everytime there is an murder of a black man by police I start to feel what I can only describe as a nearly unbearable palpable weight of hostile loneliness congealed frigid smelling of decay and mildew infested by peppercorn polka dots of super dense black holes that are actually the annihilation in death attendant from suffocating on black mold.
my black/irish/Indonesian life sho matter
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I am just a person doing the next most right thing in front of me. I am a part of an international Christian community that is interreligious and ecumenical. I work with managing our communities social media, assist in community development and leverage opportunities for personal enrichment for members of the community. This blog is an opportunity to experience what otherwise might be inexplicable. . View all posts by danmhenryU