Am The King And The Queen Of My Self “Legend”

This Is Just The Beginning “Teejay To The WRLD”

Become A Ghost 👻 4get Attention💔 Just Hustle💰

R.I.P.P Juice WRLD 🏴‍☠️

Teejay To The WRLD

First Track In My Album “I Ought To Give Thanks (Opeyemi)” Teejay’s WRLD

Don’t Fall Twice. Pray Not To Be Under A Spell 🏴‍☠️

A postindian is a person formerly referred to through the caricature of manifest manners as an Indian. The postindian is a presence. There is nothing to believe here. Postindian warriors can be honorable or dishonorable and anywhere in between…

The word manifest manners arose out of Vizenor's experience with educators at Park Rapids High School in northern Minnesota. It describes a curious kind of racialist way of approaching native people (students at first) with a deference toward…

Honor is about relation. It is about the creation of a more suitable world. It is the reification of values in conduct. Honor is not a title, it is a way of practicing being in relation with oneself and community. Honor is built by sharing stories…

The double other is a construct of the literature of dominance. Native persons are cast as characters, pronouns which describe opposite ends of savagism and salvation. Colonizers then seek to inhabit these imagined native others, and replace…

Narrative chance is the fourth of four postmodern conditons invigorating the critique and discourse of native and postindian lit. One of Vizenor's many dichotomies. Irony plays a major role in understanding how the colonizing mindset views civilization…

A presence is implied in an absence is implied in a presence. Beyond that circular comparison, Vizenor's absence and presence bear meaningful comparison to Silko's dichotomy between people who practice distinction and subtlety and those who minimize…

Manifest Manners is a book written through interpretation. It is a translation of reality into colonial English. Vizenor demonstrates trickster hermeneutics by employing definitions in multiple dimensions at once. To thoroughly diagram the web…

Leum dropped off these lyrics at the April REM Challenge recording session, to see what other folks would do with them. At the first May recording session, we scanned through the lyrics and decided to try to put them to music. Robbie had a couple…

A song about a friend who sadly left our music community last month. It's made using a drone from my new Ovum synth and playing some chords over it. I hope it's reflective and sad.

Until the fog lifts, you never know what's down there.

This is what my brain hears when I suddenly wake up at 1:30AM.

Good clean fun. A sort of retelling of what rehearsals were like for the band I was in while I was in music school.

When I wrote this, I felt as if some havoc was looming nearby. There was an itching, crawling impression that at any moment I could become yet another casualty of the omnipresent "SMITE" button. Perhaps I wrote this as sort of a musical talisman…