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    Bald-Faced Lies Told With An Honest Heart On The Verge Of Utter And Complete Heartbreak

    Beauty makes us a promise it can’t ever deliver. A promise of complete salvation. If/when attained completely, it promises to save us from not just the world’s but our own negative views about ourselves. But it’s not just beauty that does this. The notions of wisdom, goodness, strength, and abundance also make us promises of unshackling that they can’t ever deliver on. Even our dreams promise us that they’ll absolutely save us from the world and ourselves. This is one of the things that’s always confused me about being human. That, although the truth will set us free, at our core, we very much like our impossible promises of total…

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    Straight, Black, Male… Fighting?

    I never really got why there aren’t more straight black men fighting for feminist or LGBTQ+ issues. And vice versa, I never got why anyone part of the LGBTQ+ or feminist movements would choose not to fight against racism. I mean, almost globally, a woman going to her job’s HR department to speak out about the sexual harassment she’s facing looks very similar to a dark-skinned man going to their local government to speak out about police harassment. I mean, even if the person they’ll both be talking to looks exactly like them, both walk forward realizing that the overall system has a vested interested in keeping things quiet, and…

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    #GloryChildFlow

    A lot of people think that because I’m one of the nicest and happiest people they’ve generally run across in real life that I am in essence kind-hearted. I’m not, really. Life is war, and I’m not in any way better than the next person over; I’m just a rebel. A renegade. A defector. A deserter. I was born in genuine wartime, in genocide, I’ve got scars as old and as deep as me, there’s no way I can be the common definition of “kind.” I’m kind simply because I’m a rebel who sticks to his principles. See, unconditional love is the only way I know how to give society,…

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    The Simple Mathematics Of Hate

    Sometimes you get on people’s bad sides permanently just because you’re not what they expected you to be. Because you’re more than anything that can be simply summed up. Simple mathematics, consciously or subconsciously, they hate being wrong. And your very being, your very presence, is a constant reminder of that. #Hahaha#LikeThereAreRulesToThisGame#KeepOnKeepingOn #ForwardAlways

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    This Had To Be Written

    I don’t really do deep, honest, heartfelt conversations. They rarely happen in “real” life. Especially when people ask for them. In almost all occasions people in a conversation are testing each other. On their knowledge, morality, successes, failures, &c.. Conversations are a battle-field in which the general mindset of both sides is, “What can you do for me?” And that mindset isn’t wrong, the world is a harsh place and ain’t none of us got time for anything but our lives and the people in it. The battle-field is necessary. I’ve found that people are only ever truly honest when they’re alone by themselves. This is why I write and…

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    My Religion Or Science?

    You don’t have to pick between religion or science. There’s a difference between a religious education and a scientific one. One lets you navigate the world, and one lets you understand it. Navigate life’s seas by the compass—religion—you deem best for yourself. You can even choose to sail without a compass. It’s up to you. But it’s always helpful to know why the sea’s acting the way it is. It’ll take you a lot longer to understand why the sea—life—is acting the way it is than it will for you to understand how to navigate it. In fact, you’ll never truly understand it. So I suppose it all comes down…

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    How Being Black In Canada Differs From Being Black In The US

    *Born in Rwanda, flew to Los Angeles, grew up in Texas, Georgia, and very very briefly New York, before I moved to Toronto, Canada to become a proud citizen. Being black in the US more or less means that you’re African-American. And being black in Canada means that you’re just another immigrant, like everyone else in Canada. If you’re black in the US there’s a general feeling of camaraderie against a common foe. Some attribute this to African-Americans not knowing where in Africa they’re truly from. And so you get this mish-mashed group of dark-skinned peoples banding together for a common cause like orphans realizing that you can make a…

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    You Can’t Trust Everything You Hear, Everything You See, And You

    Kinda fascinating how all new forms of mass-communication seem to be quickly followed by the distrust of that form of communication. Not so because we as people distrust the form of communication itself, but because we distrust the common everyday person using it. With the invention of language came along the thought, then the saying, then the life lesson, “You can’t trust everything you hear.” You can’t trust everything you hear not because you can’t trust what you’re hearing, but because you can’t always trust who’s editing the form of communication, language, to pass along false information. You can’t trust words blindly because people can easily make-up false words with…

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    A Negative Consequence of World Peace

    The moment we’re born we intellectually absorb the world around us. We have no choice but to. We learn our nation’s languages, we’re indoctrinated into our parents’ religions, we dress like our friends, think like our teachers, and go about our day like the people around us. Everything we do is derivative. Thus the question arises, where on Earth can originality be found? The answer’s simple – originality can be found in environments uninfluenced by ordinary thinking. And originality can be found in people who’ve been raised on ideas different from everyone else’s. Originality hinges not on what it is, but on what it’s not – it’s not like everything…