest; closing my eyes
I am always sent to a new world
Where my father can walk again and I go cliff diving with him
Or I can paint trains in the serene darkness
The world is mapped out; familiar but not so familiar
Subconscious playgrounds
They are so dark and ominous
Or bright.
Luminous.
Light.
Nina




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