JazzFLASH @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I don't want to know, but it's eating away at the back of my brain...the mystery. The masters watch me while my gears turn, and they know and I know that my gears can't help but turn, I don't want to know, but I will, I'll figure it out, the truth, and that's the one thing I'm afraid of.

@-@ I need to start worshipping "the black woman" *drools in hypnosis*

I messed up bad when I walked away from that Jamaican chick I was dating :C

When will a black waifu accept me into the black community T-T

I'm going to become a multimillionaire and get a top tier african wife with muscles and an unblemished body and I'll be her gross little husband and it'll make people seethe and mald

I'm watching a documentary on hulu about black twitter. So you guys can't call me racist I'm always fighting the internal battle like spock, my two halfs constantly at war with each other. I must constantly learn about black people, and learn to love my black side.

It enrages me that anyone in "controlled spaces" who comes forward and happily shares positive childhood sexual experiences is immediately shut down, shut out, shut up, and redacted.

Oh before I forget I got farther in the walking dead and I don't think Michonne is a bitch anymore, I ship her with Rick

When did you realize oomfie wasn't talking in elaborate code like a cypher genius but was actually schizophrenic?

I just thought about being a little kid in the 1800s as an assistant to an electrician scientist and totally understanding the magnificent intricacies and beauty of electromagnetism...and then one day you're helping with an experiment and go oops and then nothing, all at once and so fast and big that you can't comprehend. That would be a nice way to go.

I'll never forget the female teacher who taught me much about life. She was an unusual woman, hard as nails but soft at the same time, slick, like a needle. She liked me. I was charming, hadn't been hurt yet, was confident, we flirted a lot. She understood the flippantness of people in a way that I would not come to understand for another 10 years at least. Very little surprised or shocked her. "Was, until it wasn't" was a phrase she might say, but she was still human, under her porcelain veneer, I saw that weakness and that fragility and I wanted to protect her, so that she could teach me more.

Tell me there's girls who don't cheat, tell me there's girls who are worth more than a slip of paper

Personal thought: I am so done with the internets lies. It's all government disinfo now.

Don't worry guys just make money then bitches will flow to you like water flowing to the lowest place, such is the way of tao.

Society could create a space irl like a party type environment where it's all ages and there's nobody at the door "checking ids" and everybodys cool and nobody asks eachother their age because nobody cares. Like how the 60s used to be.