Why?, why is the world so deluded? what could be the cause of this pomposity acting offish, claiming a better than they are, when they're all dying inside lying to themselves.
They pray for company and when it is found they can't wait to show off their new car, You follow them around the corner find out there's no new car, only a self deception the space is empty and so are they.
I think most are just bored or horny, when I am bored and hungry I sleep from a read, I don't go fawning over another man hoping they'll completely me, page by page I complete me
I think of people and become immediately become uninterested as they only talk empty, throwing sounds towards themselves, never truly expressing what is desperate need of being unearthed, what lies rotten within.
I think of people and become immediately become uninterested as they only talk empty, throwing sounds towards themselves, never truly expressing what is desperate need of being unearthed, what lies rotten within.
I see people trapped in cells, they call it shops, I think what does she stares at all day, who does she talks to? phone isn't company, she's been hindered brainwashed angry, hoping to make money which is just another form of the Yoruba imprisonment, wrought in painful Christianity, retardation as God with blackmail.
I am always wringing at my heart, my heart is completely wrung rumpled. How can I help them when they keep pointing down, while I look at unpulled bootstraps. Hoping I stay, therd people are looking for a cushion when the only God you ever needed is within you.
May we end well , keep them poor, keep them tired they will never leave in pile medicine from a megaphone, from Jesus reification on loudspeakers. lies
Educate them even if they punish with their vagina, educate the women and free from the devil, they had to swallow a lot and won't stand for a runaway, a deserter or dodger
But must we work? money is a curse upon the world. how do we cope when money doesn't make one happy. Life should be an overflowing of leisure
what damnation would the lack of an affectation be playing in the lives of the Nigerian youths they wake, make days and slip in nights angry. They are constipated constipated, constantly flooded with information and screen time sense vibration and always on edge everything is an attack on their hard wrought personas everything is existential, heavy cangue like living, he check as he respires, he is never at ease, liquid depravity
its a presumption it imprison.
its a presumption it imprison.
Women press on your gut if they talk so you fear them quick to reprimand hard to concede foolish pride, quick lobotomy of past actions concerned with the now
look at your imprisonment you fool, you are pressing a pig into the mud can't you see that your effort at punishment is a weal unto them your stagnation and devolution was their onus all along, they waste your time and familiarize you with the mud you claim to be better than.
Do I give my friendship a little too easily, break your heart your love is an animal a zombie, allow them earn your company.
it's a long life short day depending on how long you remain in your mind
nothing is here not even her, so go home to your damnation,run from this slavery by force, a fuck is ten minutes at most before she dries out and you have to improvise and find nothing trickling down the years soaked in soap and hung to dry.
What's a society without giving what's a society without sharing what's or without love ventriloquist past actions, making a person form a rib meant their fundamentalism was farcical, only the rich is a believer, money is a curse upon the world, Militarized walls and concrete city unaligned with our green inclination. first they give you solitary, so you take their shitty company. Enjoy and prefer solitary till you find yours.
how do one simplify and liquefy nobility: read sacrifice, do the required, sleep why must I meet every woman already damned why haven't I met a simple tree, I haven't met any woman that isn't at least three persons, I must learn and practice every form of psychology for languid sex
Was I the liberation in ignominy that brought an end to capitalism. ultimately there is no friendship, regret swirls in my head, I have a lot regret, but it is a wishing well, green with algae forgotten at the second turn
Am I regret? do I want to carry a gavel of destroying guilt and whack everyone every time they stare into my eyes will they come to resolve? apologize and ask for my forgiveness? I know pride will never allow them, we'll watch my swivel into this quicksand will keep things smeared so as to call us dog the same. Shine on us light of reason they were struggling to keep it going, but it was over 10 years ago
The world loves to serve humanity, they believe they know what we all want. the moment they feel insufficient they don't question their outplayed tactics, they set you aside as a faulty a damaged robot.
The programming says that one should wake, eat, fuck and work till you are dead. but for who? the moment you set aside time to really think about your toil and evaluate your strife you must be mad.
So the prod have been sex so when a man knows his emotions don't crave sex and gives birth to a single child his life becomes leisurely
he can then read and purses highest callings he can harm no one, he can harm no one.
he can then read and purses highest callings he can harm no one, he can harm no one.
Guess what? some people cannot have that
because the forgetful folly of our toil is the lifeblood of their leisure
Once we reject their work and their money, they will be forced to face their own insufficiency and they can't have that.
Suffocated, our youths are suffocated they are inundated inured by social media, they can't sing they can't tell stories they can't communicate they can't express themselves. They cant play instruments they can't write music the have no taste in food taste in clothing have no taste in mien, resorting to witchcraft they are devolved into animals.
They have no bohemia they have no stance they don't have a politics or a philosophy
thinking the world revolves around the phone
woke up mouth swollen and the next person sitting on a bus is a laser current aimed up your butt to your nerves and it hurts your left leg, he acts aloof curses his unborn child says he's Yoruba the walking devil's child
Are you running from society or coming into it those morning that feels like god is still sleeping
you have to face it alone. I want my own society where witchcraft isn't the epitome of living and a place where people aren't pointing to the floor or putting their hands inside their pocket all the time to attack your nerves.
Where quiet is it and something isn't gnawing the tip of your penis where your stomach doesn't make guttural sounds all in the mane of love.
They have pulled the devil up from the the well and put him change for affairs
men abruptly putting their hand on the small of their back like women, drifting to other world practicing witchcraft
it must be unnatural if it takes all that to conduce to the family life. sex with a African is ruinous everytime, pointing tongue sideways and rolling eyes
it must be unnatural if it takes all that to conduce to the family life. sex with a African is ruinous everytime, pointing tongue sideways and rolling eyes
Men, droplet of god reduced to nothing because of sex, because of money.
stop fawning over another man and make him you god if you know your Redeemer liveth ask him to give you money.
stop fawning over another man and make him you god if you know your Redeemer liveth ask him to give you money.
Woe betides those whose only goal is your supplant they live a supplant.
I should crave wife a wife and not a robot, t
there is a devil controlling them bad I'd wonder what if feels like to cede control to a principality fighting against the enemy of peace
designed to wear you out, but the constant read is your extrication
there is a devil controlling them bad I'd wonder what if feels like to cede control to a principality fighting against the enemy of peace
designed to wear you out, but the constant read is your extrication
I should remain stoic and believe in the good all the time that better directs us all.
must we work, cant we just be left alone it is sad that sanity according to society depends on your affinity towards the woman, you ni pander to the sexual, goblin or alimentary or you have failed at humanity
and when you finally go to the gorilla fondling her breast they say see he's Normal and it will sit cross legged gibbering in thanks to her phantoms
the truth nobody in this world is sane, they are just acting conformist day to day, enduring the gossip, stating the obvious, replying the inanities and repeating their life story.
Their lives are shambolic and they don't know who or what can save them from this nightmare of an existence.
some of us much bolder who prefer to keep quiet than join in this charade are attacked for being anti social from stigma to plain insanity so to keep myself from the horde of ignorance the foolish public option of a zombied populace I act like I care ogle when I see a gorilla pass by, repeat the same stories smile when they make effort , I check my time and it's 4 0 clock I must repair before this deception reification becomes my life.
society is such nonsense, to the books my liege where true sense exist and real dialogue take place
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