How To Sew A Button (part 6)

In this video: I sew 14 buttons on a new pair of *BLUE DENIM LEVI JEANS* something, I never thought I’d ever wear again. 24 minutes of mostly ASMR motion. The results were satisfactory and the therapy was needed. Hence the silence, for the majority of this video. This was a very much an ASMR inspired video. No whispering but careful attention to where I was going with the needle and thread.

This is the result @ ::: 23:16 – 23:38

3 (2 hole buttons) on the one going down!

Much more coming: BE OUT ON A LOOKOUT FOR PART 7 HERE!

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How To Sew A Button (part 5)

In episode five of : How To Sew A Button – We’re back to the 2 hole button! I did less talking in this one with instead captioned instructions. At the end of the video I also add a short poem alongside with transitionary phrases of outfits.

Part 5!

“Meet me in a space where there is no time

somewhere you can lace, where there is no rhyme

find me in a place where there is no grace

in a space where there is no taste

look into me

and tell me what you really see?

is it me?

or is it the tree?

or is it button therapy?!“

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How To Sew A Button (part 4)

In the 4th episode of ‘How To Sew A ButtoN’, I’ll teach you how to sew a 4 hole button (again) with this being a series, keep in mind….it’ll get more random as it continues. I can only imagine what awaits us 36 episodes down the line…on the 40th episode! we shall see! Until then, stay in tuned here on my website for new upcoming additions and reflections. Welcome to any new viewer who have been peeping out my webpage. I hope to connect with more folks in the real, via algorithmic persuasion! Blessings, y’all ! ❤

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How To Sew A Button (part 1)

In the first episode of this series, I teach you how to sew a 1 (u) hole button.

this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned to ‘here’ for a special announcement

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UR!? : BUTTONS, THREADS, & SYMBOLS (THE PHOTOSHOOT)

UNIFORMLY RaNdOmLy in S3arch of Paradise Clarity : THE PHOTOSHOOT! this gives me an opportunity to not say so much (save the captions!) now the photos will do the talking! As shot by Danny L’amour Studios! This is our 3rd photoshoot together (a charm it was) especially after 7 years since the first time we took photos which I used for my poetry album ‘August Feels Like Wednesday‘ in 2015.

Shoutout to Danny, for being such an incredible photographer who KNOWS what to bring out in a photo session. She made me calm and realize the objective I had, could be realized and experienced. This provided a ‘KNEW’ introduction of sorts to who I am and where I am going.

‘WAIT A MINUTE! TyPo Or FaiTh?’ has been in production for a while (released briefly in the fall of 2020 only now to be re-introduced with added context and audio book) It taking full form upon me JUMPING BACK INTO THE FIRE! (Da Souf!) With gas prices going up and with the thick boot of capitalism against our necks? We have no other choice but to organize (within a revolutionary organization) to combat these forces against the advancement of humanity.

These ‘Ism’s’ exist to continue the myth that we’re unable to do anything. However, we can radicalize our ideas about the structure of society and inform ourselves via a historical analysis. We can’t do it alone y’all!! here’s to adhering to a unified mission to fight for our lives!

Part 1: BUTTONS : buttons are blessings and they are like the passengers but instead of ‘gas’ all you need to ‘pass’ is a needle (a vehicle / medium) containing the energy to sustain. needle, thread, and a ‘knot’ is all it takes for the button to remain.

full shot including fanta urange sneakers & yellow hello socks !

Part 2: THREADS : Kaleidoscopic. All Colors! Rainbow. Pan. Across. Energy which can’t be contained Like blood it must flow, otherwise it will pile up and clout. And we all know what that’s about! (it ain’t good) Thus: it must Flow… in this i know!

Part 3: SYMBOLS : Clear in its meaning and shape. Connecting with relatable interpretation drape. Blank space. Open. Vast. willing to outlast to engage and lambaste.

ONE UNITED SOCIALIST AFRICA!

THE 7TH ALGORITHM TRAIN 🪡🧮🚂

2 1 4!

2.) = the 2 hole buttons which act as one straight line. (:)

1.) = the invisible shank where there’s a wired loop underneath. (n)

4.) = the 4 hole buttons which can be sewn as (X) or (::) these are most common on dress shirts which often come in 7 buttons going down from top to bottom.

buttons INDEED connect and the ‘gesture’ of button therapy is the
search to bring clarity! if not for buttons on our clothes, we wouldn’t
have a united force which harmonizes the divide.
buttons are blessings, y’all! in the same way, every one of the
blessings in my life have united me to a deeper connection and
understanding.

DRAGGING THE DRAGON

while lallygagging do so not at the expense of being a ✨popinjay✨. set the rhyme of law. let it be spoken to you like a ✨visceral✨ temptation. may we all be drawn to the throne of ✨perspicacity✨. our company is✨copious✨ enough for everyone to ingest. as we spend time together, we’ll be able to designate who eats the food that didn’t belong to them in the refrigerator. or the ✨idiosyncratic✨ one who sees it ✨atypical✨ to eat with anyone other than those they know.

if we embrace the benefits of being ✨vigilant✨, we may begin to satisfy the distance between day dreams and sleep-walking. the moment you step inside of knowledge, you will discover libraries which are filled with ✨organons✨ and late night dragons.

some groups find it sweet to ✨rhubarb✨ about non-specifics. fill the space with something transparent but not to peril of being a ✨sesquipedalian✨. they that listen only wish for you to come with sufficient ✨alacrity.✨

dragging the dragon – also nicknamed the green lagging – had a terrible wish to blow some fire!!! he did not yet have the access to the wire – but that did not snub his outlandish and steamy attire. the delight that made him smile was the very thing that caused smoke to arise from his nostrils. dragging the dragon meant getting anywhere would take a considerable amount of time.

on one late afternoon, the green lagging imagined standing in the waves of the shore – wishing to be drowned and unwilling to move even as the tides were coming close. the dragon was too careless to learn because it was cuffed underneath. seaweed can do that to you sometimes. if drowning means learning to be friends with the water so be it – the dragon thought.

when you’re dragging the dragon – the fire takes a longer time to come out until FLAME! FLAME! FLAME!

YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN A TICKET!

SPRUNG UP EMOTIONALLY

041420 SUE — sprung like the fibonacci springs in old beds…

HERE ARE SEVEN EMOTIONAL RINGS

when I dream of the yo-yo, I’m 1sprung up emotionally. my middle finger looped in a hole which like a BOOMERANG – is destined to be returned and thrown into gravity. one must hold on”…for the sacred is molded in ritual care and delicate caresses. when your memory savors the undefinable – this taste requires a devouring. a dissecting of each flavor carefully and considerably – taking notes as to what works and what can be taken out.

2sprung up cuz the recall of this truth can’t be denied or traded in for justifiable pretense. the dance has begun and my emotions are the alter in which I falter. i’ve been musically lifted. the sounds of crunchy melodies and syrupy grooves got me out and in the funk. a revival of sounds await for me through the changing beats and 808’s.

so many emotions. they be swirling, twirling, and orbiting. my feelings be

f.s.k.o.w. feeling some kind of way …. (<— CLICK HERE TO LISTEN)

3sprung up emotionally cuz my feelings are in a wave attempting to reach the shore. what can be done about the reactive state of affairs one is forced to deal with? how do we climb the ladder to safety ensuring the legs do not crumble? shaky foundations certainly make it difficult to stand stable. I suppose my hands are able but the intention is not willing.

4sprung up high up into the mountainous galaxies where the stars laugh at my decisions. looking into them // i see the past. memories which were stained by depraved action. my surroundings perplexed by desert dancers serving me bottled up mirages. i drank of their elixir then, while attempting to make sense out of this perilous advent.

5sprung up cuz i hung up, all my closing demands. i distanced myself like a pariah and the prey – tossing with the wind and never staying. trying to be the pretender and the joker cuz the absurd made life a folly. like a bullet strain locked and loaded, only needing a pull of the trigger. fear like this begins to grow bigger and BIGGER. when life invites you into a fetus like position – so that others can swallow you more safely // that’s when things really start looking shady.

6sprung up cuz i leaped too high. i wanted to meet my ancestors in heaven. some of which decided to come down instead to meet me in the shadows. they never scared me but they never made themselves known to me. even in the still of the night – they never dared to open a jar or fall off the hedges. i think they slept a lot instead of playing poltergeist. i knew they were here with me cuz i sleep and remember too.

7sprung up cuz i’ve been driven mad, glad, sad, and totally RAD. for as much as i wander i squander. time spilled into another day. pages left open but unread. dreams left unspoken but somehow said. this is why I say I’m sprung up! because i’ve been pressed and pushed down into the ground. WHAT has become WHEN. Because WHEN springs forth the map of promise! The restlessness is eventually awakened, as I pick up the pen. Sew to Bestow SPRUNG UP EMOTIONALLY ENOUGH TO TRANSMIT ALL SEVEN OF THESE FIBONACCI RINGS. ALL OF WHICH WERE RANDOM PROCESSES BAKING INTO MY MIND. The sound of love and the dream of the yo-yo does not have to return void.

WHENCREMETATE

❤ TAKE A LISTEN IF YOU CARE NOT READ – I ADDED A COUPLE OF EFFECTS FOR YOUR PLEASURE! ❤

https://soundcloud.com/jestereyesound/whencremetate

writing gives people to see themselves in ways they didn’t know-how. all of those subtle colors and tokens which reach deep within us can be explored and put to use when we involve ourselves in the process. the process isn’t always stable but nor is it chaotic. much like the beloved Toni Morrison eloquently put it: “Teaching is about taking things apart; writing is about putting things together.”

for as much as we learn, we are still afforded the chance to teach someone something we’ve learned. something that has personally helped us navigate a task that was particularly challenging but made much easier because we found a key. like a recipe to an easy meal which always shows up on time when the seasonings are ever so faithful to the script. to such a delight is this!

what are some of the ways you dare to be creative? firstly, we’d have to know what creation means. to be creative means willing to get it wrong or to be right and to have everyone think we’re wrong. creating springs forth a lounge room, for ideas which can inspire or challenge thought synthesis.

just imagine the day when Cre met Ate!

when cre met ate

they fancied a delirious date

Cre was dressed to the 9’s coming with 3 bold letters – ate was decked in the same fashion with 3 letters lashing.

it made perfect sense for them to join together – for they could not last alone another semester.

time had come for them to become one.

Cre & Ate became Create

it was then when something original found motion.

the cause became useful to the effect, prepared in the mind and now in action. knowledge brought to life imaginations history…

Cre knew beforehand how it could be free.

Ate knew it had swallow if it wanted to survive.

both of them like 3 and 9 rhymed with multiple charts sublime!

i have something to tell you but then again, nevermind. forget what i was just about to tell you because it doesn’t matter anymore. shrug it off your shoulders like a papered piece of lint. better yet, tap dance on the rap that was invited but not yet delivered. how could you refuse my denial to tell you what hasn’t been said? the life around us flutters into a distant yet numbering proxy.

random is a post like this but such is the random flow of words and concepts which come and go. which ones are worthy to be posted, however? how far does one go into determining the creed of its reason? i started to name this post ‘fluttering proxy’ (which came via a lovely and hilarious conversation i had) but i realize that title wouldn’t probably make a lot of sense. Some could argue that when Cre met Ate makes little sense too. 😀 It’s not until you read it until some difference is potentially made but whose gotten this far?

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Shucks of Influx

WELCOME TO THE SHUCKS OF INFLUX!

growing up in my household it was ok to say either “shucks’ or “shoot” as it was never acceptable to say “shit.” however, not saying ‘shit’ never made much sense to me. (well sometimes, when you ain’t saying shit – you’re at a safer distance to extra drama :D)

it made little sense to me as a child, seeing especially that it had the same first letter ‘s’ one of them really sounding offensive, after all to shoot is to kill. one of my earliest memories, is when my brother and i were jumping on my grandmother’s bed mattress, convinced that cursing couldn’t be bad if we substituted the curse word for something similar. instead of saying “got damn!” we’d say “got dang!” fudge you! you’re a burp! nah, you’re a beep and you’re telekinesis is raging! “etc, etc.

making up words or changing how you use them is pretty common among children and those that prefer not to use ‘4 letter words’. i hesitate to call them ‘curse’ words however, especially in the context of hitting your bare toe against a solid wood frame.

what word comes first to mind and then eventually out of your mouth when shift happens? i like to think of ‘shit’ as a shift or a burp in consciousness. it happens when you’re moving very fast and not with proper focus to your immediate surroundings. some still prefer to instead say “artichoke!” instead of using a word associated to vulgarity.

sheeeeiiiittttttttt – there is a crunch to such words but the sentiment is what reminds us that words are malleable.

“we don’t give a duck what u got on! we just wanna c u work that sexy body all night long!”

– 1+1+1 is 3

shoot: but only if you are willing to load the gun!

shoot: you almost hit the bulls eye!

shoot: you are close but only in mind, not in action.

aww shucks: oh, many plans that do not meet their end goals! another idea that made it into the draft folder. the folder filled with half-written promises with abbreviations (with unclear acronyms as their subjects) all hidden in the quotes of day to day conversations. another idea!!! one which missed the morning train, now you need a lift!

you know what’s OVERWHELMING? having to revive an old thing without new inspiration. it would be like, being expected to drink out of a glass that’s ALWAYS filled to the brim. you’re doomed to waste something on either you or the ground. this shouldn’t be surprising but we often are ‘shocked’ when the elemental orbits collide.

if we are mindful of the surface, we would fret to put so much weight onto one thing. you wouldn’t expect a table with a loose screw to hold up too long, would you? so, how is it that we expect of ourselves the burden of doing more?

at some point you have to wonder, why am i rushing? what am i trying to prove? the calendar and stopwatch is looking at you demanding a result. sloppy or fine or we gonna make it on time?

We sometimes enter the shucks of influx when we run into the conscious demands of reality and fantasy. however, it’s no real reason why we can’t obtain what’s written in our dreams. the draft folder doesn’t have to be as big as it is. if by being obedient to attention we can truly change the dynamics of our circumstance. procrastinating is a scratch that never becomes solved. the misery of sloth is a crippling sensation but yooooooo! it’s time to gooooooo. yoga is now yooo, gooo! whip your hip to the trip that will make you flip!

for horrid is the knife that doesn’t cut and takes longer to get through. the more agile you are, the less you are stuck to a sticky couch that commands more consumption and less creation.

lately my pen has been sewing needle, which means the connections are unfurling – push the button and let’s stay connected. this is an ongoing movement but we have the tools capable of manifestation – so, yo!!!!!….GO!

Weave In // Weave Out

If you steer too far right you eventually gonna get left. Stay in your lane and don’t spare too many of your pennies on the counter. When all is summarized – everything is gonna need to be accounted for. To every cent that is gained- it is measured a collective sum. It all counts, homie! Put every ounce of your passion in conveying the message to the heart. What you say carries merit. These words mean something and the demonstration of them are the essences of honesty.

What you say is recorded, what you do is embedded in the memories of your selection. Be on the look out. Draw your vision and dream boards. Plan ahead and do your thing! Like sewing, a button on a shirt…everything goes in and goes out…..

I’m gonna weave in and weave out. All while remaining present in my spelling and posture of delivery. I’m gonna be cool and own the space around me. Not finding too much closure in the loose ends but enough to be fitted in the time of my arrival. I’m gonna look into the eyes of those who I transfer a message and understand the writing on the walls. I won’t be plagued by the seemingly impossible but brought to light by reality.

I’m gonna come around the corner and jump the block. Nothing is gonna stop my determination because integrity in myself is fueling my acceleration. In and out. Stop and finish. A game that the two of us can play if we learn to be cool. Cool is not sweating the phases of life in whatever way they show. You know, weave in and weave out.YES