There is currently a conspiracy being uncovered which proves beyond reasonable doubt that Guy Fieri has never been filmed swallowing food in over a decade of television
I told a black woman today that a black woman invented the telescope and she said "I know baby we's smart like that," then I told her that a black woman invented the iPhone and she said "yeah that was my auntie she deadass smart," then I told her a black woman invaded Poland in 1939 and she said, "oh baby you know it, they was askin' for it too, don't even get me started about all that," and I marveled at her wisdom, "no please, do tell," I said and sat my ass down to listen, and she said "oh no you don't! the fuck wrong wit you that's a dirty ass floor! I am NOT doin' this shit again with you crackas sittin' on my damn floor, I ain't got time for this bullshit! order a damn donut or get the FUCK outta here NOW" and I apologized profusely for offending her and gave her my order, a large iced caramel macchiato with whole milk, and a French Cruller, and she said "mhmmm, we outta crullers you want somethin' else?" and I didn't have an answer for her I really wanted a French Cruller but I checked my privilege and said, "black woman invented macchiato," and she said "i know baby," and I was amazed, all the whiteness which had accumulated within my body over centuries of white hegemony simply melted away, like butter on a stainless teel pan... After thirty minutes she came up to the counter, "MACCHIATO WHO GOT THE MACCHIATO" and I approached and she handed me my iced caramel macchiato, and I took a sip, it was like the scales had fallen off my eyes and it was like I could see for the first time... "ma'am excuse me," I said, "what" she answered, and with the burden of white supremacy no longer weighing me down I finally had the courage to ask, "would you teach me how... to wash my legs?" and she answered, "I'm on my break." Truly at that moment I could feel with a great intensity incomparable to anything I'd known under the haze of hegemonic whiteness that now seemed so unfathomably distant, in the taste of a lukewarm Dunkin Donuts iced caramel macchiato, that black lives matter. From that day forward, the abolition of whiteness would be my one, and only, purpose. I was woke.
Love when socks follow me 👋 i have this weird thing where i can see information fields and then hunt any signature that is reasonably organized within these chaos fields which means make it less stupid next time
I’ve seen it once in a fully aware and sober state.
Imagine a glitching hologram over an individual’s body, there but not.
You realize how little you truly know after witnessing something like that.