Title: #1 With a Bullet
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Blog Entry: Where body mass is valued as its equivalent in gold. Where soul and body are contrasted as different parts of the same whole. Where urban centers produce algorithms of dissonance which seperate body and soul; metronomes tick in the hears of children beating melodramatic rythums of poverty. Dionysis sells stardust on street corners encouraging children to pursue prosperity. Vulgarity is stenciled into sidewalks where cheap shots are rattled off with unnerving velocity. C.R.I.P.s, thugs, gangstas, bloods spray trivial claims about territiory. Ghetto music plays rat-a-tat-tat to the beat of gangsta' rap while children play in streets with bullet casings. Those childrens homes are dilapidated coffins where their parents smoke stardust and dreams sleep eternally. So it must be that they weep behind closed minds where gold chains symbolize the struggle to make a profit or die. Where diamonds ensure that their brothers and sisters are forever shackled to slave ships. Where each page ripped from history outlines struggles that words could never define. Where ineffable atrocities are imprinted genetically on hearts and minds that see stars, but are blind to the glass ceiling. Where territory means who can sell what on which streets. Where the C in C.R.I.P no longer stands for community; that's where culture stays written on HIT LISTS.
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