Not to worry though, it can all be Art!

And in my regard, matters have improved greatly. So it's not about me right now. It's reflecting on what happened, and even what a group could observe happening to me at my place of work, at least among the operations. As for old-ass racism greeting me with a smile, that's an entirely different story. Still, my focus is articulating to people, who are wanting to know, about some odd and peculiar behaviors, especially in the area I grew up in, that are not lining up, in relation to a particular network's value system. I'm fine at this point. Obviously, I can handle myself just fine, including picking the appropriate forums to communicate. Rather, there are guys, very much of my design, flamboyant, creative (which doesn't work so well with a gay-straight, dichotomy btw), who most, aren't going to be at all prepared to address what takes a while to address, in part involving personal preparation, in part involving time for matters to manifest where a group, not at the surface at all, can trace the interesting behaviors, always with a smile, always the angelic type in the mirror, nicest things to say, kindest intentions, and yet entirely full of shit. Again, it wouldn't be a matter where those who I share in a particular value system, would need to somehow internalize this. For me, it simply needs to stop. That's all. It sucks. I know some of the guys, who were like me, would be around, if certain personalities among these churches were addressed before they starting spinning the intelligence together and gunning. I mean, certain personalities love to play a game of veiled bloodsport. It's cowardly, but when your limp dick needs to "feel" empowered and you are irrational as hell...you buy into that good feeling you have when you gun for someone else's blood, of a design you hate, can't find the reason why, but they are a poor embodiment, and they lack any vantage of playing up to supremacist allure, so you cherry pick the anecdotes, string the matters along into a racialized characterization, stigmatize, and especially with newfound apparatuses among newer networks...you can quickly send the poor dear into their misforutnate event hell...and again other voices, other rooms, "feel good" about the hit job among your fellow bigots, of a diversity, struggling in such a way where the divide sets the permitted killing field, of a dichotomy sandwhich for the one, of a design, you don't like. This one corresponding to the ancient bitch, the ancient of the ancients, if we decide to trace back enough, like past the egyptian pyramids, shhh... I think when matters like this occur as well, words do nothing, of which is a matter discussed among associations of post-modernity, of which I wouldn't say I suffer. Suffering seems to require something foundational to understand. I don't think these matters are foundational at all. I think these are matters that sharpen the focus of the mind, where matters that appear so kind and caring, aren't that at all, and one then understands, to give a damn, there is this responsiblity to trace the design throughly, which isn't an easy feat, and certainly will be met with a series of abraisions, typically delivered in a flippant manner, as one takes what happened that wasn't okay, and light-hearted treats the matter in a way that sweeps everything under a beautiful visual...which in good times, a certain group, in power, will not allow that at all. Matters, such as this, are to be at issue and light-heartedness, along with plays that intend on removing the dimensions of context, in good times, would indicate more layers of what is at issue, and the angels in the mirror at play, in relation to the bloodsport of these local poor dears, who seem so humorous to a variety minds, even those who like to play the gay-straight dichotomy, and yet minds of process vs minds of embodiment, that would be among both gay and straight, so we use a dichotomy in the mirror, clean-cut, nothing in-between to contextualize, no acknowledgement of dichotomy sandwiches...and all these misfortunate events just keep happening...and no one has yet to figure the matter out. No families in Europe, Canada, anywhere? I mean when it's this easy to veil the killing...live from the TV screen, more if it bleeds it leads...just for you...the apathetic angel in the mirror....and our little smiling devils out and about for the candlelight vigil, aka too little too late, and that is completely okay...And I mean for anyone to even attempt to speak up on these matters...well she's to be a disturbance...shhh...under the rug...quick get junior for opportunity to lessen the blow of such a poor, poor, bleeding heart dear. Sure thing, it can all be art! I mean, for such an event, yes the response would require residence among determinate space...and we all know what that means...she's missing that deeper calling among indeterminate space...as for what happened...under the rug. To live in America! Calico Cat of love gunned down among the KKK-Uncle Tom the strggle is real...Dial up Kara Walker...It's not like the south is absent of certain minds desiring rigors of process...but that's right, it's the south, body-to-body, struggling for peace, struggling for humanity, help them run the hit list today, shhh....It's so sad what's happening...get your candles today and join in on tonights live segment, ancient bitch gone mad and devils with angel wings in the mirror on site to give thoughs and prayers...again, after the fact, SMILE.