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On a long walk in the middle of nowhere, you asked聽 when we鈥檒l be something else outside of a promise.聽 The problem with memory is the same problem with grief.聽 This is not an accident.聽 The story is as long聽 as the memory of whoever聽 is telling it.聽 Wherever you are now,聽 I hope your body remembers its history.聽 I hope your god has asked for your mercy,聽 and I hope you have refused to forgive him.
-excerptd from SONG, Ameen Animashaun.
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the way I decide who is an enemy is so layered and thoughtful it is incredibly fascinating to me!
omo mehn people get mind o u see me call myself divine danger, come go commit heinous crimes and u think nypd will save u when all you have of evidence is a dream of eating ur balls i served you on a plate. u have fuckd up bigly trying to be an opp. u fuckd up being dat diabolical and opening my pot. me, spiritual ginjah gangster, ur name will never leave the courts on a rock in ekiti. u will remember me long in your afterlife unless you confess and apologize to me, victoria,
& the kuntress! and to that police woman who violated me searching to find a dick, bitch its liquid metal kunt! prep up dem pampers for dem ass bleeds. the rumors are true, beautiful fires of poetic justice is out in the streets.
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i'm him
creating wealth not acquiring it like creating masculinity not transitioning into it.
he, like creator, not like man
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The requirement for owning guns should be winning ATLEAST three street fights
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