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Considering the Tik Tok ban, a few facts that are crucial things and have been overlooked, as in literally erased from the narrative. The CEO of Tik Tok (who is owned by a Chinese company, ByteDance) is a Singaporian business man named Shou Zi Chew. And yes, Tik Tok is owned by a Chinese company. It's been owned by a Chinese company since its inception. Because, why would Tik Tok be considered a threat (if not for sinophobia and accusations of China spying through the app ?) And that's why Trump justified his first attempt to ban Tik Tok...using security concerns as an argument. Make of all of this what you will.

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YOU'RE A BIT TALKER

BABY THAT

DON'T MEAN NOTHIN'

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Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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Dance writes this pull and push into the air and onto the ground and all over the skin of the earth and flesh that form the city.

from Black and Blur by Fred Moten

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I wrote a patrons-only duplex, which is a poetic form created by Black gay poet Jericho Brown. This poem was an exploration of and a vivid reaction to the following phrase:

"Ontological terror is a legal strategy designed to place freedom in an indefinite future, but a future that will never arrive."

from Ontological Terror: Blackness, Nihilism, and Emancipation by Calvin L. Warren (Hence the title).

The gif above best visually describe the duplex. Here are some excerpts to whet your appetite:

Unrecognizable flesh dabs into the cottony bed; the marrow keeps from racked fingers.

Through a series of mechanical gestures, a ponytail, pulled to slicked back meat.

and

Somewhat of a foggy thigh: a performance like dust against a ruptured note.

For the children, an orchid; a crackled skin to sweep. There was no bird to grip.

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I am typing this from a hospital room. I now am recovering from lung infection from subnutrition (in the midst of yet another pandemic), still have 0,95% less severe OCD, is assaulted by hallucinations, have a pained digestive system, and regularly experience fatigue and coughs. I need help. Bad.

Once again, I got lung infection from subnutrition which means I need regular, consistent money for food, but I also need it for clothing, storage items, toiletry. This knowing my Mom uses my money without my consent. I am completely dependent on the help of others, which is something extremely painful to admit, but unwittingly concrete.

Pp: ccd4t@virginia.edu

K0fi

In which I ask for the lettuce to built my life up

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WE DROPPIN'

BODIES BITCH

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Hi, guys. This is my friend Anas Ayesh. He's a Palestinian med student who through a scholarship offered by the Venezuelan state got to study some semesters in the country. He returned to visit his family little before October 7th of last year and has been trapped in there since.

He's not well. He's ill and he suspects he's dealing with stomach ulcers. He needs you guys' help as soon as possible.

I've personally talked to him for a while now and he's such a great, intelligent and kind guy. Please help him as much as you're able to!

€2,980/€25,000

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The paradise of the unfinished community, beloved in the way its loves its flesh, damned in the way that only flesh is damned, is the paradise of the informal. Paradise is form's emergence in experimental exercise, in disruptive practice, when we greet each other in exhaustion, our limited subshine in prayerful agreement, in "the incredible agreement of Erik Farmer" which is more + less than hegemonic hum. It's like the space of sharing is instantiated in the space between sharers. It's like that space is open secrecy.

from Black and Blur by Fred Moten

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The night before I'd been stopped and frisked in the lap of the luxury. The way they say sir is worse than the way they say nigger.

from Black and Blur by Fred Moten

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Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

.

We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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We are in the south... suffering from famine‼️, save us🙏

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, specifically from Al-Mawasi in the south of the Strip...

We are suffering from famine, there is no food other than flour and its price is 300$... It is very expensive, we cannot afford it...

I struggle every day in crowded queues to get bread to feed my family.😞💔

Help me and donate to me to buy flour for my family and satisfy their hunger.🙏

I'm nothing without you. You are my last hope.🫂😞😭

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Link campaign ⬇️

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #290 )✅️

@heritageposts @gazavetters @palestin @palestine @gaza

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Neil Gaiman was known as a rapist and sexual abuser for years. People have directly named him a rapist on this platform and fans have turned their whole entire body to some kind of denialist trance. Those narratives don't sprout from a bodiless universe, in which he was folded in and hurting people at will.

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Falestine Jad Alq is a married mother of an eight months old baby named Youssef. Her home was bombarded. She cannot provide enough nutrition for her itty bitty Yousself (again, eight months old) she cannot find diapers, and medecines and vitamines.

She *lives* in absolutely dire conditions, the homelessness, the neverending coexistence with death and deathmaking.

Living in tents surrounded by and often flooded by sewage, unable to protect its inhabitants from the weather and from the bare violence of the war.

Having to care for your loved ones while having to face utter helplessness in so many ways. Her father got a stroke, her mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs consistent, adequate, expansive care.

And yet she wrote she didn't want to have to ask for help. She wrote that she didn't want to have to ask for the help she so desperately DESERVES, for lack of a better term.

It's time to conspire financially and in spreading her story for her to have a life, even in the rubbles.

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Dont skip 🔴

I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 37 years old, married, and I have a eight-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house. and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.

I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.  I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.  I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!  We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!

.  My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.

  Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?  But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!  I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.  How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?  We are slowly dying every day.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.  It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.  Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.

I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.  Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.

Warm greetings,

Falestine

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paypal.me/3rdeyechakra

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Can you walk right at another horizon ?

from Black and Blur by Fred Moten