This is a self-stated fact.
White people are the only ones going around saying that shit.
I mean, everyone else thinks it, it's true. Lots of people say it—just in other ways. Not exactly like that.
“White people suck!” White people say this about themselves, as if they're not getting a little bit of fucking sociopathic joy out of it.
I lived with a white a supremacist that may or may not have known he was a white supremacist.
He would say shit bordering on the brink of slight psychological torture.
“WE made OURSELVES the TOP RACE”
Like, the fact that you're using words like ‘we' and ‘ourselves' indicate that YOU believe yourself to be a member of the so-said “top race”
Not true. White people are not the top race. There are more retarded white people in the world than any other races.
White people have been historically racist to the point that they fucked up their own gene pool imbreeding. Like: yes. They have held a majority of the money ans power on this planet for long enough that the entire world is programmed to think blue eyes are prettier—
People with blue eyes have easier lives, period. Period.
They get away with so much shit.
This is a result of white dominance. It's true.
This guy would say things like
“WE made ourselves the TOP RACE”
And then further contradict himself by saying things like,
“I don't believe in race”
Only thing worse than a narcissist? A white supremacy narcissist who doesn't know or understand he's either of those things.
I took him to my gym—but only because he let me stay in his spare bedroom for $11. Flex.
I personally think it's because he was a white supremacist trying to physiologically terrorize me by continually bringing up the effects of white power on my entire existence—
He would say the most ignorant shit, that wasn't entirely ignorant—like he made decent and factual points, it was just ignorant that he was talking about it at all. To me. A homeless, black woman.
It was like he was rubbing it in my face.
For ten days he pretty much just came up with extremely inventive ways to approach me and be like
“I'M WHITE AND YOURE BLACK AND MY LIFE IS AWESOME AND YOUR LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I'M A WHITE MAN, AND YOU'RE A BLACK WOMAN!!!!l”
Okay. You're egging on a race war. I still don't hate white people. At this point I just see they're typically power tripping sadists. It's okay.
Like everything he said or brought up apparently to try to make me feel better—actually made me feel WORSE to the point where I decided he was doing this on purpose.
This is the new white power movent:
We make a majority of them homeless, lure them into our domiciles, and then remind them that hey don't have domiciles. Because of us. Pretend to feel sorry about it, mentally torture and disable them, and then send them back into the streets to squabble and kill each other!
But no, they are not the “top race”
There are more retarded white people than anyone else—
We even had one as President for 8 years!
He's just mentally disabled, being politically correct.
I don't hate him! He's hilarious!
When he's not directly effecting my existence—
But: a perfect example of what the Caucasian's have done to themselves. And the fact that it doesn't matter, because when you have millions of dollars, you can be a literal retard, and rule the world!
No, it's okay. I'm not racist.
I went from his place—directly to a homeless shelter, where 99% of women there were black.
I learned to love-hate everybody equally.
Black people love to talk on the fuckin phone.
So come lights out, everybody's on the fuckin phone, I'm like,
Everybody's on the phone.
“Bro, if you actually have all these people to talk to, you should have somewhere to stay other than this dump.”
“I'm obviously here cause I'm a piece of shit and nobody loves me—
You're on the phone from 11 PM till forever and you can't just go to their house and sleep there?! No! Then get off the phone cause that person ain't SHIT!”
But dudes are next level psycopaths. All of them.
Staying at a women's shelter was eye opening. I would overhear conversations like,
Dudes be fucking chicks up in the head. All the way up.
BITCH you're in a HOMELESS SHELTER. If he lets you sleep in this bitch even for 5 seconds he ain't SHIT.
Black people—or really—poor people, they love to talk on the phone. I don't know. I don't get it. I realized at a certain point i talked too much, and I was spending all my talking time talking to toxic people. So I stopped. Kind of.
I talk to myself on my podcasts. Still can't decide if that's toxic or just what god wants so—
I mean the downloads keep going up. Whatever. I should have a house.
Dudes be having females out here homeless, worried about THEM. Woaaaahhhh.
But I realized: people love to talk on the phone. On the bus. At the gym. Wherever. Just
“Talk talk talk/- Yap yap yap” about the dumbest shit.
I realized how non bianary I am because females talk about the dumbest fucking shit.
All dudes talk about is females so -
I'm jaded at this point. Inequality is balls.
This is how I learned the meaning of “no justice no peace”
Like, the perpetual race war in this country has just created this division and unrest and it so fucking chaotic—
But it's not just a race war. Dudes are fucking sick, intolerant. Greedy, destructive creatures. It's MAN WORLD so if you have a tiny dick or are an ugly female—you live at the bottom of the world.
Colored people love to be loud—they've spent so much time being oppressed, it's apart of the culture to be like,
“FUCK YOU, I'M HERE! WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!”
I get it. This is the definition of “disturbing the peace”
After a week of this ridiculousness,
I'm like, hey, maybe they're not racist: they just want you to be quiet.
“Ugh, this guy's breaking the law, he's disturbing the peace”
“Just shoot him; if we arrest him he won't shut up”
Whatever. Colored people have been so neglected and oppressed now they kill each other.
Whatever. There's no color to that shit. It's just men. Men are killers.
But of course—I'm torn. I love babies—the only way you're gonna get one of them is to love a man—and once he impregnates you he can do whatever else to you he wants. He owns you after that. And you're just—tied to him. Destructive.
Honestly, though—the difference between a good man and a bad man, or even a good woman and a bad woman—is a good mother. You have to have that.
So I fucked up. I'm a whole trash can.
But now I love/hate everybody equally. Everybody's fucked up. I hate myself the most.
That makes me a piece of shit! I'm shitty.
It's cultural oppression.
This culture has been bred on slavery and neglect and oppression and so now you have to act out and be loud and ridiculous and rowdy. Okay.
But at this point, I'm like
“This is the apocalypse, I'm ready for the world to end.”
I don't give a fuck about whose black whose white what's right what's wrong,
“Nobody pays enough money for me to be miserable for 8-16 hours a day, I don't have a place to sleep or a friend in the world, just end it already, God, “
“Just fucking blow it all up. “
I'm ready for a nuclear fuckin war.
“Drop that nuke directly on my face.”
I want to be ground zero.
Fuck this whole place. Fuck this existence. I'm over it.
I don't care about anything.
My basic needs aren't being met and I'm over it.
I don't even have a fucking HOME.
You need a home just to have a BODY.
The only shit you do In your house is because you have to take care of your BODY for it to work.
You have to shower. You have to eat. You have to sleep,
These are not recommendations!!
Once I realized that a great enough evil existed in the world to allow this to happen—
I'm like “fuck this race war”
Where's the real one?! Drop some bombs in this bitch.
Black. White. Everybody in between.
Everybody's fucked up, yo.
Greed fucked up humanity. All of it.
—but I spent some time in this women's shelter and I sterted to realize: maybe it's just because it's a man's world.
Half these femakes are in here talking about being hung up on niggas—
And they're in a homeless shelter.
I had been celibate for quite some time at this point; but it seemed like every goddess I met in this place was broken—and that brokenness came from the sacrifice of loving men, and having children.
Needy, greedy, selfish motherfuckers.
I'm not saying there aren't any good ones—
I respect marriage so much.
I respect marriage so much— to the point where, I ended mine, when I realized
“This is not how marriage is supposed to be.”
The good ones are taken, usually.
Sometimes people stay in toxic relationships long enough that they become toxic.
I stayed with the wrong person just long enough to realize, like,
“Great, now I'm shitty, too—you motherfucker”
I would rather slit my wrists up and down than ever go back to my ex.
I've committed suicide 27 times since I left my marriage.
You know what the first successful suicide attempt was, though?
They'll have you fucked up.
They'll have you homeless.
They don't care! They have dicks! They can just fuck you up—then walk away, and fuck somebody else up.
And the thing is: there's always some dumb, useless 18 year old somewhere that's gonna think he's GOD.
She's useless—except in ONE WAY. To him.
Then when he's done with her?
So I'm in this women's shelter, where of course, as if I need more of a reminder that most men ain't shit
Done offend men. They'll kill you.
They'll worse than kill you.
They'll knock you up; ruin your body; cheat on you—they'll fuck you up—
So I'm in this shelter, and after the first night, they're like “okay, you have to have a physical, then a psyche assessment, then you'll get a permanent housing assignment”
So I get my appointment, and I look at it, and the appointment for the psychiatric evaluation is like 10 days away—
So you're going to make me wait 10 days in a dirty, chaotic, gross fucking nasty place—10 sleepless nights surrounded by hood rats and garbage all over the place and shitty toilets, where it's freezing fucking cold and even the cops and the staff are fighting all the time—THEN you're going to give me a psyche evaluation?”
I love/hate everything and everyone the same.
Cause it's the same fucking emotion.
They're just opposite ends of the same spectrum of the same exact emotion.
All really the same thing.
The opposite of love isn't hate.
The opposite of love is fear.
another contusion, confusion
I'm a loose fuse confusious
No sympathy for the devil
SUPACREE//Chak Chel is grocery shopping at stop n shop
CAUSE THERES NO WHOLE FOODS IN THE HOOD.
Racist ass motherfuckers.
[she moves to the left—he moves to the left—she moves the right right—he moves the the right.]
[she removes a stone from her pouch, and throws it on the ground: it opens up into a black hole like vortex.]
*she gestures, waving her hand in front of the hole*
She stares into his eyes and steps into the portal, which swallows her into a void.
He stares off into the distance worriedly—
Seconds later, just outside the storefront, a portal opens—supacree/CC is set gently at the bus stop; DILLON FRANCIS, still inside the store, stares at her out the window, flabbergasted as she boards the bus, staring back at him through the window. The bus drives away.
I died and went to hell and back
An irrelevant disheveled devil drinking a rebbl in the back of the bus
Full of disgust, looking busted and fucked up
I'm stuck in a nightmare,
ANANDAR has an interesting medallion.
one time I fucked this dude cause he looked just like Skrillex; like that wasn't somehow gonna be a disaster. I mean, my life was already 100% crap—I thought:
Couldn't really be much worse.
Might as well fuck this dude:
Not like I could ever get the real thing.
Turns out I was wrong twice.
SKRILLEX is obsessed with SUPACREE.
So what does Dillon Francis want out of this?
I want nothing to do with this
RYAN GARY RADDON enters, nonchalantly.
Lol. Where are these dudes going.
Or do you plan on dying anytime
I'm the right weight and height for them to like me
All I want is your attention—
Locker number 87 was taken and though it hadn't immediately bothered me in the same way that it had a few days before, the unsettling feeling in the moments following at least prompted me to write something down. It did bother me to think of him with anyone else—and even sensing it or seeing it had set me off in a way I could neither explain nor describe, first sending me into a whirlwind which culminated in meeting Anandar, and secondly tailspinning me into a fit of fury —and while I still loved Sonny, there was something I felt for Dillon I couldn't entirely explain, and while the world was suddenly full of beautiful people—beautiful white people, to be exacta, I realized I didn't want nor was I truly fit for any of them anyway, not that something like that mattered in my time of desperate need and desperation, unable to accumulate the focus or energy I needed to move up and out from this trench I was in, whatever it meant besides falling prey to the grueling captapilism on which the country I was raised to love was built, without it benefitting me in any way besides aesthetic.
GODDAMMIT, DILLON FRANCISz
Don't throw up in my house.
YOU DONT HAVE A HOUSE, BITCH—
FUCK YOU, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING
If I hear Renaissance one more time,
It's white power, it's alt right,
I'm high, thanks plankton
I'm pinapple, might just wine
If I had my own house, despite this
I'm homeless, on stolen land
Here's your quest for fire, ya dumbass,
It's bombastic, I'm so past it
Just wanna throw a bomb at it;
This is Allllllll, that this is—
Look, just give me my 10 bands, bro.
‘Ukrainian Ballerina Finds Solace In Dancing.'
Light skinned ballerinas—
Raise up from this hatred
With raising canes and gravy
Make the best of what you gave me
Questions in my mind arising
I'm erasing pain but gazing at the TV
Why waste a wish on this—
The fog, or mist obscured my vision
THIS DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE.
I want to wake up from this nightmare,
I want to be white, with blue eyes and long blonde hair
I want to go to Long Island on the ferry,
That God's even aware of me
I just realized— we're all gonna get really old.
Yeah, that's why I said “maybe”
That's fucking terrifying.
Dude, you're like 40–how are you just coming to grips with your mortality?
I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER.
I'M GONNA BE ALONE FOREVER!!!
I didn't really think this would carry over into the 7th season, but—I gotta hand it to you;
A squirrel that's in search of a nut
Hey, you gotta stay stateside.
So, what am I supposed to do for mon—
Gone for a walk in the park,
With my heart in my pocket,
I hope that she's all that you've always wanted
My songs remind you of what
And the love that I loved just to love
And the love that I wrote in the songs that
And she's all that you wanted;
And I love what you love,
She's all that you wanted;
But want what you want, hun
I'm just coming off a long one
I love you for the long haul,
That I'm not that pretty to,
In the vacuum of time and—
Collisions, and splinters
Missed kindergarten graduations,
There's just not enough time left
I don't want to fight, in this war
I haven't forggtten the traffic
I just might not be black
But I'm back on the blacklist , I guess
Sending signals, distress
Invested in candle light vigils
The rest of the West is in shambles
What's the preamble, pastor?
How's dinner after a hot meal,
But still won't eat honey
Submitting to your said supremacy
It's cinders and embers and ashes l
Went out in the rain that I called for
The dance that I managed to salvage
Like the misters and masters
I asked for the land that I am back
And we're all just grains of sand
And we're all just grains of sand
And we're all just grains of sand
I should want for nothing,
But I find you at the forefront,
Ah, down the alley, she goes
YOU DID THIS, TIMMY, DON'T ASK ME STUPID QUESTIONS
WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME TIMMY
CAUSE YOU'RE TIMMY, SHUTTHEFUCKUP!
Lay down in the street like a dog,
The love of my life was just like me
A seething scar on my iris.
I'm meant to die now, that was my life, it seems;
The American dream turned nightmare;
I haven't seen this stream,
I haven't been myself in a while,
I'm liable to set the whole ass world on fire—
Like I'm on a fire escape,
Trying to tape my mistake
But it's just another day here
That's what I heard at the office tomorrow,
I'll probably drown in my sorrows,
A crown on and borrowed objects
Or SUPACREE, whoever she is:
Here's a spaghetti and shit sandwhich,
I swear, I just can't stand it
Might be nice if I could manage to—
There is no “off the map”
We've been collecting data about this woman for a number of years.
SUNNÏ BLŪ is not a woman.
*gross stupid rapper shit*
*in a deep meditative state VIA DILLON FRANCIS*
I've got burning questions.
You were my love, I thought
And not often have I wanted
And the source that we come from,
So long lost and gone from our thoughts
As she fondled the heart that she clutches
Once buried but polished, recovered
And thought of more often,
Than spawned in the rust of the under and all of the marvelous—
“The Jimmy Fallon Conspiracy”
That is a good band name!
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