AlainLocke
Banned
Who are you? Me...I am nobody. An infinite amount of nobodies, pulled together by random occurrences, occurrences that created significant experiences that I cannot yet properly described. Often I get down on myself. My self-hatred turns into an uncontrollable lust, that I satisfy by having unprotected sex with prostitutes.
Last night while I was leaving Walmart, I saw a tall homeless Black man. He kinda looked like Lebron James, he was tall, balding, and muscular. He probably has a 40 inch vert. I had a strong urge to ask him how high he could jump and why he wasn't in the NBA. He avoided eye contact with me, real men don't avoid eye contact with other men. It's disrespectful and shameful. But I thought I should have mercy on him.
I went back into Walmart and got him some Gatorade, chips and a chicken wrap. If you didn't know, you can eat a full meal at Walmart for about $6. That's cheaper than most value meals. But I disgress. I don't like using self-checkouts since I crave human interaction. Where I am from, nikkas don't talk to you unless you are rich and powerful.
I walk up to the Lebron James looking nikka
"Hey brother, I got you some food. "
He reached down and took the food out of my hands. I could feel a power, radiating from his face, this nikka is god-like. He should be dikking down the White man's bytch, making the bytch submit. Stomping out White men, breaking their backs. He should be protecting Black children.
Suddenly I was disgusted. I smacked the chicken wrap out of his hand and ran away, since he was more powerful than I.
Later that night, I was balls deep in a 124 heroin addict. I stared into her pock marked face, downloading the very essence of her being. I came inside her.Then I drove her to the gas station and gave her $10. I cried myself to sleep in the backseat of my 02 Honda Civic, wishing I was 6'8 with a full head of hair.
Last night while I was leaving Walmart, I saw a tall homeless Black man. He kinda looked like Lebron James, he was tall, balding, and muscular. He probably has a 40 inch vert. I had a strong urge to ask him how high he could jump and why he wasn't in the NBA. He avoided eye contact with me, real men don't avoid eye contact with other men. It's disrespectful and shameful. But I thought I should have mercy on him.
I went back into Walmart and got him some Gatorade, chips and a chicken wrap. If you didn't know, you can eat a full meal at Walmart for about $6. That's cheaper than most value meals. But I disgress. I don't like using self-checkouts since I crave human interaction. Where I am from, nikkas don't talk to you unless you are rich and powerful.
I walk up to the Lebron James looking nikka
"Hey brother, I got you some food. "
He reached down and took the food out of my hands. I could feel a power, radiating from his face, this nikka is god-like. He should be dikking down the White man's bytch, making the bytch submit. Stomping out White men, breaking their backs. He should be protecting Black children.
Suddenly I was disgusted. I smacked the chicken wrap out of his hand and ran away, since he was more powerful than I.
Later that night, I was balls deep in a 124 heroin addict. I stared into her pock marked face, downloading the very essence of her being. I came inside her.Then I drove her to the gas station and gave her $10. I cried myself to sleep in the backseat of my 02 Honda Civic, wishing I was 6'8 with a full head of hair.
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