Hello, my name is Spectre, and I am here with a message. For those of you who have lost yourself, for those of you who think you are forever gone, for those of you who feel like what you want is impossible, I am living proof that you are wrong. You can become who you want to be, even if you don't know who that is. Just never give up. My blog is focused on the roots it started on, steampunk, horror, and the surreal, but as my life developed, things like herbalism, human equality, unorthodox medicine, my own writings, and music all started to slip in. As per when I write this, these will become part of my blog, because this is MY blog, and I can run it as I please. I hope you enjoy, and if you wish to know more about how I found who I am, check the "about me" page. Thank you for visiting.
Malcolm X On how media used to paint the picture that the Black community 99% criminal.
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“The negro community is the most heavily patrolled—it has more police in it than any other neighborhood. Yet it has more crime in it than any other neighborhood. How can you have more cops and more crime…shows you that the cops must be in cahoots with the criminal” - Malcolm X, 1954
Death lets you live on only in a legacy. That legacy is what you chose to live by. Living by nothing, means dying by nothing. Exist for what you dream, and one day your dreams could influence someone elses, no matter what it is.
today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.
Do you guys think we could ever live in a world without any crime? In high school, I had this discussion with my sociology teacher, and one theory was no, we can’t. Even if we had a world without murder, rape, and all that, the definition of crime itself would change in the hypothetical community. So perhaps something like dropping plates will have as much penalty as murder. And by this theory, a Utopian community can never exist.
More fun facts about ancient Celtic marriage laws: There were no laws against interclass or interracial marriage, no laws against open homosexual relationships (although they weren’t considered ‘marriages’ since the definition of a marriage was ‘couple with child’), no requirement for women to take their husband’s names or give up their property, but comedians couldn’t get married