Stranger: What about the Ten Commandments.
Me: What about them.
Stranger: Explain.
Me: Psh, with my eyes closed, thought it goes without saying.
Stranger: What about the Ten Commandments.
Me: What about them.
Stranger: Explain.
Me: Psh, with my eyes closed, thought it goes without saying.
“Please there is no need to take off your gloves, hat, nor coat in here. No really there is no need to bother yourself in here. Oh no please really there is no need to make yourself feel like that in here,” moral of the story—give it up; keep your gloves, hats, and coats on.
This is the problem with this century is that we have two worlds to manage so wathever is transmitted through one world does not necessarily suggest the reality of the other.
Stranger: What’s so funny.
Me: An ex who still whines about you even after you’ve gone off the map for over a year—and I just feel like it’s pretty fucking hilarious isn’t it—shut the fuck up.
Look at this finger and come here, smell it it’s clean, now let me tell you a secret; Everyday I pray of gratitude that I wasn’t born in your image.
Yes I have a home and it’s a lovely home; but, I want to take this lovely home and go home.
An ignorant racist dumbass might one day be knocking on your door asking about the relation of your ethnicity and skin colour; listen, you wanna talk colours let me take a shot. A black colored person is Black, a white colored person is White, and a yellow colored person is Asian. These are found in, and called the three main races—the mainstream. Now, if you blend that shit it gives you a whole spectrum of mixed colours which over time had been linked to certain tribes that has come to be easily identifiable. These tribes fall into the subraces and one of these subraces is my race—the Jew race.
Let alone the mixture of burnt tires, vomit and cheese and already her nose couldn’t stop gagging.
I don’t mean to judge, but you know when some family members bring home some people and there is no way you can help yourself but think; “What is this.” Yup, I’ve said it. Now laugh.
The shame of a breakup does not lie in the matter of the subjects but in how beautifully it brings out the faces of people’s ugliness.