It’s like the specter of segregation has brought the city of Dickens back together again. I decided to give my new career as City Planner in Charge of Restoration and Segregation another six months. I...
When the mind experiences a power surge of stress and bullshit, it switches off, just shuts your cognition down and you blank out.
The meetings consisted mostly of the members who showed up every other week arguing with the ones who came every other month about what exactly bimonthly means.
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Quando la mente subisce un picco energetico di stress e stronzate, si spegne, chiude i circuiti cognitivi, e tu hai un vuoto mentale. Agisci, ma non sei consapevole delle tue azioni
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I fuck like an upturned guppy.
Crip up or grip up … Criptum vexo vel carpo vex.
Congratulations, you may already be a winner! Your case has been selected from hundreds of other appellate cases to be heard by the Supreme Court of the United States of America.
I stared in awe at the Lincoln Memorial. If Honest Abe had come to life and somehow managed to lift his bony twenty-three-foot, four-inch frame from his throne, what would he say? What would he do? Wo...
Jalapeño peppers snapped in half and ground into our lips for saying fuck
Winston knew better than to give a heartfelt synopsis of a grainy black-and-white film that had inadvertently touched his heart and caused him to empathize with a loafer-shod French boy, Doinel, the y...
There are many similarities between Germans and blacks. The nouns themselves are loaded with so much historical baggage it's impossible for anyone to be indifferent to the simple mention of either gro...
That's the problem with this generation; they don't know their history.
That's the difference between most oppressed peoples of the world and American blacks. They vow never to forget, and we want everything expunged from our record, sealed and filed away for eternity.
One of the many sad ironies of African-American life is that every banal dysfunctional social gathering is called a function.
Maybe morons can’t become brain surgeons, but a genius can be either a cardiologist or a postal clerk. Or a bus driver. A bus driver who made some fucked-up choices.
If Jean Valjean had me representing him, he likes to say, then Les Misérables would’ve only been six pages long. Dismissed—Loaf of Bread Pilfery.
I think about my own silence. Silence can be either protest or consent, but most times it’s fear. I guess that’s why I’m so quiet and such a good whisperer,
I sit in a thickly padded chair that, much like this country, isn’t quite as comfortable as it looks.