"Blackness is everything" "Black pain" "We cannot breathe" Like twinsavers you'll forget us not, Better than McDonald you'll love it. Us, like Nike are just doing it.
Our imagination is the hard work of making your personal oppression your professional life, Working on weekends No sick days no leave Constant oppression, overwriting the files of your oppression Overwriting and overwriting Rewriting and coding Yourself like a machine, Committing knowledge suicide for a regeneration
The black imagination is omni [present], It is the convergence of all existence based on the experience of blackness : In a system that does not recognize its existence. The black imagination is the mind, body and the spirit in conversation with nature - Mother Nature The black imagination is saying I am and I exist, when the existence of blackness has been made foreign on the Mother land. Cyclical - Imagine the existence that is in perfect synchrony with cycle of life and the seasons.
Like the cycle of life, the imagination is processing existence. It is processing existence using the mind, body and soul. The black imagination is understanding the histories of this earth by listening to the calls of Mother Nature and by existing in her spirit. At the intersection of mind and intuition, the black imagination transcends spatial- temporal understanding. It is not past, present nor future. The black imagination is saying I am and I exist outside of spatial-temporal understanding.
The Black Imagined[Nation] is omni[potent] ¡All-Present! Alive -> But constricted, by colonised cages; columns + pages. We are here to tear & Tear. With no fear. To rip apart these frames and pages, With the fury of black rages. Unleashed. The Black Imagined[Nation]
I've heard stories about you. About how you were slaughtered and poked until you forgot yourself. I know they butchered you, chewed all your narratives and spit you to the ground that you once professed as your own. But, Black imagination you are omnipotent. You are a cluster of narratives that travel without restrictions, surpassing the countless borders of the mind, dancing as they swiftly roll down; as though one wants to outshine the other.
The black imagination is everything my imagination takes me speeding down dark roads it's windows are open and it gets cold it gets very cold ￼ my imagination finds beaches and galaxies it climbs to the tips of my brain, and rests there just for the view from here I sometimes fall and even in my imagination, it hurts my imagination gets me into trouble the visions it plants in my mind are tricky to ignore because they seem to contrast so starkly with their visions, their imaginations of boredom, of grey, of dull