“Give me them points.”
If anything they make us prouder by confirming and reminding us our rights and position louder.
When was the last time you walked up in a health care institute and was greeted with a basket of granola and water—sounds crazy isn’t it.
And anyone who strikes feelings of terror at an oppressor for peace and justice with/without a beard.
No bra—à l’aise quoi.
When anything you do, you are can be explained, excused by a simple formula; “I’m Jewish.”
The insult version of the spirituality.
The patients are now proud, competing over who’s got the worse illness, then one woman confidently said; “I have chemo,” and still I couldn’t tell.
The less you know about someone’s love relationship the better this said relationship is.
With dirty open wrists dripping, and later stitched into battle scars I never begged for pills. But a clean ass punk gets a foot in and comes back stuffed like there’s no tomorrow.