Come on Eileen, don’t you know what I mean?
Like “blot blot blot”
I flaunt it…America’s most wanted…live on TV…
Like pleasure and pain, stuck in this game,,calling my name…
Happiness is a warm gun..
When I hold you, in my arm, and I feel my finger on your trigger,, I know..
Nobody can do me no harm..
So be gone.
A day of thanks… capitalize on it
THANKS.
The open stores are the ones run by foreigners, because it’s just a fuckin Thursday to them.
And how do they behave?
How is Ali when I stroll into his Lebanese establishment?
He’s nice as fuck.
He’s friendly as fuck.
Just like he always is to me.
Always.
Rain or shine.
He’ll bash the image of a secret terrorist,and I’ll bash the image of a Xenophobic hickfuck.
“We had a little hiccup, some redneck hickfuck”
New word.. I like it… copyright
HickFuck.
Buncha flags flying today…
Like the entire community got together and said
“NOBODY IS CHOPPING OFF MY SON’S PENIS TODAY!!”
Alas… your children’s genitals are safe for another day…
Fantastic.
I’m glad..
Now let’s see how well them kids behave in this here workforce..
Let’s see em swing that hammer,
Let’s see em on the scaffolding…
Yawn…
Give thanks…
“As for me, and my house, we will serve the Lord”
Your body is a temple..
So as for me,, and my house..
I will spit rage.
I’ll spit it, so I don’t have to walk around with it..
God I love my cat..
I love how he reads me.
I get some bizarre sense, and I know this is crazy,,,this is cuckoo..
The little bastard wants me to feel better.
If I’m in some mood, he just, he knows…
That’s when he comes around, headbutts my hand, looks up and makes eye contact…
You spiritual little motherfucker you….
You strange energy, sent from somewhere else..
I love you.
Tell the world after I’m gone,,,
Tell em I’m sorry.
Remind them that none of it was real,
And it’s all fiction.
Remind them that it was only about hearing the click clack sound of the keyboard..
Maybe they would forgive me,,,probably not,,but maybe..
You never learned to do anything right, you merely learned all the ways to do it wrong..
So…
Stuck in a swamp you are..
But it’s a day of thanks.
Thankful for no Indian raids..
Native American.,…
Thankful for the strong arm of whitey.
The fucking will on this shade…
The “GIMME GIMME GIMME”
Move mountains…
Build pyramids..
Enslave Lessers…
You feel guilty about being white?
Personally, I think it’s a waste of time,, judging by skin color …
But
We’re the worst.
By far.
Maybe not you, maybe not me,
But if we’re lumping by skin color?
For sure.
I said once “treat people like individuals , because that’s what they are”
I like that phrase.
Helps manage the overwhelming feelings of numbers.
SO I typed….for 6 minutes..
And i felt better..
dawn 