Believer/Law – The Task At Hand
i had a dream this morning that took place in some kind of barbecue restaurant that i’ve never been to. i wasn’t actually present but i was an invisible entity observing a scene. In the restaurant there were three men dining together. two with black or brown hair and one was a dirty blonde with a Hawaiian t shirt on. some kind of conflict arose between the dark haired men and the blonde man after I heard one of the one of the dark haired men call the blonde haired man “Pinkie” and the blonde man eventually pounded his fists on the table and said something along the lines of IM SICK OF THIS SHIT and got up and went to the buffet section of the restaurant and dug his hands into the pork and beans and pulled out a large Flinstones size rib bone and started swinging it at the men he was dining with with it.
Meanwhile behind the counter two men who looked like Kenan and Kel from Good Burger were having problems of there own. Some kind of kitchen malfunction was occurring and some thing caught fire (maybe the grill?). It was comical in a slapstick kind of way to watch the two take matters into their own hands and panic about the situation. But things took a twisted turn when the machinery in the kitchen became alive and pipes and and sprockets and spurts of boiling steam within the machines protruded from their exterior casings and served as limbs and obstacles and attempted to impale or burn the workers. It was totally fucked up to watch but for some reason it was still comical in a slapstick way. The way they would dodge the pipes was incredibly animated and goofy, just the way you would expect Kenan and Kel to dance around death defying obstacles. Like, imagine Kenan and Kel circa Good Burger in Saw or something (still kind of fucked up I guess). After the machines’ rampage subsided Kenan and Kel, unscathed decided to check out what was going on in the restaurant. Everything was a bloody cathartic mess and all that was left of the three diners were bloody skeletons and a gold chain of what I presume belonged to the blonde guy.
last night i had a terrible nightmare where i was in my room and i dropped something important. Whatever it was, it rolled into the corner of my bedroom, and when i went to bend over and pick it up, a mother black widow crawled out from underneath my bed and crept in front of the object. It then gave birth to millions of baby black widows which dowsed the object. the mother noticed my appearance and began to creep towards me maliciously, raising its front legs as if reeling me into it’s gaze. Terrified, I backed away and began to run, but this tiny spider began to chase me. It was so terrifying. My physical body was drowned with sweat and my left leg was cramped from how tense I was letting myself get.
another example of direct influence western colonialism has had in enacting or triggering current anti-queer laws in cultures of color, in cultures qualified by the west as “primitive”.
http://www.godlovesuganda.com IN THEATERS NOW! With God Loves Uganda, Academy Award-winning filmmaker Roger Ross Williams (Music by Prudence) explores the role of the American Evangelical movement in fueling Uganda’s terrifying turn towards biblical law and the proposed death penalty for homosexuality. Thanks to charismatic religious leaders and a well-financed campaign, these draconian new laws and the politicians that peddle them are winning over the Ugandan public. But these dangerous policies and the money that fuels them aren’t coming from Africa; they’re being imported from some of America’s largest megachurches.