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"American, Also." Pyer Moss Autumn Winter 2018 Reebok by Pyer Moss Collection 1 Location: Southside Chicago, IL Subject: Paris “Tree” Brown…
Soft White Underbelly interview and portrait of Donny, a skinhead living on Skid Row.Here's a link to a GoFundMe campaign to help some of the people seen in ...
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25 years ago, parts of L.A. were embroiled in riots. How much has L.A. really changed since then? California Editor Shelby Grad looks at the issue through polls over the years.
Burned out car on Florence Avenue west of Normandie on April 30, 1992.
Gary Friedman / Los Angeles Times The Sorbornne Market at 4600 S. Vermont Ave. on the night of April 29, 1992, the day the riots erupted.
Los Angeles County sheriff’s deputies keep tabs on a group of people arrested after a store on Martin Luther King Boulevard was looted.
Kirk McKoy / Los Angeles TimesRioters at the corner of Florence and Normandie on the first day of civil unrest.
A resident of South Los Angeles vainly attempts to fight a raging fire at 79th Street and Normandie Avenue using a garden hose April 29, 1992.
Kirk McKoy / Los Angeles Times A man with a shopping cart full of diapers passes a market on the second day of the riots on 3rd Street.
Plumes of smoke rise from burning buildings in mid-town Los Angeles on April 30, 1992.
CHP officer Hugh Gnecco checks for looters in a Chief Auto Parts store at Washington Boulevard and Western Avenue on May 1, 1992.
Bobby Wade holds a sign asking for peace at the corner of Pico Blvd. and Fairfax on may 1, 1992.
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yeah, so we want this again, right?
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this is why we’re here together, i thought...
oh yeah, i’m just crazy. not smart. f*cking idiot who is disrespected daily and not treated like a human being.
i moved here with the intent to help resolve things, not to escalate conflict. LAPD harassed me pretty much relentlessly for about a year- some breaks, which was nice because i was really sick, but they were there every day.
still have nightmares about what they did to me. without even coming into contact- following me at night from helicopter with a searchlight, following me to the grocery store, making a big scene in front of other people. even my sister saw the ridiculousness from LAFD with their low, low copter fly-by over the hot tub (i can only go there with other folks or the copters seem to be very active around me, again i am crazy, don’t worry). yeah, and the fire department sirens used for addressing water / pipe leaks, etc.
i’m basically being lead to believe that this is all in my head at this point, including whatever is going on with elon and this apartment- the alarms here are terrible and happen several times per week (all year long).
local resources need further funding and seem unable to reach folks in need.
it’s a nightmare.
some people don’t even know that they have to pay those food stamps and gr payments back- found that out when dmh came by. i don’t have either, so you know but was shocked by the info.
all of my applications and requests for resources have not been met or made very difficult- such as the ssdi form. confusing and scary.
yeah, okay.
what’s different now is that people do not necessarily -see- each other’s suffering, just the effects/impacts...
it’s still there.
suffering is not a necessary part of this, thanks.
some of us have been through enough and maybe just haven’t put it all out there.
trust.
this is one of the reasons why i moved to l.a.
if intent matters at all. the irony is deep af, tho.
being ignored while trying to get help for those of us who have been ignored.
okay.
hot tub time machine with mel.
rough days = get wet...
Be it.
Do it.
Still this...
I don't even want to say most of the things I have over the past year...
It's felt like living with a gun against your head pretty much 24/7.
Just know that isn't right, so you (inevitably) push on. The only thing that makes that feeling go away is posting here.
No, I don't hear voices... I pick up on vibes and see different options & stuff.
Plus listen to, see, and feel what you all are saying.
Global vibe has been a bummer for a while. Nothing new. Here to unleash the sparkle witchu.
I seeeeeee and feeeeeeel that out there...
Free the creativity & imagination.
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Recent commission for a friend [🔊] 🍒💕🍦🌼
Song: Pilot- your best friend jippy
Love love love. ✨
Yes... Um.
The person who has been impacting my life the most seems to be doing so because they've experienced oppression themself...
Some of us are not who you might want to think of us as, meaning it's been safer for us to be ourselves without directly talking about things.
Why past work of mine had to do with certain themes and what it says. Feels like we've all been doing our parts to show each other that life is sooo much more than stereotypes, labels, and fixed thinking.
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Hey, Siri-
What's the name of the country where people don't have doodoo attitudes?
my agenda is to bully marvel into restoring all the xmen's curly hair
My OC ~ I have been drawing her for 18 years and have still not gotten tired of this color palette.
I miss flowers and being able to go outside alone without being scared.