the truth: red white and black

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

When I was eight
I would walk up to my mother
My short curly hair in a frizzy halo around my head
With my somewhat crooked smile
And ask her if I would be pretty

She would smile
Pat my hair down
Bop me on my nose
And say with a honey sweet voice
Not to worry about it

When I was 13 I hated my body
My thighs too big, boobs not big enough
Mornings would be spent stuffing my bra
Denying myself the right to breakfast
I didn’t dare insinuate that I was skinny enough to deserve it

By 15 I was covered in different peroxides
My teeth held together by metal braces
My face a collage of different flaws
So I painted it like it was a portrait
Just so I could cringe less when I looked in the mirror

When I was 18 I learned that nobody would love me
The way I should love myself
And a weight was lifted off my shoulders
Because somewhere in between the frizzy halo and metal braces
I was taught to hate myself

But this is not just about me
This is about the girls who will go home crying
Because they weren’t deemed pretty enough
And all the people who will sway home tonight in a drunken trance
Because a stranger didn’t think they’re suitably screwable

This about the world we’ve created for ourselves
Haunted by models and mirrors
Our own reflections a prison
Our flaws become metal bars
Our insecurities are our chains

When my daughter walks up to me some years from now
Whatever her hair looks like
No matter her crooked smile
And asks me if she will be pretty
I will smile, look her in the eye, and say no

You will never be just pretty

You will be pretty intelligent, pretty talented
You will be pretty gifted, pretty kind
But no daughter of mine will be confined
By some shallow five letters

—  My friend, my queen, THE Jinan Abu-Farhah

if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,


Kyle Baker 2003: Truth: Red, White & Black

Kyle Baker prefers to be a one-man show: writing, drawing, and coloring creator-owned indie product. He broke his rule to work with longtime friend Robert Morales on a project that revealed the Tuskegee Experiment-inspired origins of the Project: Rebirth initiative that created Captain America.

The concept was designed to be provocative and grab headlines, and Baker’s expressionist, cartoony linework was part and parcel of upending readers’ expectations. For those that stuck around for more than the initial outrage, it proved itself to be not just a moving and heartfelt story, but one that would have lasting repercussions.



Ever had issues with tokens? Clones? These cards seem hardly worthwhile in EDH, but against Tribal decks and token decks they can pull rank. Is Maelstrom Pulse too expensive? Well take a look-see.

Echoing Decay is a worse Bile Blight and Homing Lightning each provide ways to destroy tokens. Eye of Singularity provides ways to stop more permanents than just creatures. However, these can trigger some tricky death effects like Vengeful Dead or Blood Artist. Plus, they’re subject to the creature’s toughness, which tribal decks usually pack a decent amount of anthems.

Detention Sphere and Sever the Bloodline both exile, which avoids death triggers. Even more useful, Sever the Bloodline has a flashback for emergencies. Echoing Truth bounces, a handy form of Boomerang (without targeting lands) but its one downside is bouncing clone cards isn’t as handy.

Sometimes your opponent gets all comfy swarming you with tokens all named Soldier or Zombie. These instants (and a few enchantments) provide ways to shake up token decks.