This was priceless, specially at the end when the black guy tells the white English guy,
to ask really, why did he come to this country and basically fuck it up.
Not the country but doing a bit of research about his career, CNN did shut his show off.
I´m watching too much YouTube…






“Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.” – Henry Miller

When I tell people I’m a writer they usually say something about a writer being required to have imagination. Or something like that. And I don’t think imagination is really that important. Yes, it’s kind of a cool thing, but I don’t think it’s a crucial factor to being a writer, or any other kind of artist, for that matter.

I often say that what we admire most in any form of artistic expression is the human element… that core we can all relate to (or respond to, or understand or hate.) All great stories are about people, about how they interact with each other and how they react to certain events.

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My therapy

Pissed off with that bitch,sorry did I say that word?
Yo Heard.t
The woman did comment on some post l wrote,
she did say if I was being sarcatic
plus the other thing she comments about
a wordrpess policy, threten me.
I can be silly but that shit I do take it serious really
a bit to say annoying
yet,I called her out, but never threating me
it would cost you a dismay
Being in the Leion,who the fuck you are

to try what I am, as a man.
Little punk.
I did not get into fights, but this is my therapy.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses,

Sorry God!

Why do they try to make me comment on reblog?
No comment, yet already did comment, mother ffffrr,
I like this poem for my own particular way of being so I decided to steal it from this great writer.

Butterfly Sand

My Mother never left me

Those many years ago

With my Father by her side

She’s watching Heaven grow.

I know she thinks St Peter

Should polish up his act

Those politicians he let in

Really should go back.

Angel’s wings are handed out

To the many and the few

But really those deserving

Don’t get the all they’re due.

Heaven is a place

Of peace and gentle love

There my parents rest you see

To give blessings from above.

Time will come I know it

When Mom will run the show

God has done a bang up job

But Mother’s make it grow!

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