Assembled bugs on an illustrated title page. The population of an old pear-tree. 1870.
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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we're not kids anymore.
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Assembled bugs on an illustrated title page. The population of an old pear-tree. 1870.
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The idea of listening to no black music is bizarre to me. Even if it's not rap like no earth wind and fire? No reggae? No moonstomp? No ska? No classic jazz? No R and B? No disco??? No skindred? No jungle? No even like metal bands with a few black members? No gospel? Not even stuff like alors en dance? No blues music? No mo town? No jazz of any kind? No big band? No soul music? Not even a little James Brown?
not even yola or tanner adell or brittney spencer or tracy chapman or india.arie or chapel hart or the carolina chocolate drops or rhiannon giddens????
Or…
Hemlocke Springs (alt rock/new wave revival),
the Noisettes (indie),
Skunk Anansie (hard rock/metal),
Tamar Kali (rock/punk),
Valerie June (country/blues),
Santigold (indie),
Bloc Party (post punk revival/indie rock),
O Children (goth),
Lord Scary Black (goth),
Cemetery Sex (death rock)
a few more artists i love:
deepincision (heavy metal)
zulu (metal)
black pantera (rock, metal)
winter wolf (punk, metal)
erzulie (punk, rock)
youth man (punk)
the 1865 (punk)
crystal axis (punk)
pleasure venom (post-punk/hard rock)
the rack (they describe their sound as “hard pop rock”, blends punk vocals and rock)
danny denial (indie punk/rock, queer)
gloom east (alt/indie rock, moody pop blend)
big joanie (synth punk + some more melodic, blues-like tones)
madame st beatrice (gothic, moody and melodic)
shadow age (goth)
saccharin (goth)
the ire (goth, punk)
bastet (goth punk)
here’s a playlist with a good mix of the above genres + some alt & indie from Black artists
Being like. Post-suicidal is so strange. Like hiiiii everybody im new I spent a good chunk of my life languishing and have like 3 or 4 lived experiences. But now I'm ready to fuck and party or whatever. Can we be friends. Im so happy to be here. Can we be friends

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'Night Hunter' by Vitali Skvorkin.
(no beers in) I lack a lot of the traits people typically define as human and on occasion it haunts me

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Jannik Hösel (German, 1998) - Semele (2025)
Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.
From the classic audio files: ad for the Pioneer PL-71 turntable - 1975.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf
daily affirmations
whoever annoys me will die
I am perfect
I am capable of killing people with my mind

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Happy indigenous peoples day!
i see a lot of art filled with plants, like, in the american art scene there seems to be a kind of general movement towards and appreciation of ruined structures being overtaken by nature. offices full of dead computers and leaves. walls with ivy. old factories crawling with new growth. a symbol of degrowth, of new futures that devour and reject colonial modernism, of a refutation of the tyranny over land. it's a nice sentiment.
but consistently im noticing something odd, which is that over and over the plants depicted in art are very familiar -- they're houseplants. pothos. monstera. calathea. zamioculcas. plants growing in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong climate, a mishmash of unrelated folks with far-flung origins symbolizing "natural" retaking of the modern world.
plants, specifically, that are directly tied to the legacy of colonialism. from northern africa. from southern america. from india. plants that were collected as curios during periods of direct imperialism. plants kept as trophies, plants sold at high prices. plants that are "exotic". that are beautiful. that are high-value. plants whose people got no payment for their capture.
they're the plants people in american colonial territory, who lack access to native plant community, see most often -- that is, other than "weeds". and so when these artists reach for the pure idea of plant, the concept of nature, these plants are their only blueprint. dragging with them all of the baggage of hundreds of years of empire.
it's incredible how much this changes the messaging of the image. dreams of ecological participation stained with a creeping theme of alienation from their native biosphere. the thumbprint of colonialism, clear as day. a hopeful vision of the future, kneecapped by its own symbology. hundreds of individual artists so alienated from their own ecosystems that even their fantasy of participation with nature is inextricable from colonialist trophies. trying to imagine reclaiming the world.