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A girl riding hard for adventure with glamour and style.

This limited edition TIME cover features a hand-drawn illustration by Pablo Stanley inspired by Disco Boto (Roboto #6659) adventuring through the jungle in search of the meaning and genesis of all botos. Will they find it?

The Decentraland username TimeSquare, which is also the ENS subdomain `TimeSquare.dcl.eth`.

Delectables by [foodmasku](https://opensea.io/foodmasku) are generated food masks offered as unique pieces of collectible art on the Ethereum blockchain.

This super-dope Deebie transported here using cyber tech and is bored of seeing streetwear while carrying a golden yeti.

A piece of art for my good friend Mango to celebrate their birthday. :)

Happy Birthday! And here's to many many more!

Love your vibes. Keep on rocking them.

Wessel '21

@The_Poet

♊️Sun | ♒️Moon  | *She/Her*  

Birthday: June 2    

Passionate. Sociable. Expressive.  
Open mic nights, pop up events, last minute invites.  
Loves to get lost in her city and discover new places.  

Bitbones are all dressed up with nowhere to go except into your NFT collection. Only 1000 Bitbones will ever be minted. New attire will be added each drop. 99 Bitbones will be dropped at a time. Every 100th Bitbone will be animated. Each Bitbone is one of a kind.

What is it about food on a table that brings out the best and worst of us? Is it that we each bring our baggage with us, our weekly woes, our resentments and attestations? Or is it because we so deeply want to let that baggage go by being with people who help us forget, yet sometimes also force us to remember?

When our family gets together at Mom’s place, our dinner becomes a reality tv show. From Lashaundra spitting out profanities with a mouth full of rice and peas, to Nanny trying to film anyone slipping up to use it as blackmail, there really never is a dull moment. 

When I think of our family drama, Leonardo DaVinci’s The Last Supper comes to mind. People have been fighting over dinner tables since the beginning of time. I always loved the expressions of the faces of the apostles standing around the table. How outraged they look, how utterly pissed off. In the center sits Jesus, his face looking so different from the others. Despondent, defeated, fatigued. I mean I get it, I would feel the same way if I knew that someone from my inner circle would betray me. What do you do when the people who you hold closest are the ones that cause you the most pain? Do you learn how to break bread over your differences, or do you find a way to bury them?

Alter ego: Makeba

As a woman of color, I have always felt like I have had to defend my body. It began with the stares, then the whistles, then the gropes. Then the demands for the attention to be reciprocated, followed by the anger when it was not delivered. 

But then I became tired. I became tired of men assuming that my body was theirs to touch, to grab, to call. I was tired of men claiming me with their eyes, using their gaze to take what was not given to them. These are subtle acts of control and power that are so deeply entrenched in patriarchal systems and equally in our social fabric. And I became tired of fighting them, so tired that there were times that I gave in. In those moments, I knew that I was being pulled away from the woman that I wanted to be.

For years, society told me that my black body was meant to be fetishized and exoticized. That I was only suited to be token, object and other. And although I knew that they were wrong, what do you do when the world around you makes you think that they are right?

However, with the global reckoning for racial justice and equality that we have seen over the years, I soon learnt that I was not alone - that I was actually one of many. Because, like me, women all over the world were tired -  and have been for a long time. 

Equipped with my own artillery and backed by an army of badass women, I am able to reclaim the power that was taken from me. I have learnt how to create my own representations, own my differences, and stand up for what is mine while also paying homage to the women who dared to stand before me so that I can now stand beside them.

I have learnt how to celebrate my body, my sexuality, my soul, my essence. My body is mine to carry, to love, to decorate, to celebrate. 

Everyday I walk into my power and manifest the strong, vibrant and resilient woman that I am. The woman that I always wanted to be. 

Alter ego: Maya


Robopets are loyal companions to all Robotos who join them in their adventures. Robopets share a trait with their Roboto parent, but they’re all unique in their own way.

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