I'm Pretty and Awkward.

Someone finally told me that to my face.

It's truth. I can dig it.

Here goes nothing.

Langston Hughes was a homosexual.
...Bet they didn't tell you that in history class.

I don't think they should omit things in the classroom. It hinders the learning process. If you want to talk evolution, don't forget to throw a little J.C. in there too.

Whatev.
Anyway.

I've recently stumbled upon something called the Willie Lynch letter entitles The Making of A Slave. The title is pretty self-explanatory. It's unlike any other racial tangent I've ever heard. The man goes on to tell that he has found the secret to slavery. The whole jumpoff is said to be a hoax because some of the vocabulary used seems to be ahead of it's time. I honestly don't give a shit. Make them believe, they're ugly. They can't read. They need to keep living in horrible conditions. They need to fight against one another in order to survive.

Mental slavery.

The State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations

...Go figure.

Maybe that's most people here look and act the same?

Son son son. Get over yourself. Ramble ramble ramble. Blog blog blog. I need a new pair of Vans. All white. Cheap joints. No socks. Relax.

"The best things in life aren't things."

They're memories, scents, thoughts, secrets, and emotions... Shit like that. Idk.

-_-
Peace.