Black Woman

Why don’t black men date/marry more black women? Why are black men marrying white women at a rate of 32% in California? And why won’t black women branch of into dating other races as willingly as their male counterparts? The subject came up on Facebook and got pretty intense. I felt everybody needs to hear what I said about it.

Black women are goddesses. And I really can’t see why a black man would want anything less. Yes I said less. Black women have been raped, devalued, and neglected as a whole since the first slave ship crossed the Atlantic. And the black men who were their kings and princes have consistently rewarded their loyalty with more neglect and indifference. The strength it must take to watch your husbands, fathers, brothers, and sons humiliated and stripped of their glory and still see the god that dwells in them; still give their life for that man’s seed after he leaves her for a lighter, more “beautiful” woman.

Welcome to Heartbreak

*disclaimer: the following is a lie. a short story. an untruth.

Download: kanyewest-badnews.mp3?975.280401273189

Bad News by Kanye West [808\'s & Heartbreak]

A heavy heart makes every breath a feat of Olympian proportions. Nervous and tense, his muscles have decided consistent operation is no longer a priority. His mind wanders in cold, barren fields covered in snow as mortars blast holes into the ground surrounding me, until he stands on the porous  face of a dead earth, alone and covered in mud. His gut wrenches. His throat closes. It’s hard to see past his out stretched arms, the haze of a million deaths hide the destruction his words have brought to this once beautiful landscape.

He broke her heart. He brought down her walls. He slipped past her guard. She opened herself to him. Trusted him. And he told her she was beautiful. He told her she was special. He told her she deserved happiness, and that settling for anything less would be a sin. She told him she loved him. He responded with something similar. Their love was not the same. She loved with all her heart. He could not.

When two people decide to love, their lives join and walk together on a common path. Sometimes, it’s easy to walk together: you both have common destinations, or simply like taking the same routes. It’s hard to say when he realized they weren’t headed down the same path, but once he knew, he could only think of the pain that would come to them both when they would part ways. So he made a move- a dumb move.  A move that, although made in good intentions, would only amplify her pain.

He told her what was still true. He reminder her of her value. “You’re beautiful. You’re strong. Don’t ever let anyone tell you any different. I’ll keep telling you until you believe it.” And he didn’t lie. But he didn’t tell her the truth either. The truth was that he was not the man she thought he was. He had changed.

She knows now. She knows he love another. And now the words he had hoped would bring light to her once dark world, now bring pain and anguish; a reminder that she felt comfortable in the arms of the man who betrayed her.

Heartbreak is not a new condition for him. But today, it takes on a whole new feeling. It squeezes in around him and sucks the life from his cheeks. It weighs heavy on his heart and takes its toll on his expression. This is the other side of the coin. This is what Heartbreak feels like for the villain.

How To Make It In America [HBO]

With an east-coast Entourage feel, this new series on HBO about 2 guys making names for themselves is looking like solid gold. And HBO is being “super-legit” [that's a Chazi term] about the first episode, airing it in its entirety through Youtube a week before it airs on Feb. 14th. Thanks for the freebe HBO. This series might turn out to be my next big crush.

Timelapse Painting Yeah – Pat Perry

Lets pretend i’ve been posting regularly and that i haven’t missed a beat at all.

i came across this video while checking my Society6 studio earlier tonight [new sketches to be uploaded soon]. i love the uses of primary colors. check it out. and support Pat Perry.

Smooth

Simply because I can…

F[Your]L

Most of us all know what it feels like to mess up. We’ve all made a decision, at least once, that, once final, is immediately recognized as a life changing mistake. Had you come to that realization maybe 3 hours earlier, the story would be different. It would be a story you tell at BBQ’s with friends or family dinners. Instead, you went ahead and made a fool of yourself. Half the time, you can take solace in the fact that you were the only fool, however lonely that may feel. Sure it was a stupid mistake, but no one was hurt in the process.

There are, however, instances in which the innocent are the victims- and it was your mistake that brought them suffering. I have made one such mistake. Not my first of this kind, but certainly of the largest scale, by far. How I wish I could take this burden from them. After all, the bottom line remains clear: I brought them into this mess. Of course reason would say that they had a choice too; that, although it was at my urging, they made a costly mistake as well. But I cannot escape the bare truth: it was I that lead them to disaster.

How does one resolve such a situation? When you have completely changed the landscape of someones future, and you are powerless to fix it, how do you make amends? Words don’t rebuild lives.

Coldplay – Strawberry Swing | Video

this blew my mind. animated video done entirely in sidewalk chalk on a street. wow. talk about patience.