Do the Mash The Genre Remash - 75p

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlKuuYNDB9g

Expression Yourself- 50p

1. Attention Getting. The face expands and makes itself visible to grasp attention.
2. Lonesome. The face becomes long, and lone, making itself like a "one".
3. The face has a arrogant attitude to it, trying to make itself a bit shine in a "curvy" manner.
4. "Oh really". The face has a skeptical and non-believing manner to it, nodding in to knowing more than whats expected.
5."Bummed". The face is disappointing and slouching, not hopeful and depressed after a disappointment.
6. MAD. The face is making itself known, and nodding in as if attacking anothers space.
7. Nefarious Mad Scientist. The face has a scheming quality and is looking with discernment.
8. Sincere. The face has a considering manner, and seems to want to give a reassuring strong feeling.
9. Contemplating. The face is reserved, thinking on some deep matter.
10. Depressed. The face is down and out, crying, have made himself uncontrollably vulnerable and open as evidenced by the soft frontal and open hole at the back of his head.

Words and Image-25p

Nikki-Rosa

BY NIKKI GIOVANNI

childhood remembrances are always a drag   

if you’re Black

you always remember things like living in Woodlawn   

with no inside toilet

and if you become famous or something

they never talk about how happy you were to have   

your mother

all to yourself and

how good the water felt when you got your bath   

from one of those

big tubs that folk in chicago barbecue in   

and somehow when you talk about home   

it never gets across how much you

understood their feelings

as the whole family attended meetings about Hollydale

and even though you remember

your biographers never understand

your father’s pain as he sells his stock   

and another dream goes

And though you’re poor it isn’t poverty that

concerns you

and though they fought a lot

it isn’t your father’s drinking that makes any difference   

but only that everybody is together and you

and your sister have happy birthdays and very good   

Christmases

and I really hope no white person ever has cause   

to write about me

because they never understand

Black love is Black wealth and they’ll

probably talk about my hard childhood

and never understand that

all the while I was quite happy

An Outside Toiltet of sorts, maybe like the one she was referring too.

 A stressed black man in the great depression, sharing im sure, similar pains of heartache as a father she described

Some children, extremely happy as children are despite their circumstances

Black love.

 A nice meal soon to be, not much, but enough to satisfy the heart.

The love between a black mother and child.

Think You Know my Avatar - 25p

Name: Ripe-Raspberry Rotten-Cherrys
Age: 19
Game Genre: Sandbox

   Ripe-Raspberry Rotten-Cherry(RRRc) is a self described "Schoolyard Revolutionary battling to end indefinitely the oppressive masculine essence involved in heterosexual love. She patrols her college campus around the clock with pamphlets full of information as to why heterosexual relationships are wrong and always lead to bad outcomes, ex-soviet spetnaz sargent trained combatant skills, and for late night encounters a deadly 'Killer Kupid 4000 Nitrogenous Oxide propelling crossbow'.
    RRRc was once a 'die hard' lover, a romanticist to a 19th century novelist degree, spending her days writing extensive diary entries about her boyfriend Tomathen. She mesmerized about Tomathen hours into the night, texting him 24/7 to check up on him and to confess her love profusely, and was extremely delighted to have been responded back for the 3rd time that week about a date to the movies that Friday night. The movie went fine, hand holding during, and after a hand holding walk to the local park and nice hand holding experience on a bench under a dim sidewalk light. The whole experience was perfect as in her dreams, until Tomathen made a move... Gently pecking RRRc on her cheek, she went ballistic, fending off Tomathen for her life she thought. Tomathen confused and startled, asking whats wrong, was met with a 2 liter soda bottle size, pepper spray can to the pupils. Ever since then RRRc has been a anti-heterosexual relationship activist.
   RRRc is ready for whatever, down for only her female sisteren, and out for the evil oppressive male essence. She'll do anything to protect the woman kind, even to go as far as piercing the left- pectoral muscle, through the rib cage, and mystifying the heart of any creeping man looking to take advantage of a unsuspecting lady of true love (She's asexual, but is openly supportive of the "L" at lgbt conventions). Alternating between smiles for females and mugs for males in public, this femme-fatal is definateley not the one to be messed around with.

Think you know my Avatar -25p

Name: Valeri Delorius Ta'dashia
Age: 22
Game Genre: Life Simulation

    Valeri is a young college dropout from Connecticut with a strong knack for alcohol, prescription drugs, and random, frequent, unprotected sex. Though you wouldn't think so from observing Valeri on the outside, where she presents this "Sun-shiny" ( as her oblivious father would call it) innocent facade. She comes from a very conservative household, with a widely popular city counsel man father, making a bid for mayor and a reserved, typical, house wife mother who would only speak when she was asked and if she did, nothing ever out of the ordinary; which was something Valeri had spotted from a young age, annoyed her existence, and drove her to do what she's doing now.
    Arriving at NYU, she quickly fell into the surrounding high paced party life surrounding her in the city. Immersing herself in the lights and glamour of the upper class environment down to the ratchediness and grime of the hysterical parties in underground ghetto night clubs, owned by wealthy gangsters and major drug dealers. Shes now enjoying , much to her detriment, the pure deaf'ness of overblown sound systems and overdose levels of dangerous drugs.
    Benefiting from the never ending floor of her now Mayor Fathers bank account much to his bewildered dismay as her soft hearted Mother is secretly granting her access to, she has an unlimited access to dangerous drugs. Always just wanting to escape from the restrictive order she was born into, Valeri now finds herself free in a self chained prison of fast living and bad influences.

Think you know my avatar- 25p

Name: Georgio Vasquez
age: 67
Game Genre: covert Spy drama

      Vasquez is an old man from Honduras who has spent the last 31 years of his life incarcerated in a secret department of Guantanamo Bay, Department SG-87. As a young boy until his mid teens, he had mobile existence, supporting his Mother's always on the go street cart business, where they cooked Baboon calf's on the spot and sliced mildly fresh pineapple fruits. Seeing his mother suffer so much trying to provide a decent existence for him at all cost, eventually suffering to failing health, he always was on the swivel, to spot a opportunity that could help them. One day his mother fell ill to an unknown disease, and was unable to continue the business. Vasquez was beyond stressed for both of their survival. Receiving an anonymous tip from their last customer and their last nickel, Vasquez no stranger to long trips, traveled 32 miles to meet a "company where he could make some quick fast dough. This was the beginning....
        This company supplied him with a job of transporting a package of drugs to a number of locations across the country. So busy in trying to stack the necessary dollars to save his mother, he was unable to visit until it came time for him to drop a package off at his home town. There he found his mother dead from the disease ( unbeknownst to him, the anonymous tipper, also tiped a bit of the deadly giogiandium drug off into their baboon calf dinner that night), Vasquez was petrified with emotional pain. Unable to move for days, until his boss, the once antonymous tipper, paid him a visit. He said he'd give him a promotion.
          For the next decade, Vasquez had been transporting the drug back and forth from central and North America, eventually becoming a efficient transporter, often making trips in days a load. He was also extremely deadly, something the U.S. Government was aware of, and boxed him in one day, sending him to Guantanamo Bay Department SG-87 to rot for the next 31 years where he bust out packing himself into a box of license plates, and jumping out of the plane with a conveniently placed parachute from the packaging hanger, landing in the Arizona desert, where he's now roaming trying to get across the boarder back to Honduras.