Transdisciplinary weaving encompasses vast domains within a singular methodology. Image making, architecture, technology, language, narrative, sculpture, garment, movement, and time are all integrated at the loom. I imagine this as a radical specificity in which focus offers an expansive vision.
We are weaving ideas based on everyone's different perspectives on the readings because most of us come from diverse backgrounds.
The official hobby for a Badass.
Badasket Weaving is to Badassery as Bitchcraft is to Bitchery.
A new music genre kicking off by it's founder: Lee Writes.
Lee Writes started out just by writing underground poetry over rap beats he'd produce for 10 years.
It wasn't until then that, the discovery of this new GENRE kicked off on the night of 2/25/22 at around 3:00 in the middle of the night.
Here's a better idea of what this new ground-breaking music GENRE is.
"SOUND-WEAVE" is multiple melodies that are cut "half-time", and go in "sync" with added effects giving mood, and ENERGY. (Energy is a MAJOR if not only SIGNATURE) part in "SOUND-WEAVING". There's many elements that go into this, "REVERSE", "MANIPULATION", "TRANSITION", and even when melodies "BREAK" apart forming different "TRANSFORMATIONS". I hope you enjoy "SOUND-WEAVE" and the different elements that come into place within' such emotional compositions.
Mike: What is Sound-Weave?
Random Guy: Sound-Weave is the music that really questions your reality. It's like a "mental trip" but, with sounds. You should check it out bro.
Chorus
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
Verse 1
On that day, when the sky fell away
Our world came to an end
In our eyes did a fading sun rise
In the dark, glimmering shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between
Stretching out beyond time
Rising up, as a chorus of souls finds a voice
Flickering through the void
These little sparks cling on to life
Everyone caught in the struggle
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames
Scattering ashes to the wind
Pre-Chorus
Every soul contains a whisper of light
Gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight
No escape, no greater fate to be made
In the end, the chains of time will not break
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Chorus
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
Verse 2
As fate spins a thread without end
New life draws its first breath
Blossoming in a soil reclaimed from the past
Where destiny holds fast
Here where we stand, hand clenched in hand
Everyone caught in the struggle
This is the day we finally find our way
Stepping into our tomorrow
Your Nintendo switch after you booted up SSBU:
Chorus
COLOURS WEAVE INTO A SPIRE OF FLAME
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
Verse 1
On that day, when the sky fell away
Our world came to an end
In our eyes did a fading sun rise
In the dark, glimmering shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between
Stretching out beyond time
Rising up, as a chorus of souls finds a voice
Flickering through the void
These little sparks cling on to life
Everyone caught in the struggle
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames
Scattering ashes to the wind
To not have had a weave in your hair before. Most common in black beauty. Used in an episode of the Snapchat show FACE FORWARD when a client never had a weave before. Also a drag queen lineeeeee
Note: not the same as never before having a wig.
Person 1: What’s it like to have a weave?
Person 2: Omg! Are you for real? Have you not had a weave?
Person 1: Nah gal
Person 2: I didn’t know you were a weave virgin!
Following a one night stand where the lady ends up with cum in her hair, this is the process of gathering the crusty chunks of her hair into a loose plait or pony tail before the walk of shame
This guy blew so much spunk into my hair last night that I had to do some serious willow weaving befor3 getting out of there
The art of female masturbation.
Victoria had come home from work to find the bed soaking.
"Mary, have you been weaving your own yoghurt again?"