house of slaine by @belowpovertylevel @slainesworld

sticker graffiti street art [by artists @belowpovertylevel @slainesworld] found 2016 in Boston, MA, that depicts a three-leafed clover and these decipherable alphanumerics: bpla below poverty level Los Angeles; house of slaine; Boston
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dirty dek cactus

sticker graffiti street art found 2016 in Boston, MA, that depicts a cycloptic and moustachioed cactus as well as these decipherable alphanumerics: dirty dek
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paparazzi air fight

sticker graffiti street art found 2016 in Boston, MA, that depicts a man with dreadlocks jumping and these decipherable alphanumerics: paparazzi; fight
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 11 Jan 2017

For tricking blind Hoth
The Liesmith was bound to rocks
A long, cruel torment

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] 

haiku 9 Jan 2018

Its crown scrapes the sky
On broad trunk man’s knowledge writ
Roots sunk deep, endless

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 7 Jan 2018

Joyfully at ease
In furrows of childish glee
Bright and beautiful

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haiku 4 Jan 2018

Launch codes on old discs
Plus an old, crude narcissist
Equals extinction

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] 

haiku 2 Jan 2018

A yoga of rest
Mind and body unburdened
Per doctor’s orders

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haiku 31 Dec 2017

A fresh start beckons
From beyond tomorrow next
Change seldom lasts long

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 28 Dec 2017

Squeezed, the poor masses
Sank into oblivion
Yearning to be free

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 24 Dec 2017

German pagan lore
And, well, the winter solstice
Are season’s reason

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

sweet-tooth actually diabetes

Contrary to popular belief, the delight with which local resident Horace J. Winston consumes sweets is not due to a sweet-tooth of yore. In fact, his endocrinological system - having been subjected to decades of frequent alcohol consumption combined with a sedentary lifestyle - is now struggling to adequately regulate Winston’s blood-glucose levels. Unless he makes drastic changes in his daily patterns and habits within the next couple of years, his condition will be exacerbated, and worsen.

On an average day, Horace consumes at least five beers in one sitting, two meals of primarily meats and cheeses; he drives nearly everywhere he must go, walking only a few miles cumulatively. (In secret, Winston knows something is amiss inside but chooses to blame it on the common cold or changes in the weather.)

No one in his circle of friends or relatives appears concerned about the Winston’s fate, however, since they are clueless to the signs of onsetting diabetes and themselves engaged heavily in both sloth and overindulgence. With health insurance priced out of his reach, Horace will also not be seeing a doctor, anytime soon.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 19 Dec 2017

A house demolished
From the inside cannot stand
Then - desolation

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 17 Dec 2017

Soaring high aloft
Wingtips bent upward, lifting
Quick, the falcon drops

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dreamstate writing 14 Dec 2017

I was in a throng of other people all queueing for to meet a powerful goddess. Beyond the sunken earthen trench in which we stood waiting lay snow on frozen ground. Set into the walls of the trench every few meters were crude cubbyholes fashioned out of unfinished pine logs, some of which I recognized as places I’ve slept rough. To our right and stretching above us reached a tall building clad in dark marble panels. As we stepped forward to be received we passed by a number of glass-doored rooms recently emptied of their inhabitants.

When it was finally my turn to be judged, the goddess swirled around me, prodding at my various bits and weighing my soul against Truth. From her back and the top of her head appeared to rise glimmering tendrils of an infinite, invisible energy. In the room with us were dozens of watching people, the formerly queueing multitudes. The goddess noted my progress in many areas, challenging me to defend my case to become bodhisattva. I pointed out the steps I’ve made toward living a life of virtue and compassion but was found lacking, and shown the door.

I returned briefly to consciousness (discovering there a full and pressing bladder), then fell back asleep. The dreaming continued in a vast subterranean room (which, too, was paneled with slabs of dark marble) where I and a number of others were searching for a propellered flying boat that had been lost at sea. Analyzing satellite photographs and old maps we were scouring the wind-swept seas. From time to time I would also put my ear to a staticky handheld radio, hoping to detect a clue. Out of the white noise lept a single word, one which caused excitement yet confusion among the dozen-odd people individuals there: America.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 12 Dec 2017

Borne on strands of light
Linking far east to near west
Grand, global network

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 10 Dec 2017

Valuable bits
Linked to gold, buried in code
Real worth, not fiat

(For more information about cryptocurrencies, consider reading this guide provided by Bankrate, Inc.)

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 7 Dec 2017

Once well-established
Routines cannot be shaken
By earthly forces

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tardigrade cosmonaut honored

During a brief ceremony held in a former outdoor smoking shelter behind the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pastor Tina, CA, scientists preparing for an impending launch stood still during a moment of silence ahead of the upcoming launch of a hearty tardigrade. Selected from a group of other hypsibius gagarinorum, the tiny traveler, like intrepid Laika before it, was chosen due to a proven ability to survive in harsh conditions such as extreme cold and prolonged deprivation. Exploiting the animal’s natural cryptobiosis, or suspended metabolism, gives NASA scientists hope that at least one hypsibius gagarinorum tun will reach another star system, most likely the cluster humans call Alpha Centauri.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

national guard mobilized

Across the United States of America, the National Guard is being mobilized to protect the homes of the country’s richest inhabitants. Tens of thousands of armed soldiers are moving into place, forming tight cordons around affluent neighborhoods that might possibly at some point in the near future perhaps be threatened by hordes of starving wage-slaves. Armed with the most advanced weapons available, including main battle tanks and attack helicopters, the U.S. Army appears poised to beat back even the most braven assault against the only segment of society that really matters.

Piggybacking on efforts to further shift the tax burden from those who have the most financial resources to those who have the fewest, the decision to use the military to protect America’s privileged few was probably made at the highest levels of the Trump administration. The cost of said mobilization will, of course, also be shouldered and executed by the poor, the needy, and the disenfranchised.

Secret plans obtained by WikiLeaks have exposed the impending activation of Project Cherry Pick, a nation-wide police action which calls for the most physically attractive children of poor families to be rounded up for training in the art of physically pleasuring the rich and the powerful. A flawed democracy, the American empire seems to be backsliding rapidly into an oligarchic tyranny not seen since the debauchery and excess of pre-collapse Rome. Hope remains for those willing and able to keep their hearts pure - and their sixes covered.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 30 Nov 2017

Minds free of thinking
Doing nothing, unconcerned
Are we on the Path?

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 28 Nov 2017

Rituals maintained
Far from where they were first born
Are no less potent

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haiku 26 Nov 2017

A vast inner void
Filled but with silence, unstruck
Underpins mankind

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 24 Nov 2017

Routines are vital
To one’s own mythology
From cradle to grave

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haiku 21 Nov 2017

Oak trees shattering
A tornado touches down
Nowhere is safe, now

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 19 Nov 2017

White with dark-grey hearts
Rushing low through the blue skies
Clouds of storm gather

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 16 Nov 2017

Baby monkeys grasp
Holding on tight for dear life
Kittens get carried

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peacerist cell discovered

Another group of avowed peacerists was discovered today on a sizeable ranch east of suburban San Diego, California, USA. At least seven individuals were removed from the compound for questioning, all of whom flashed ‘victory’ fingers, known in America as the ‘peace’ sign. Also found on the secluded premises were huge stockpiles of hugs, positive feels, kind words, heartfelt gestures, and other such sappy drivel. Experts indicate that the group was readying to launch a campaign of unconditional loving affection in the upcoming months, or even weeks.

Authorities destroyed plots of spathiphyllum, or peace lilies, that were being cultivated in at least five greenhouses. “It’s crazy to think we’d find this kind of activity here, of all places,” said local sheriff Pietro Nunez-Smith. “I’m just glad these peacerists were found before they launched any type of caring, or affirmative, action.”

“This is a war-loving town,” said Georgina T. Robinsceau, a city councilperson. “Companies here produce and sell tens of billions of dollars of weapons to militaries, dictators, and militant groups around the world. Who would have imagined that vile peacerists would want to disrupt such commerce? I’m sickened.” The number of peacerists attacks on soft targets is expected to increase in direct proportion to the scale and scope of ongoing wars, worldwide.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

eat more acid

sticker graffiti street art found 2016 in Los Angeles, CA, that depicts a stoned owl, a grasping zombie, and these decipherable alphanumerics: tdb blar ak; eat more acid; enom
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

gense samoam s2k

mural graffiti street art found 2016 in Los Angeles, CA, that features a Gothic-style script and these decipherable alphanumerics: gense; s2k; samoam
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

2em 2em

mural graffiti street art found 2016 in Los Angeles, CA, that appears to feature these decipherable alphanumerics: 2em 2em; ufor; bout2

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

another union, gone

Forty-eight years after one of its members actually got paid to do the job, the American Domestic Rice Cooker’s Union (ADRCU) finally disbanded. Founded in 1895 by a group of house-maids from San Francisco, the Union had seen its number drop dramatically since the introduction of low-cost, automated devices. “We just can’t compete with computerized, electric rice cookers that do the job perfectly, every time,” said Yolanda T. Ching, a spokesperson for the ADRCU. “That, and a drastic reduction in the number of people wealthy enough to hire cooks and maids, sounded the death-knell for our lovely group.”

Former members are slated to receive training as taxi drivers, foundry workers, and call-center operators, jobs that the Union’s leadership thinks will soon return to the United States. Also at risk of extinction are labor organizations representing American retail workers, cotton pickers, and coal shovelers.

americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan

on eating horse

The city of Elizabeth, New Jersey, United States, recently secured state funding to construct a processing plant for horse-meat. A lean, tender, and slightly sweet meat, the plant plans to ship its culinary delicacies to populations in the greater New York metropolitan area whose cultures and traditions embrace it. Although the use of horses for food is illegal in several U.S. states, Edible Equine Holdings Ltd., which will operate the plant, says that it’s time opinions changed. “There’s no rational reason to eat cows and goats but not horses,” according to a company press release. The plant’s slaughtering facility will receive shipments of horses from farms in Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland, and New York.

“In 732 C.E., Pope Gregory III banned the eating of horses in an effort to stamp out Germanic pagan ceremonies,” said food scientist Dr. Shiu Wen Ha of the American School of Gastronomy and Culinary Design, in Wanborough, Connecticut. “Now, in the year 2017, in the USA, it’s time to set aside Early Medieval notions and embrace the consumption of flesh from all animals.”

Priestesses of Epona, a horse goddess of ancient Europe, could not be reached for comment, as they no longer exist.

americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan

solar farm built

Ground was broken today on the second of three solar farms planned to be built this decade in the Great Dune Sea north-west of the city of Gar Nuuzsh, in eastern Grigovia. Solar energy will be used to heat salt to roughly 300 degrees Celsius. Then, the molten salt - a mixture of nitrates calcium, potassium, and sodium - will flow through insulated underground pipes into concrete storage tanks situated throughout Gar Nuuzsh.

Once all three farms are operational, nearly half of the city’s 100,000 residents will be able to draw both electricity and heat from the storage tanks. Unassuming silos that resemble conventional oil storage tanks, the heat sinks will be topped with viewing platforms and surrounded by community gardens. External sections of each sink will be set aside for graffiti and the application of other spontaneously-occurring works of public art.

By 2030, Gar Nuuzsh plans to cover all of its electrical and heating needs from six such solar farms. Additionally, parabolic dish Stirling solar energy conversion systems installed on rooftops around the city will feed heat into the sinks and electricity into the local power grid. Cities in more mountainous western Grigovia generate a good portion of their electricity using wind and geothermal deposits.

americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan

a terrifying visage

sticker graffiti street art found 2016 in Los Angeles, CA, that depicts an hirsute demonic male face that has horns, an occluded third eye, flippers or gills, fangs, and a protruding tongue

haiku 05 Nov 2017

Raingdrops whisper yet
All night they fell, all morning
Soaking the parched land

americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan

mantis meets mate

While waiting patiently for prey to pass, stagmomantis carolina female Z’zhhchk’t spied an apparently suitable mate coming slowly over nearby rocks. Curious, she cocked her grey head toward him, focusing him squarely in her binocular vision, and made subtle sounds to indicate she was in heat. The male began his mating dance, swaying this way then that and rearing up in playful menace on his hind legs.

Finding him properly strong and graceful, Z’zhhchk’t moved into a welcoming position, flashing her eyespots seductively. The male approached further. Once copulation had commenced and he was firmly locked within her grasping fore-claws, she used her powerful pincers to remove his at the base of the neck, eating it as his genetic material fertilized her.

Once impregnated fully, Z’zhhchk’t consumed the rest of his body before settling back into ambush-predator mode, her speckled exoskeleton and complete stillness making her all but disappear into the surrounding terrain. Within her abdomen, cells split, then split again.

americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan

pane panel glass

It was dusty, for it was seldom cleaned. Someone had touched it once, leaving a handprint behind, a ghostly reminded of past presence. Cobwebs grew against the plastic separating it from its neighbor, fake wooden slats poorly disguising that it was one contiguous sheet.

During the summer months, mosquitos pushed in futility against it, trying to reach the things living inside, whom it protected. Now, though, frigid winds caressing its smooth surface, the pane was only bumped by the occasional flailing branch or falling leaf.

With painfully glacial slowness, the semi-liquid panel oozed downward, drawn by gravity’s weak force toward the battered flooring panels below. Warmed a few hours each day by the setting sun, the window looked out over a peaceful garden in which a snuffling shih tzu sometimes barked.

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