Tyresa op. Transubstantation {all}/*Flesh is Done
Congo/Zaire; Sublime Jungles, 70s, Special Laws q. Congo Law of Electromagnetism q. Congo Law of Gravitation.
1. Forgiven By The Gem, 2. Without A New Father, 3. Pitted With A Spoiled Kid, 4. Trans Avenged in the Nation, and 5. +America. & Televised Someday: 6-Mountain Equation for the 3-World Problem for *The One Who's Making it to Heaven, Engels.
like if breathing gets rough sometimes it's just psychological, just memories. but it feels so vivid it's hard to ever shake entirely. you think you're out but you're never really clean.
you know what's weird, the homeless shelter seems like a safe breathing space sometimes in my memory, like when i can't get enough air or something, like it is just preferable to my memories of living with my mother as a teenager.
the truth is i must feel guilty about it, so i can't let this one go. if white women and black men are always dying whenever i am it must mean something important upon reflection.
so i feel overly comfortable opening my mouth here but only because my only history allegedly involves a white bitch and sum n*gro getting lynched with me whenever we share a room. beyond that only history i had known about growing up was once just what my parents told me. terror
the message is shockingly simple: it takes one whole german woman to feel disappointed in somebody like me, and two whole men to trust a woman like her.
you see all these european men taking risks, gambling and domestic abuse calls during world cup hours? that's not me, is all that means. it's a healthy reservation. why not despite its origins.
i'm very proud of myself today. the very best european woman who i would nominate for some position of something related to her home country is only half a woman/half a mark to me until she's more than that. even when i'm slightly fond of her, stressed or disorientedEconomicsTYPE
what do i look like some kind of damn fool? she's not worth all of my trust look at her damn country. if the european woman changes my mind it won't be all at once.
last night i also admitted i wasn't willing to invest more than half my trust in this woman, that if it were any german woman i'd only invest half and share the other half of her with the african man.
you know i don't trust this woman, i can be slightly in love with her but only be this close to see her because i trust her less than my community who criticizes her.
i think at one point i would have bullied the bully like it were normal, but it slowly breaks on you until you crash awake and realize you've been living in a glass prison of observation, each new puzzle they send it slightly more challenging than the last and the will is steep,
you know, i think i can see the german woman in my mother looking at her more closely, listening. it's the part of her that actually complains and alarms us to her second personality on the other side LOL i should be a continental psychologist and a philosopher. (i hate phil.)