“The precise mechanism through which this medicine works on the brain is not fully known”
Oh, good, it’s not like I’ve been taking this medicine for 12 years
There’s off label use and then there’s this
The internet was a mistake
The ghost note bene.
Must remind @blkreparations.bsky.social to resend me that documentary about retired German women at the coast and their young Kenyan companions.
Ja Kisumo has popped in for a bit
I’m the last born and I know I’m not guaranteed to outlive them all, but I dread the thought of it
The art of losing *is* hard to muster
Where to even begin lol
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The anacrusis of Blackness, our open secret
Classical Econ is a joke
Sleep is another country
It’s because of this thought sometimes I get to thinking: that one time I fucked really good; I’ll probably never fuck that good again. That was my one great hit/fuck
What year was that? 2008?
I fucked really good once in 2008, y’all
It’s been Ibid. ever since
Tazz, sometimes I wonder if most artists only have one transformative work in them
One book
One album
That one painting
It’s a silly thought, but almost every artist I love: this seems to bare out a lot
People make fun of one hit wonders and I’m just there thinking: we’re all one hit wonders
Blackness for a while now
Listening for my name
Listening for our names
And sometimes someone yells our name in registers that precede sound
The anacrusis of Blackness, our secret
muthafuckin country been treating our elders terrible since they been in the womb
And then it stays maladaptive throughout their lives
It can’t explain away the hurt we feel, though, when we’re not told why certain things happened the way they did
I’ve been wrestling with the inheritance that is
I’m listening to a book on shame and it has me wondering if some of this boils down to deep shame
What I’m learning is being treated poorly creates shame in children/people
And most of us fight really hard to keep that shame at bay
So we never get to talk about things that run deep
And this
UMBRA LEVEL SHADE HAS BEEN THROWN
with the same that comes from surviving when survival was actually impossible
From Kenya to here and other Black Diasporas, I remain befuddled with this silence
The ghost they locked and threw away the key and they don’t believe us every time we tell them we see the ghost regularly out and about
I’m sorry, that sounds like a lot
Like you, I keep finding huge family secrets every few months
The part that’s understandable is that our people had to do crazy things to survive
The part that’s not understandable is the silence draped over everything
I said the other day we have to contend
WAS THE DIVORCE EVEN OVER?
Sorry for yelling
Too many people confuse avarice for passion
And now you’re looking at your hand like NBA players do running back to defense after shooting a 30-foot three with a hand in their face
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780K people on here following someone who was a Republican till 2020 😂
Been done with him since before The Beer Summit™️
I’ve been done with this man for a while. This is the nail on the coffin
current.fas.harvard.edu/stories/henr...
Same role I play in my family
Sometimes, as now, the fog of medicine becomes more immediate but in a way you’re not sure if it’s settling or dissipating
And you find these memories you have or memories that have you—that’s not the same thing apparently, I’m finding out
Ampun’Allah