And suddenly you remember that once upon a time you felt.
May I never marry out of hate nor love. May I never marry out of hate nor love. May I never marry out of hate nor love.
Say it again.
Well, well, well what do we got here; nothing, let me just sit here.
Of all things in the whole world my little bits are the most kosher of them all.
Am I an alcoholic for drinking my blood.
Stranger: Are you a satanist.
Me: Because in despite of its respectable power it is never going to be me.
Stranger: Where were you on Friday evening starting before sunset.
Stranger: Not guilty.
Me: I know.
Stranger: Are you a zionist.
Me: Because I like to think that I could wear a tallit to cover my hair from catching an embarrassment with dirty ass fake servant’s wigs.
“Let me not kick you because I wanna get you up but rather to be certain that you’re not gonna get up.”
Once I get out of this country and reunite with my people; DO NOT think a second that I will be missing this place, nor any of you scumbags. My decision has been made, and, for GOOD—until the END.