As requested by yall For ages… the #grievechronicUNPACKEDseries are old school audiobook guidebooks to all things #grievechronic so far, in Audiobook form. You do need @elevenreader to access them but they can be used alongside #grievechronic in paperback and audiobook iterations.

Remember #cliffnotes? Think that, but better. Not telling you what to feel but instead helping you unearth what is going on in each tale and your responses to them.

Designed by an arthead nudging those triggered by the #SAsurvivor topics prevalent in the #grievechronicuniverse towards the catharsis they were pulled To #grievechronic to get.

Trauma is real.
So is actually healing from it.
& shamelessly amping #readingcomprehension the 80s kid way completely transforms your uptake of a tale.

The #grievechronicUNPACKEDseries is the ridealong that helps you get along, and the only thing riding shotgun you'll need.

Fuxated:

¹ When racist, inbred-chinned whyte persons have the brunt of their fuckery fixated on coppery children of God with more joy and fucking melanin than them, always trying to wrangle token Blacks to their cause against their target Black persons like God ain’t gone tell his kids wtf is actually going on.

eg: “You’re too creepily fuxated on that happy Black chick for you to be ok in the fn head.”

² When Coppery children of God finally have given a fuxated haintwhyte person the send off their harassment deserves.

eg: “Stop trying to get (your) fuxated (fuxx saited) by her shooting you in the fuckin face.”

fuxated.

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I actually had a really cool experience with AXL-

I was working at a shared table in a cafe, en route to next, deep in getting this month’s life in order and a mom and a son were sitting beside me. The kid had just finished grad school and was preparing for a move to New York City to start his dream job with his dream company.

They saw me going to town with AXL and we started chatting -and the Son ordered AXL on the spot because he got it.

… I don’t really advertise these agendas but that would be the perfect advertisement for what they’re really about. Because he’s moving to New York City to geterdone.

And they’re really the culmination of how I learned to geterdone as a creative in my own right in New York city, cut from friggin rock since they didn’t exist, encapsulated. It’s clarifying your infrastructure for planning a life you want.

And… in the midst of navigating everything that comes with getting a package from a company – having to do the real world xyz that comes with all of the logistics embedded in going for the life you aim to have..He understood the tool that was in front of his face.

…and that was so cool to see.

So yeah… The #undatedplanners that the #GLOBALBOHOAGENDAS are… really are great gifts for Graduates, too. Same way they are great for getting your life in order down the road, season to season.

Outfit some of the kids you know that are transitioning to their next levels with AXL, AXIS & ARBITER.

From entering middle school, onward they’ll get something cool out of the tool. & they’ll be eternally grateful if they do the work now, on the way to figuring out wtf they’re actually thinking about. HOW you’ll use it or fill it out will change as you grow into you. That was one of the points.

E.T was Black and the movie was a dissertation on whitewashed America’s reaction to brown people in their picket fence neighborhoods, from the fear to the wanting to dissect him even though he’s a kid…and how he wasn’t safe( to the viewing audience they until the put him in drag. #sommayallknow. 😬

He also almost died, expressed by what? turning white. Maybe Spielberg read enough Hindu origin mythos to know all their space-faring gods were brown? Lol. If you watch the movie with that lens it’ll ef you up. Disclosure Day even has the long spindle brown fingers creeping back up in the trailer.

The fear of “when the ‘gods come back, they’re not gray or Nordic pink, but brown ..or so black they look blue” is always in the air, whether you want to deal with it there or not.

The dawning of the first day of the rest of your life is seeing... they didn't like you. They liked that you were willing to do the dumb , or complicated, casually demoralizing shit they convinced themselves (usually in council with also porn addled folks) they liked because it moved a faulty needle a bit & gave them hope.

That's why you lose your shit when you discover who they actually like, oftentimes recognizing it before they do. & notice I said 'Who' , not 'What' or 'How.'

So it becomes this thing...are you going to keep living that lie, punishing both of yall for the initially damn near unavoidable in this performance-ridden time ignorance? Or are you going to tell them to go live their truth ( because ya do care for them) so your truth can find you?