You don’t know what angle she is coming at you from. I know how atlas thinks. it's the stuff they put in her mind
Briefly.In freshman year I went with an Irish girl not blonde but brown eyes brunette. To some of you maybe total disgrace to western civilization but she was numero uno sweetheart of mine.Wild thing-we drove to the ghetto on the weekend to buy weed . She showed me shit about the city ,not even people from the city knew not unless you were from what goes for working class.booze ,weed, bar fights and catching up with classes. Her father, retired cop ,liked to recite poets like edgar allen poe and wordsworth . her brother worked in garage . auto mechanic. because of her and her family I experienced America in a way few foreigners have. I lived America like an American lives it thanks to her. Everything the good , bad and the ugly. It’s because of that I love America . The best Americans are the regular people. To me they’re. I had to go home. I got her a car because I worried about her taking public transportation late at nite.she crashed it and it killed her .Then the likes of her , the ten for a penny on the Arabian meat market ,likes me…we’re walking she robs her body on me ….it rained we went under an awning she leans on me …..i pushed her away. she asks me to help move furniture at her place. there she says to me how could I allow my Irish gril to touch me as she was unclean, I flipped out and tore up her place to pieces. smashed the whole fucking place while she stood there shaking.
How is it she who travailed in a garment of beauty and grace died while dead brain useless matter lives on? How can anyone speak so ill about the departed about her whose voice was sweeter than honey. A light is extinguished and darkness allowed to set ? a light spirit ,I never seen any like but never to see again. whose call was it?
What is this hatred ? where does it come from? The answer is in that book of poison for one. You will see soon enough. I’ve shit to do now though, I don’t even have a quran. But in the net plenty
Briefly.In freshman year I went with an Irish girl not blonde but brown eyes brunette. To some of you maybe total disgrace to western civilization but she was numero uno sweetheart of mine.Wild thing-we drove to the ghetto on the weekend to buy weed . She showed me shit about the city ,not even people from the city knew not unless you were from what goes for working class.booze ,weed, bar fights and catching up with classes. Her father, retired cop ,liked to recite poets like edgar allen poe and wordsworth . her brother worked in garage . auto mechanic. because of her and her family I experienced America in a way few foreigners have. I lived America like an American lives it thanks to her. Everything the good , bad and the ugly. It’s because of that I love America . The best Americans are the regular people. To me they’re. I had to go home. I got her a car because I worried about her taking public transportation late at nite.she crashed it and it killed her .Then the likes of her , the ten for a penny on the Arabian meat market ,likes me…we’re walking she robs her body on me ….it rained we went under an awning she leans on me …..i pushed her away. she asks me to help move furniture at her place. there she says to me how could I allow my Irish gril to touch me as she was unclean, I flipped out and tore up her place to pieces. smashed the whole fucking place while she stood there shaking.
How is it she who travailed in a garment of beauty and grace died while dead brain useless matter lives on? How can anyone speak so ill about the departed about her whose voice was sweeter than honey. A light is extinguished and darkness allowed to set ? a light spirit ,I never seen any like but never to see again. whose call was it?
What is this hatred ? where does it come from? The answer is in that book of poison for one. You will see soon enough. I’ve shit to do now though, I don’t even have a quran. But in the net plenty
