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Tuesday 11 August 2015

"I don't know what happened! I am very sorry. I don't know where it is but we will look for it....Oh. Here it is. I am quite thankful to have found my bible and the verse I needed for this essay about supporting and revering God's word! Now I have peace."; A post modern poem sort of.

Some preached for equality or human equality but did they preach only to seek authority and attention and they would preach and pray so beautifully? When it was all over, everyone reverted to a persistent lack of self knowledge while they would use their communal authority to damage the property of anyone who did not seem interested in the attention or the authority above salvation and the fulfillment of fellowship. It felt unusual.   But, no one would really know the truth of that people in that land until the bandaid of horrible societal oppression was ripped off the truth of the wound of self-inflicted communal subterfuge.  Maybe it's just the "hot pot" eating cousins from those Islands who know how to work it and who don't really care about anything but their own personal authority and the attention. They also know how to send their daughters to lie down with the building owner and they will actually tell their children to go to the principal's office and just take their clothes off in junior school.  This is their version of the dignity.  Maybe Coretta didn't know how these people were working the other way, 360, before and after the signing of the Acts. One day Rodney King will die 10 days a week on CBN 360 news network. But, how is thata possiblea when there are only seven days in a weeka?  It's just that sex is their works of faith and it works well on the legislation so you better take it off and shake it when they tell you; they say or you can write placards again.  Hence, they have a tendency to resent the word of God.  It's hard to know these days after all the mixing up in  the "Le Freak cest chic" generations as to who is who.  Are they American because I don't think their goal is your communal goal but something else; division?  You need some more melting pot before you follow the Le Freak and make your toast in the oven and not a toaster to respect their need for authority. Drink non-alcoholic wine and then fight anyone who does his own work since he might have authority. Let air out of their tires if they show up at church since they might be working for the man.  Did you hear the one about the Pastor who tutored his son in English and then after his son graduated with an A, he told everyone his son's result and his work is a symbol of English hegemony (why not human excellence?) or maybe he is trying to be me and that they should use his work since if he go an A, everyone who hands it in should get an A? They are not supposed to give A's to people like me according to my self-expectation or my sons but now maybe he is not my son? Maybe he is chineseish? But, I wouldn't mind if it was my grade and he could be my son since my mother was a quarter something since she had good hair sort of ish! Let me put on my Rushton jacket and see if my bits are still in the bottle so I can remind myself of how he could not really be me though; eh hmm! The jacket never really fit with all of these thorns or needles in the side. Maybe he is trying to be me so I will give his essays to the big white lady politician in that country and ask her to kill him and she will give the essays to her daughter so we will be All Bright. She will certainly help. We need to be All Bright. But, the lady said this will trump everything that I hold sacred, tried and true. That is not how you define Bright. Let, me call my friend Bill Bright to consider. He would probably agree when I ask how can I trump what we have died for on foreign soil? Biding time and prayer is best. Yes; biding time. We need biding time. Most definitely, it's cheating if it is not your work. Well, it's called self- knowledge and the fact that only the lazy refuse to accept the power of a word processor on an old 486 IBM compatible pc with spell check.   If you can't write your own essay on scholarship or otherwise using a word processor, just say so and you can pay someone to help. Pay a black girl. Some of them work really hard whether the Bishop tutor gave them the essays of his parishioner's son.   Your parent's lived in the Manhattan subdivision of Long Island and sold houses for a living. They ran their own businesses and you can't do your own work. What do the white scholarships do for a 1500 maximum word essay that only requires 8-9 references for a B with 900 words?  You have a machine with spell check built in. The word processor was specifically designed buy white people to help people on athletic scholarships; especially people of color so they could get a little academic help with their amazing athleticism and sexuality but not that they should plagiarize though since the scholarship should involve a little self knowledge in addition to the goal of obtaining a female contract with the Male NFL team of her waking dreams.  You might wish to say that the person's essays you intend to use one more time is not really "him" or "her" and you might be right since you keep asking someone to break into their home and put battery acid in their shower head but ultimately the essays are definitely not yours.  It is really them; isn't it? Ask Kendra and Stefano who are buying an IHOP in Williamsburg.  The most exciting symbol of freedom is a free library that has black members and white members.  Did you know that you could borrow a book that was held by a white, wealthy pastor or his cousin a week a go?  Isn't this a great symbol of melting pot celebration? So, melt in and get some self actualization by reading three chapters of your french relative's book; Baudrillard  or read your cousin Rousseau who was part black or St.Augustine. Have you heard of Franz Fanon?  He lived in America and died in Bethesda, Maryland. He tried to tell you to read some French every now and again. Tu d'accord? Maybe he is your cousin.

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