Niles Heron


Detroit Native. San Francisco Import. Writer, Irresponsible with language. Poet, Disrespectful towards convention. Reverent of lineage. Teacher. Student. Backseat DJ. Gramatically correct (ish). A dreamer. A believer. I'm fascinated with stories, and so I tell them. Some of them are mine to tell, and some of them aren't. None of them are lies, though, so long as you feel spoken to.

Never Judge A Book By Its Cover — Or You’ll Burn In Hell Probably

I wanted to take a moment to remind everyone (myself included) of some things that go against the word per the bible.

Shaving your beard or head (Lev 21:5),
cursing or blaspheming (re: “OMG,” Eph 5:4),
football on Saturdays (Exo 20:8),
eating lobster or pork (Lev 11:7 and 10),
Sabbath on Sundays (Thanks, Constantine),
gossip (Lev 19:16),
cotton-polyester blends (linen/wool, Lev 19:19),
speaking with, touching, or otherwise sharing space with women during their ‘monthly week of impurity.’ (Lev 15:19-20).

Oh. And the same way you’re supposed to stone homosexuals, you should also stone:

1) Women who are not virgins when married (Deutero 22:13-21),
2) adulterers (Deutero 22:23-24),
3) children who disobey their parents (Deutero 21:18-21),
4) those who break the sabbath [see above, re: Saturday] (Numb 15:32-56),
5) those who curse the King [read: President] (1 Kings 21:10)

A few notes in parting:

Women who never have children are damned to hell (1 Tim 2:15),
and Males are, pennies to pounds, worth more than females (Lev: 27:1-7 for the breakdown).
God once smote 70,000 Israelites for taking a census (1 Chron 21:1-14),
and just as God killed every living thing in Soddom and Gomorrah for acts of homosexuality in Genesis, all sexual immorality merits an eternity in flames (Jude 1:7).

I guess my point is that…. uhh…. so…. word.

We should clearly create legislature based on the letter of the law expressed in this book.

I want this shirt.

It’s all Misha’s fault.

I want this shirt.

It’s all Misha’s fault.

Happy Mother’s Day, to her. (Taken with instagram)

Happy Mother’s Day, to her. (Taken with instagram)

Faggot-Newton

Huey Newton was assassinated. And then they let him live out the rest of his life in a down-spiral. He was militant. He was aggressive. He was a misogynist. He was a bigot. He was a freedom fighter. He was an activist. He was a black fist. My complexion. Forced up through the dirt covering a shallow grave. He was human. He was wrong about many things. He was right about as many or more.

Read this if you have time, and examine the corollary between what Huey said in this speech and what we as a culture (specifically within our black community) have done to the issue of homosexuality. Place it along side what our President said this week.

I’m not telling you how to feel, but just telling you that you should always remember how to feel.



(Speech c/o History is a Weapon)

Regarding The Women’s Liberation and Gay Liberation Movements Speech given by Huey Newton, founder of the Black Panthers, August 15, 1970

“During the past few years strong movements have developed among women and among homosexuals seeking their liberation. There has been some uncertainty about how to relate to these movements.

Whatever your personal opinions and your insecurities about homosexuality and the various liberation movements among homosexuals and women (and I speak of the homosexuals and women as oppressed groups), we should try to unite with them in a revolutionary fashion. I say ” whatever your insecurities are” because as we very well know, sometimes our first instinct is to want to hit a homosexual in the mouth, and want a woman to be quiet. We want to hit a homosexual in the mouth because we are afraid that we might be homosexual; and we want to hit the women or shut her up because we are afraid that she might castrate us, or take the nuts that we might not have to start with.

We must gain security in ourselves and therefore have respect and feelings for all oppressed people. We must not use the racist attitude that the White racists use against our people because they are Black and poor. Many times the poorest White person is the most racist because he is afraid that he might lose something, or discover something that he does not have. So you’re some kind of a threat to him. This kind of psychology is in operation when we view oppressed people and we are angry with them because of their particular kind of behavior, or their particular kind of deviation from the established norm.

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Anonymous asked: Isn't it an obvious crime to place a mind in a small box?

Is selling drugs an obvious crime? It’s supply and demand. It’s someone’s life that the seller might be ruining, but the buyer is choosing it. Who are we to tell someone how to best live their life? It’s a choice for a drug-user to climb into the box of substance abuse. No matter how difficult the cycle of addiction is. It’s almost unilaterally a cycle that can be traced back to a point of poor decision making (whether or not influenced by whatever tragic circumstances)…

I heard a sermon by a particularly fiery preacher at my cousin’s church in Perris, CA earlier this year. It was one of those things that affects your spirit’s composition. Like, I left feeling like I had taken on on water, and lost 10 pounds. I don’t know how else to describe it.

I love those sermons/moments/people/smiles/sunsets.

But not to make this answer something other than what you asked, here:

One of the points that the Reverend’s (whose name escapes me right now) sermon touched on is that you can call him whatever you want. Anything. You can call him a bitch, a liar, an adulterer, a false prophet, or a non-believer. You could call him a nigger, or a wetback, or anything in between.

And no matter what you say, it will be his choice to respond to that.

It’s not what they call you, it’s what you answer to.

You can put a mind in any box you want, on any shelf you want, in any storage container that makes you feel safe. But you’re just calling it a name… It was never in that container, or on that shelf, and you were never protected from it (save power-system-institutional things like jail or slavery or oppression)… unless of course that mind chose to answer when it was called out of name.

I’m rambling. But I hope that makes sense.

The most frequent boxes that our minds end up in are the ones we are placed in as children to form the shape our minds grow into. The things we learn from our carnivorous culture as we grow up that turn us into North Carolina.

If it’s an obvious crime to put a mind in a box, then our country is indictable as a whole.

Me, my mother, and my Dashiki starter kit. #ThrowbackThursdays (Taken with instagram)

Me, my mother, and my Dashiki starter kit. #ThrowbackThursdays (Taken with instagram)

When I was young,

my father took me outside,

we would walk out to the top of the hill

and he would get down on his knees next to me.

he would take me by the forearm, and

use my fingers to paint maps in the sky.

Drawing lines between holes

in the bottom of heaven

He taught me to find stars…

against darkness…

He trained me

to find you.

—For Casseopeia. (7.30)

Iraqi boy in an orphanage drew his mother and slept in her arms - Imgur

Sometimes pictures aren’t worth any words at all.

And sometimes they fill you with words.

And then other times, pictures will strip you to your soles and leave you without the breath it takes to breathe out.

This is one of the last kinds of pictures.

And I know that this kind of thing just happens in the world.

But I also know that there has to be some increased likelihood that this child… drew his mother on the floor in chalk and curled fetal next to her

— that he will wake up with the right side of his body covered in his memories of mommy —

because of a US missle, or tank, or other insurgency-justified action.

While we were complaining that twitter was fat-whaled and unavailable.

Pray tonight. To whomever you think it’s appropriate to do that to. Say thank you. And then pray for him.

Iraqi boy in an orphanage drew his mother and slept in her arms - Imgur

Sometimes pictures aren’t worth any words at all.

And sometimes they fill you with words.

And then other times, pictures will strip you to your soles and leave you without the breath it takes to breathe out.

This is one of the last kinds of pictures.

And I know that this kind of thing just happens in the world.

But I also know that there has to be some increased likelihood that this child… drew his mother on the floor in chalk and curled fetal next to her

— that he will wake up with the right side of his body covered in his memories of mommy —

because of a US missle, or tank, or other insurgency-justified action.

While we were complaining that twitter was fat-whaled and unavailable.

Pray tonight. To whomever you think it’s appropriate to do that to. Say thank you. And then pray for him.

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BLK. Water is the first water to harness the power of fulvic trace minerals. When added to water, it turns black naturally and delivers electrolytes, trace minerals, and a high pH to you without any carbs, calories, or sugar. Grab one today and experience the dark side. 

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