Here is the link for my folktale
.http://www.archive.org/details/Folktale_17
The purpose of this blog is for students to practice integrating social theory, empirical data, and artistic and personal expression, all within multi-media formats for the purpose of social change. (Kari Lerum, summer 2010, BIS 490).
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Broken Paradise
Here is the link to my story- It was quite clear on my computer at home but seems a little fuzzy now.... hope it clears up!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=913DodlibmM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=913DodlibmM
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Externally Outkast
Below the video is the poem that would be read during the time span between 2:32 - 4:39
Chello pounds of fist on door
punch to core
no breath, air gasps, lying in blood on cold...floor
you ain't nothing but a worthless WHORE!!! BITCH!
with each punch, each stomp, each...fractured limb
SNAP! SNAP!
bone marrows crying
mommy is screaming, begging and bleeding and then...
daddy wants sex
genitals hard swollen with volcano rush...
but as if all that wasn't enough
mommy is 2 months prior till birth as...
daddy's raving philippics disburse...hear-drums within her bloodied ear
...mommies psalm of quake
the reaper knocked but to no avail when mommy had him
her internals battered and bruised within exterior blue due to daddy's artistry
saturday nights were the worst and...he never came with blooms from the planet
instead dressed down for suitable time with this dime-piece gurgling bar cocks named...
frisky
stirring his thing round and round marinating mommy's linens and and frisky's ear with....
delightful mythological lullaby shit, frisky's cheap eye shadow, lipstick, jezebel and sperm juice
un-condemned while smoking cigars that read, "IT'S A BOY!" and "FATHER FOR THE FIRST TIME"
beer goggles, wine and women fogged his vision...
no welcome at moderate temperature for mommy and son just...
stank smells of ass crack satiating the air with funk and cum
her prayers as strength in defense she...enkindled the linens...then made bed of purity
laid son with suspend conciousness down
as she swallowed salt from quiet tears
watching as her love, fears, sacrifice, pain and sorrow
lie there in this...
fresh internal spirit and new delicate outer covering inhaling wind from God's sky
mommies...
little warrior..
like...
her...
Today …
I stand with
the rusted chains of...
daddy's generational silhouttes dissolved and omitted
by inner strength
with declaration that..
daddy and I will never be..
twins in addiction destined for demise by..
liquefied demons...
Mommy and I survivors whom have...
turned tragedy to triumph
whose scars are now….
Externally outkast
Chello pounds of fist on door
punch to core
no breath, air gasps, lying in blood on cold...floor
you ain't nothing but a worthless WHORE!!! BITCH!
with each punch, each stomp, each...fractured limb
SNAP! SNAP!
bone marrows crying
mommy is screaming, begging and bleeding and then...
daddy wants sex
genitals hard swollen with volcano rush...
but as if all that wasn't enough
mommy is 2 months prior till birth as...
daddy's raving philippics disburse...hear-drums within her bloodied ear
...mommies psalm of quake
the reaper knocked but to no avail when mommy had him
her internals battered and bruised within exterior blue due to daddy's artistry
saturday nights were the worst and...he never came with blooms from the planet
instead dressed down for suitable time with this dime-piece gurgling bar cocks named...
frisky
stirring his thing round and round marinating mommy's linens and and frisky's ear with....
delightful mythological lullaby shit, frisky's cheap eye shadow, lipstick, jezebel and sperm juice
un-condemned while smoking cigars that read, "IT'S A BOY!" and "FATHER FOR THE FIRST TIME"
beer goggles, wine and women fogged his vision...
no welcome at moderate temperature for mommy and son just...
stank smells of ass crack satiating the air with funk and cum
her prayers as strength in defense she...enkindled the linens...then made bed of purity
laid son with suspend conciousness down
as she swallowed salt from quiet tears
watching as her love, fears, sacrifice, pain and sorrow
lie there in this...
fresh internal spirit and new delicate outer covering inhaling wind from God's sky
mommies...
little warrior..
like...
her...
Today …
I stand with
the rusted chains of...
daddy's generational silhouttes dissolved and omitted
by inner strength
with declaration that..
daddy and I will never be..
twins in addiction destined for demise by..
liquefied demons...
Mommy and I survivors whom have...
turned tragedy to triumph
whose scars are now….
Externally outkast
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
An Opportunity For Re-Growth
Here is my personal digital story, I am hoping I uploaded it correctly :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSC0tX7Qwhg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSC0tX7Qwhg
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Dine with Diane
This is a story about the Cabbage Patch Restaurant in Snohomish, WA.If you look at the pictures on the website, you will see the dress, Diane's dress.
http://www.cabbagepatchrestaurant.com/
My Story
http://www.archive.org/details/MyStory_522
This is my story about finding ones' Secret Garden. I hope that you enjoy!
best,
Jacquelynn
This is my story about finding ones' Secret Garden. I hope that you enjoy!
best,
Jacquelynn
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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