‘There’s an urgency that our young people need to be heard,’ says protester inside Vancouver’s INAC office By Wawmeesh G. Hamilton, CBC News, April 22, 2016 A group of women and children have been occupying the Indigenous and Northern Affairs Canada office in Vancouver since Monday, April 18. Jerilyn Webster, who is Nuxalk and Onodaga and […]
via Vancouver #OccupyINAC group vows to stay until demands met — Warrior Publications
To be free, in the worldly and the spiritual sense, it is essential to accept full responsibility for our thoughts, words, and deeds; recognize that it is impossible to avoid the consequences of our previous acts; and establish the necessary causes for our happiness. Subordination to others —no matter how good and saintly they may […]
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Yesterday we here at London Calling Blog were fortunate enough to find Street Artist Dan Kitchener at work on his latest piece in Shoreditch. Setting to rework a spot that previously hosted one of his ‘Liquid Lights’ pieces for the last year, Dank set to create this beautiful work entitled ‘Butterfly’ based on one his geisha paintings […]
via New Dan Kitchener Street Art ‘Butterfly’ In Shoreditch — London Calling Blog
Eyes glued to screens. Fingers fastened to keys. Characters are not novel, just 140 long. Nightly news! Death’s script flung from monotone lips. The hour skit a regurgitation of third world shit. First world filter cleans so we can swallow. Popcorn that is… Crunch! Buttered morsels dissolve. Fingers greased with privilege. Eat, tweet, repeat. Screens smeared […]
Lyrics:
Dreams….
I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing down rivers and streams, painting infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so the vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. Gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to, take off better than Peter pan. But the tricky part is always the land.
My dreams got music so I wake up singing love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of or use it
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Cali and Dubai put together. Damn my subconcious got its shit together.
Nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been a horror flick since I was a kid.
But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.
I dream every night; its deep.
Every.
Single.
Night.
I get lost in pitch black Like I’m Trippin on LSD
Painting pictures I can never “see” , clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.
But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.
How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,
Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.
What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?
I turn the light on.
I got the light, write before it’s gone.
Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.
-Nina
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