Hello I had a long joke but I forgot it. Here's a sample of a Kemetic birth wheel. The animals and every image represents the dieties and energies that resonate with your specific bloodline . I don't know what a flair is and ik.vosially impaired .
Chapter Excerpt: The Screen and the Static The phone screen shook slightly in Elena's hand, the harsh light casting harsh shadows across her face as Marcus’s pixelated, angry expression stared back at her from the video feed. She could see the cluttered background of his room, just as he could see the bare walls of hers. The distance didn't soften the blow; if anything, the glowing digital frame made the confrontation feel all the more claustrophobic. "Look at me," Elena snapped into the front-facing camera, her thumb nervously pressing against the edge of her phone case as her voice cracked. "I gave you seven hundred on the eighteenth, and another hundred for your birthday. Then three-fifty and some change magically disappeared from my account. So do not sit there and tell me I owe you rent—especially not now, while I'm still trying to process that my daddy just died." On the screen, Marcus rolled his eyes, his image stuttering slightly due to a poor connection. "You're always crying about money—" "Stop right there!" Elena interrupted, leaning closer to the lens so he couldn't look away from her. "When I gave you those funds, you sat right there on this exact video call and told me Drake's check got cut off! You used that excuse!" She let out a harsh, bitter laugh, shaking her head as she paced the narrow length of her room, keeping the camera locked on her face. "And we both know how this really adds up. I've only been back down here a month! June was already paid in full before I even drove down here, which means I paid you two and a half months in advance. I don't have anything left, Marcus. My dad came down here just to help me keep my head above water, my utilities are about to get shut off, and I'm drowning trying to cover two different rents. Remember? I paid you before I paid on Drake's house, and now I'm late on the shed rent. I genuinely don't have it to give you—even if I did owe you, which I clearly don't!" The video feed froze for a second, pixelating his scowl before snapping back. Elena stared at his face on her display, her chest heaving as the anger finally dissolved into a hollow, aching dread. She looked down at the end-call button, terrified to press it, but even more terrified to stay. "I want us to talk this out face-to-face in real life," Elena whispered, her voice dropping as she stared directly into the camera lens, tears finally spilling over her lashes. "I really do. But I'm too scared you're gonna flip out through the phone, and we're just gonna start screaming at each other again. I can't do this... I just can't fight with you anymore."
I'm Aries ♈ and I love to read a room
Here's a little about me according to my chart .. 📉 and yes I'm single and bi.
.. 😜 the word incisive is an adjective that means showing clear thought, sharp mental focus, and the ability to express ideas in a direct, clear, and forceful way. It describes a person, mind, or remark that cuts straight to the core of an issue without wasting time.Origin and Literal.
Lol 😆😆 zero f gives it's give me my of misogyny black woman will never be allowed to speak freely
Chapter Excerpt: The Screen and the Static The phone screen shook slightly in Elena's hand, the harsh light casting harsh shadows across her face as Marcus’s pixelated, angry expression stared back at her from the video feed. She could see the cluttered background of his room, just as he could see the bare walls of hers. The distance didn't soften the blow; if anything, the glowing digital frame made the confrontation feel all the more claustrophobic. "Look at me," Elena snapped into the front-facing camera, her thumb nervously pressing against the edge of her phone case as her voice cracked. "I gave you seven hundred on the eighteenth, and another hundred for your birthday. Then three-fifty and some change magically disappeared from my account. So do not sit there and tell me I owe you rent—especially not now, while I'm still trying to process that my daddy just died." On the screen, Marcus rolled his eyes, his image stuttering slightly due to a poor connection. "You're always crying about money—" "Stop right there!" Elena interrupted, leaning closer to the lens so he couldn't look away from her. "When I gave you those funds, you sat right there on this exact video call and told me Drake's check got cut off! You used that excuse!" She let out a harsh, bitter laugh, shaking her head as she paced the narrow length of her room, keeping the camera locked on her face. "And we both know how this really adds up. I've only been back down here a month! June was already paid in full before I even drove down here, which means I paid you two and a half months in advance. I don't have anything left, Marcus. My dad came down here just to help me keep my head above water, my utilities are about to get shut off, and I'm drowning trying to cover two different rents. Remember? I paid you before I paid on Drake's house, and now I'm late on the shed rent. I genuinely don't have it to give you—even if I did owe you, which I clearly don't!" The video feed froze for a second, pixelating his scowl before snapping back. Elena stared at his face on her display, her chest heaving as the anger finally dissolved into a hollow, aching dread. She looked down at the end-call button, terrified to press it, but even more terrified to stay. "I want us to talk this out face-to-face in real life," Elena whispered, her voice dropping as she stared directly into the camera lens, tears finally spilling over her lashes. "I really do. But I'm too scared you're gonna flip out through the phone, and we're just gonna start screaming at each other again. I can't do this... I just can't fight with you anymore."
The last post I uploaded a video by mistake it was from Democracy Now but this is the interview I meant to post. I didn't like him. I loved her even more when I heard her speak.
She hit the nail in the head. This is her. https://youtu.be/e0UgiE8vYuI?is=1bv3RBVTVD9swlN9
Book Review: Octavia E. Butler Octavia E. Butler’s books aren't just science fiction—they are surreal, visceral explorations of humanity that give you total goosebumps. Whether it's the television-adapted masterpiece Kindred or her brilliant dives into telepathy and empathy, Butler never flinches from exploring power and survival. She was a powerhouse on the page and in life, famously holding her ground with absolute grace against antagonistic interviewers. If you love deep, psychological sci-fi that challenges your worldview, her work is essential reading. Book Summary: Patternmaster Set in a brutal, post-apocalyptic future, Patternmaster is a tense power struggle divided among three factions: the Patternists (a telepathic ruling class linked by a psychic network), the Mutes (subjugated ordinary humans), and the Clayarks (hostile human-animal mutants). The story follows Teray, a young telepath and son of the dying Patternmaster, as he fights his ruthless, power-hungry brother Coransee for dominance. Aided by the healer Amber, Teray must survive a dangerous, Clayark-infested wilderness and confront the brutal, control-driven foundations of his society.
The contradiction .It's not "are humans smart?" We are. It's: can we ever use our intelligence to control our need to dominate, instead of using our intelligence to serve our need to dominate?