Here's what I gotta say-
You niggers think you're 'hard' smoking this shit they call crystal meth and heroin-? Chug some fuckin Delsym cough syrup before they mass-manufuck-sure that up just like they are well-done with weed already.
Look up 'speiss' nyuggas- read some Modessit or some shit on the days you're not slaving your bleak attenuation of meagerly portioned awareness doing this bullshit these slavedrivers call 'life' like its some needle in your ballsack you should be chompin at the bit to infest the earth with.
Well we learn from the best!
PS The bible is a systematic indoctrination to the 'pleasures of enjoying your American slave life!'- notice Job had his shit STRAIGHT til God's straightup 'well don't forget i'll fuckin kill you if I want to' and whoaaaah homey gets whipped back into line for another 120+ years~!
Just teaches you to accept the 'bridesmaid- the only solution- isn't it amaaazing~?' mentality where you watch everyone else climb above and over you and 'learn to smile for them' or 'just smile regardless *sigggh oh my moral fibers dough*'
There's lot more I say, said, and do on the subject just by persisting in the direction of possibility, rational deduction, observance, truth, and all that shit most people never have the time to tackle years on end on nd off in a sustained uphill battle, steaming, with mounting forces striving to end this...
If I ain't kept miserable though, well hell I might enjoy my life too much to exercise this passive observance of the collective consciousness' blind spot, hand on hilt awaiting the darker emanations to- well maybe I just like havin nyugga's backs whether they like it or not.... somethin I see too fuckin little of.
Hmmm although it occurs to me, that would make sense if they truly had my back covered; and I have been shown undue mercy and patience from the subjects of my hatred... darkness... bouts of failing human form flinging blood and shit in defiance..? Reflex habit, idk- only been born once lately and got compromised early and deep.
Good God is it hard for me to feel that same fire of faith and pride, in something that has shown me how little- so little, so much- all the friggin time like another fuckin embryotic womb around my drying hollow womb curling beneath the sun, was just what the dildo ordered.