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Do you even see what's happening in the photos?? The cops are not arresting these men because of their race. These guys are being arrested for illegally selling counterfeit eiffel tower souvenirs. They usually prowl around landmarks in the hopes of selling to unsuspecting tourists. I was approached several times when I visited the eiffel tower, and my French cousin would always tell them no. When I saw them running away, I asked her what was going on and she pointed to the french cops nearby, saying that if they were caught they'd be arrested. So please, stop assuming that the cops are arresting people based on their skin color just to prove a point.

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General Discussion / Re: Another Word and Thing You Cannot Do
« on: October 30, 2018, 05:23:01 PM »
Hm yeah, she should've known better.

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General Relationship / Re: Hmong Women in California
« on: October 30, 2018, 05:18:09 PM »
Hi everyone,

I am not Hmong so I do have a couple question about American Hmong women. I once dated a couple of Hmong girls when I use to live in Sacramento, Ca.
I was very attracted to them but I found they liked to party and drink which was a deal breaker for me. I had talked to a couple other Hmong's who also liked clubbing and drinking.
Is this normal for Hmong women or was I taking to the wrong women? I am not into clubbing, drinking or parties. I feel I am too old for that and all I wanted was to have a strong relationship with a family.


I've met a couple of Hmong women from California and they seem cool to me. I'm sure there are all kinds of girls out there: clubbers, party girls, church girls, crafty girls, business girls, baker girls, educated girls, wanderlust girls, bohemian girls, monster girls, vampire girls, wiccan girls, hobo girls, kpop girls, fob girls, artistic girls, girls who talk too much, girls who don't talk at all, girls who lie, girls who tell the truth, girls who'll vote democrat in the upcoming election, girls who support trump (ugh), girls who'll drive all night to help out a friend, girls who prefer to stay home, girls who are full of pretension, girls who are humble, and the rarest unicorn of all, girls who aren't glued to their phone.


Good luck in your search.

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Online Journal / Re: bramble & ash
« on: October 30, 2018, 05:09:54 PM »
It's okay to take a break. I always come back.







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Online Journal / Re: bramble & ash
« on: October 27, 2018, 06:45:01 PM »
In my dream my phone rang and when I picked up I heard your voice. In the fuzzy depths of the dream your voice was exactly as I remembered it: deep and rich. It made me feel safe. It made me feel like I was home. You asked if I received the gift you sent me. I said yes. There was a short silence, filled with things I wanted to say but couldn't. I remember thinking, I wish this would last forever.

When I woke up, I couldn't remember the sound of your voice anymore. I couldn't remember any detail that used to fill me with such warmth and happiness. There was just the cold autumn sun burning mercilessly on the horizon. There was stillness and breath. Cold sheets. A sense of endlessness.

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Online Journal / Re: bramble & ash
« on: October 16, 2018, 04:48:47 PM »
for a while i lost interest in my camera. my eyes were tired of looking through a lens, tired of framing the world to suit my own purposes. i couldn't find anything worth the film, not even the people i love the most. because let's face it, sometimes you need a break from everyone and everything. there was also the slowly creeping realization that i keep taking pictures of the same things over and over again, like i expect to find something different every time. am i taking pictures of the same things because they're beautiful, or is it because i can't make myself move on? are these photos a reflection of the stagnation in my life? and more to the point, why do i keep analyzing stupid things about myself and my life? isn't it enough that i have to live with myself already? why can't i see the world with clear eyes// why am i moving backwards when i know that i need to move forward// is this beating drum inside me going to burst and flood the world with all the malevolence it deserves?


i am calm. the world will survive, regardless of what i do or don't do. the earth will soak up the flood and keep breathing.

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Online Journal / Re: bramble & ash
« on: October 14, 2018, 02:51:07 PM »
I've been dreaming about you.

In the dreams I'm always searching for you but never find you. Instead I find what you've left behind. Maybe your voice or something you've touched. Nothing that tells me where you are, only hints and clues that I keep uncovering as I fly from space to space.

The cosmic part of me wants to believe that you're in my dreams because you miss me too. That maybe you're also looking for me.

The realistic side of me says, it's just a dream.

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Poetic Souls / Re: poetry book
« on: September 07, 2018, 10:33:38 PM »
to a friend--






tomorrow I'll see you for the last time
this space              so empty
so empty you've left behind
this weight:
is it the burden of mortal attachment?
is it the grief of sudden loss?
it coils inside, dark and heavy
reaping before we've begun to sow.


I see you in my dreams.
There, I forget that you are gone.
We walk outside towards a fantastic,
golden sunset.
"Stand there, let me take your picture," I say.
The light falls over your shoulders
but I can't see your face clearly.
I frown at my camera. "Let me take another."
In the mirror your reflection is blurry
like something is pulling you away.
Your face is beautiful, your smile unbroken.
Nothing in this dream is real, I think.


I'm hugging your mother
and we're both weeping.
She is broken. Two daughters taken.
It's unreal.


Now alone in my room,
I am weeping.
My eyes close. I can't say the words out loud.
Don't want to say anything anymore.
Every word cuts my tongue,
hurts my heart.
I want to believe
nothing in this life is real.

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Online Journal / Re: bramble & ash
« on: August 28, 2018, 03:45:16 PM »

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Online Journal / Re: bramble & ash
« on: August 21, 2018, 08:51:35 PM »
I can't believe you're really gone. I can't believe that I will never see you again. Can't believe that the world has taken another beautiful soul, one who really deserved life when there are so many others who don't. Is it a joke? I keep thinking it is, that someone will say that you're just fine, and the sadness in my heart will evaporate like the morning mist on a sunny day. Maybe it's hard to believe because all I've been hearing are words. Words spoken and words written, but just words. I haven't seen anything yet. There's no evidence to prove that you're really gone, none that I've yet to see.


My heart aches when I think about what you must have gone through. Details are sparse. All we know is that you went somewhere and your spirit never came back, only your body. Is that enough proof yet? No, it's not but if that's so then why do I weep?


Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for visiting me at work because you knew it was hard for me to get away. Thank you for the dollar bill that you folded into a heart for me. Thank you for thinking of me, for being a good friend even when I wasn't one in return. Thank you for laughing with me, making me feel like a special friend, thank you for every good thing you did for me. I think the shock has passed. Now there is just this... this grief that I don't know how to process. Words fail me. I miss you, my dear friend. I hope your soul finds its way to your sister, and to God, and I hope you find yourself in a place of love and beauty where there are no dark spaces, no sadness, no loneliness. 

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Online Journal / Re: bramble & ash
« on: August 17, 2018, 10:41:41 PM »





Darkness brings dreams, dreams bring you.
Pinpricks of light beneath my closed eyelids--
a fluttering of nerves,
a rush through my veins,
a quiet exhalation.






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Ash, I think it's backlit but make your own judgement ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
 

It's wonderfully backlit! I actually like this one better.

Ohhhh... Ash, wtf was I thinking  :'( and on the day before too. I've been scrubbing this soooooo hard and on both hands!!! OI VEY!!!!  :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(  someone shoot meeeeeee...... noooowwwww
 

OMG they're gonna deem you a criminal now  ;D jk

Have you tried the olive oil/salt trick? Sometimes I also just use soap and scrub like crazy to help it fade faster.

On a different note though, it's very pretty.

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Online Journal / Re: bramble & ash
« on: August 16, 2018, 11:59:19 AM »



Ask: will this whirlwind
connect to that one,
            making them cousins to the knife?

Will lake mist etched
on flakes of flood-birthed moonlight
hang its beard on a tow truck
hoisting up a buck, 
            butterflies leaking from its nostrils,
            dark clouds draining off its cedar coat?

 —Sherwin Bitsui

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Hey, he said, do you want a picture of a homeless man?
Sure, if you don't mind
I had a hard morning, he said, I'm just trying to help as many people as i can today
He sat down on a bench, his whole life in a bag neatly laid out on his lap
I clicked the red button on the olympus

it's backlit. the photo would be too dark.


can you go stand by that tree, i asked
(thinking maybe the sun would shine on him for just a little bit)

 

It turned out nice! Do you have the backlit photo too?

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General Discussion / Re: Hm
« on: August 15, 2018, 12:08:59 PM »
For a moment I was excited because I thought people were posting again... But I guess not.   ;D

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