ALORA
c.c. Ver. 41916.1:
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*a*****a >
So you can see l'm not bullshitting
Time for a blog
Resurrection
A dead nigga speaks
Homofuckingfaggotassniggastreetgospelsaveswhenyouforgetwhoyouare
Who do You believe?
Time for GONZO fucking journalism but Black af. Fuck we were SO bored we changed the world on a fucking humbug.
No resource-make everything.
Eye dropper full of glue.
Haven’t shaved in 8 months cause we need them to make change.
I LIKE CHALLENGE. I WANT CHALLENGE.
Outside world; ALL resource; make more of the same. Make nothing.
Time for the end of mediocrity
Fuck this world
And it's rules
It's expectations
IM OUTSIDE
IM BITTER
IM GREATFUL
IM SOBER
IM HIGH
IM BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU
MY TWO RAGING ANCESTORS
FILLING ME
A. KYLE
C. KNOWLES
GOD HELP ALL OF YOU GAPE-MOUTHED FUCKS
iMessage
Cash
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*a*****a
Affirmation: I am at rest in my own center.
Goat mouthed mother fuckers hahahahhahahahaha
I pivot
leave you all in awe
"how DOES she do it?"
This fucking world and its best ideas don't fucking apply to me
I make things that didn't exist before my brain and hands placed them there
I AM NOT A CONSUMER
I AM A CREATOR
I, DESTROYER
I am NOT resilient.
I am the answered prayers of a thousand desperate faggots.
AIDS HOSPICE DEATHBED ENCOURAGEMENTS TO GIVE THE STRAIGHTS ABSOLUTE HELL.
I am the Faggot the prophecy foretold.
progeny of superior butch queens.
Made me tough enough to live through survival sex work at 12- SANTAMONICA//HIGHLAND
the bad bitch jungle… first sugar daddy 53 hungry for my short-
12.
Years.
Old.
CHORUS:
Heyyyyyyyyyy Queeeeeeennnnn!!!!
A Boisterous, loud; greeting.
hugs like we know..
they kill us out here.
sing now:
a socially detested hello. Another flamboyant faggot sharing our deep code in dramatic flare, “hello.” But this hello? This limp wristed sashay and “heyyyyyyyyy” says, bitch I’ll kill for you before i watch the police hurt, a bad John hurt, gay bashers hurt. YOU. If you don’t live, we all perish. If they hurt you I’ll hold your hand and we will walk into hell together.
An elder hoe named me Faith as she ushered me off the blade.
She said, “meaning, that you’ll be more than that blade we just left behind us. Bitch please promise you’ll leave here and go live?”
I promised to live later.
But only after, I survive their best decisions and then my own,
Then you can celebrate another story of
RESILIENCE
you’ll sing marginalized praise over
Dead bodies
you always forget the words to your empty hymn
if singing
means you have to suffer too.
Watch my heart wrung bone dry at the feet of death.
Then slip like sand between his hungry fingers.
Sure, I’ll live.
Taking chances
Bleed again
Now I know I’m alive
So I don’t have to pretend.
• A iMessage
Cash
FUCK YOU ALL
suckle the sour milk from my spiro dependent titties
Burn me; (build me) a monolith
That none of you fucking understand
This Blackness is great but doesn't fit the paradigm
I am categorically false.
I'm othered and here to be destroyed-disregard-disappear-disappoint-disposability-disgusting-disrupt… die.
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Cash
恋
I'm not palatable
I'm detestable
IM A FUCKING GODDESS; but Demi-Gods Die here too.
indestructible
Fragile
Existential
Ethereal
Why THE FUCK am I here Sartre?
"The Best Policy" is coming back
God help you all
Hahahahhahhaa
But I digress,
How was work my love?
