Pangea’s Garden - the Afrosensual Aesthetic/
Hey, Lotus. I think my twists could use some tightenin’ up. Can you hook me up? Yeah, Masai. But not here, in the other room. You feel me? Yeah… I feel you… Early in the morning, in that room (you know… the one in the back where all of the stuff you don’t throw away is put because you don’t know what to do with it) earthSista Lotus began to carefully twist the strands of hair of the new earthBrotha Masai. The dawning sun pierced the blinds of the windows that had no curtains painting streaks of lights on the couch, the couple and collection of drawings and sketches…