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Now I'm wondering what the fuck they did to Obama

Some shit he can never talk about bro.

Some shit,

What they do to Kamala?

For real!

White supremacy is on some psychological terrorism shit,

They don't even gotta touch you no more .

They'll kill you with your own fucking mind

Frequencies and shit

The brain is electric.

And the soul is not always attached.

Your whole ass soul can abandon ship on some trauma shit—

Real fuckig talk.

I leave my body a little bit every time I'm in the subway

“No.”

Some shit you don't want to see

Some shit you can't talk about

My soul like “bye”

I'm like “bitch, where you going?”

“See you later”

What the fuck, bitch!?

“Find me.”

My soul gone.

Fuck this world—

Fuck this body right now.

Whatever you're putting it through is WRONG.

Meanwhile,

I'm on the stationary bike for like two hours cause I had fucking cream of wheat last night—

And watched bad girls club the day before.

I'm telling you. I love bad girls club.

I'm trying to calorie deficit myself into affording a peloton.

Then I can sit In my livingroom. Watching bad girls club for visualization

It's like body shopping,

Half the time I can't even understand what these fucking Broads are saying,

cause they're gods.

They're dumb— Fucking gross

Or smart and just know acting hot and dumb gets you more dollars-/

Cause we all know men fucking hate smart women.

And if t you're hot and smart, and they can't fuck you—

They'll try to take you down some other way.

I'm 30 years old.

I just realize all a man does is literally destroy shit,

Literally just destruct?

Fucking destroy.

That's it,

That's all they fucking do.

They want to fucking kill us,

That's their game,

Double points if they can make you fall in love with them.

That's the best way to destroy something wonderful and beautiful

Make you think you're loved

You're beautiful,

You're the center of the world—

And for a time, you are

Then—

DESTRUCT

The real killers will put a baby in you

And try to own you forever

—this little weak ass nigga over here grunting and shit.

Shut the fuck up.

Go hop in somebody's dms.

Go watch anime and “play the game” and shit,

Fuck these dudes.

I like older dudes now.

Like,

Fuck these 90's niggas.

They're obsessed with fucking creepy ass Japanese cartoons,

“Anime is cool”

“Oh, it's the animation”

No,

It's a light skinned cartoon bitch

That's a little bit exotic with some fucking green hair and purple fucking eyes who talks in a fucking high pitched baby voice with a school girl outfit and pigtails and giant fucking boobies

Anime girls are like toddlers with fucking giant boobies,

That's it.

With green hair

And fucking purple eyes and shit

Yep.

“It's the animation”

Dumb ass niggas.

It's a creep habit.

Go take your weak dick to Japan and get the fuck out the gym.

Throwing 20 pound weights and shit,

Fuck out of here,

That's why dudes like skinny bitches

Cause they can't do shit with their dicks.

Dudes like stick thin girls cause they like to destroy things,

They got a 5 inch dick and shit

But a petite little 5 foot 99 pound teenager makes them feel like a real fucking man

I'm a put my tiny dick THROUGH this bitch,

But I promise, that shit don't work.

Even the petite little bitches apparently just fake this shit

This nigga over here doing gymnastics trying to get my attention.

You got it,

But it's not my attention you need.

You wake my dragon up?

Then it's over,

You wake up that dragon?

It's game on.

I'm like

“What's your story”

Hm

“What this nigga about”

Shit,

You feed the dragon?

I'll sit there and watch dumb ass anime and play video games with your stupid ass.

You feed my dragon,

All of a sudden, you're a genius.

That's why I don't take no black dick

Fuck that shit,

Bitches be hypnotized as hell.

That's that shit.

Nope.

I got limits.

My dragon gots limits.

I had c-section

My only ex—

My one ex—

Like 5 inches max,

Make it like 4.5–

4.2 cause he's fat

When you gain too much shit

Your Fupa makes the base of your dick inaccessible

And the base of your dick is the best part!

Says the back of my throat!

HAHA!

The base of your dick is the best part—

If you're obese,

It just—

It's gone.

And when it's cold,

You get a whole innie belly button

True story,

A whole ass inverted dick.

My ex's dick used to actually just run inside him.

—he a pussy.

A whole ass fucking pussy

When I heard that salt and pepper song

“Aww, look, a second belly button”

I'm like

“Right!”

But you know what

It's the opposite with big girls

Big girls pull all kind of dudes

Be having them obsessed

You know why?

You get lost in that pussy!

Damn!

Wet! Like the ocean!

Whild—

Like the JUNGLE.

That's why they been hating on big girls so long

Dudes is low key territorial

They be with their friends like “fuck fat bitches”

They make fun of each other for trying to look at bigger women.

“Oh, you like fat bitches”

“Hahahahaha faggot”

—but the truth is,

That's a mind game

Dudes like those

They're all about that

They'll haze you out of liking—

Even looking at that bitch

“Oh, you like fat bitches?

You like that bitch?”

“You're fucking pussy”

“Fucking little faggot”

“I don't fuck fat bitches”

—but then you know what?

He gon go fuck dat bitch.

Mmmmhmm,

And most dudes are fucking prejudiced against fat bitches so you know what?

Her pussy tight

It's wet like fucking water

She the whole earth and the ocean

He like “I LOVE YOU”

(Imma deny this ever happened, but)

I LOVE YOU,

Dudes are the worst,

You can catch that fool in the act and you know what?

He'll deny some shit you saw him doing until the day he die

He'll lie in court on your ass

He'll be convicted and sentenced and still deny some shit

You saw him do!

Ten people could have seen this pussy ass bitch ass lyin ass nigga do it—

And he's still like

“That never happened”

TEN SECURITY CAMERAS SAW YOUR ASS DO THAT SHIT:

“No, never happened.”

“WE ALL SAW YOU.”

“It wasn't me.”

“Never happened.”

What the fuck!

That's why I hate the me too movement.

Like, don't get me wrong, I stand with women—

But privately,

Don't tell on these niggas.

Be there for each other

Seek support and treatment—privately

Shit,

He might be a special kind of monster

He might even pay for your therapy and shit

“Never happened, wasn't me. But you're clearly very sick and I feel for you— I'm gonna help you out”

Some shit.

He went and did some monsterous, foul shit-/

And he knows this,

He'll never admit it-/

And then, to make himself look like a better person

Or a person at all,

He'll try to have you “repaired”

Knowing damn well he broke you

He did some gnarly shit

To your heart

To your mind—

Maybe even your face!

He fucked up your job,

Your reputation,

Your peace of mind?

Your clarity-/

—and maybe even your face,

“Doctor— this dumb crazy bitch has a bullet wound, she's bleeding all over the place. It's a problem.”

You're all

“He had the gun! He shot me”

He's like

“She's bleeding on my floor and shit, it's a mess.

Has a big old fucking hole in her—

She's fucking up everything.”

“He shot me!”

“That never happened”

I'm barely alive right now,

I promise,

I wake up out of my body

With no way to get back in it

And the only thing behind my mind

Seems to be eyes that arent even mine

I don't want to see another human being maybe ever again

I keep trying to get a job that would be worthwhile but nothing seems to be working

I light candles to protect myself from looking at the clock from certain times

sometimes I feel like the best way to go would just to be beaten to death

Over and over again

Cause every time i look at the clock at 5:55

That's what it feels like anyway

Only instead of dying and crossing over to the other side

I have to stay awake in this life with a broken mind

With nothing and nobody around

Besides people who smell,

think ,

And act like him

Thereby, your honorary stands as it may—

Doctor, you're speaking out of turn and out of order

Sovereign by nature and varying by state—

Doctor, you're speaking out of turn and out of order

Come now the clock strikes one all night

Doctor, you're speaking out of order

Gather by the dew of the morning light—

Doctor, you're speaking out of order

Listen, I'm going to be using you as a human shield for a little while.

What! What for!?

I just said! A human shield!

—well, I'm only part human!

That part will do.

I come around the world

And back again

Multi dimensional

And irrational

Time traveler

Promotion to journeyman m

Ascension never finished | |

Aprrenticship on the condition of

Subliminal

To women, I'm indifferent,

Don't go the picture of either gender

Chicken tinders in the

[Conventional oven]

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I hatd to throw the note away;

on one side jokes,

On the other

a whole curse reversal

I keep seeing numbers

And iron smelling robots

And I'm almost sure that

The motorcycles

And slamming doors

Are all punishments

For moving forward from him

God went in on that album yesterday.

Facts.

#ffs

I'm real excited about these breakfast tacos tho.

For real.

What makes them breakfast tacos.

What about these tacos is breakfast.

The fact that I'm having them for breakfast.

But it's brunch time.

Whatever, brunch tacos then.

(Potatoes makes anything breakfast.)

I'm not arguing,

Alternatively, however

Potatoes can also make anything dinner.

Wut r those.

Lol DJner jeans.

Well work on it.

My mother used to leave me in casinos and make me look for her for hours.

I would check the bars one at a time over and over to see if she was there.

Sometimes she'd run off and dissappear and I'd just walk around in circles thinking I'd find her,

Until eventually I did.

[A haunting whisper wakes CONAN OBRIEN from his slumber.]

[raspy ghostly whisper]

CO—NAN.

Huh! What the—?!

COOOOO—NAN!

lol.

This is beginning to be the house of horrors.

Actually, the show is called

House of Hosts.

Sure whatever.

wtf is going on in this series?

Idk but apparently Fallon lost the microphone challenge.

Idk what that means.

Nobody really does.

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