I did not know that I could kill myself, so I prayed to God every night to take me in my sleep.
I begged.
I pleaded.
I cried every night.
Myself to sleep and hope to die.
and wish I did die and not wake at the tender age of nine
I would not be here today if the internet was at my fingertips and all I had to do was Google how to die.
I would have taken my Mothers pillss and slumber forever on the first try.
This year I did not go all out on Halloween decorations, because I knew I was blacklisted by the neighborhood.
I still put on a good show for those that wanted to come.
I was happy to see one pretty little cowgirl on her own; two brothers with a parent who works in the neighborhood; and the one kid who would make my night.
It does not matter if I had 30 kids or 3 show up.
What matters is, I always get to meet the one kid who says something that makes me think the whole world will be OK because they are in it.
I knew it would be a quiet door tonight so I gave each child 2 bags of candy, and this one special kid asked, " Do you have more bowls of bags?"
He was worried I would run out. I told him there is plenty for everyone.
I hope this kid runs for president one day.
Happy Halloween 2022!
What side will you be on?
When the homes flood, the earth caves in, and guns in your face?
Will you run, fight, hide, wait to be saved?
Will you be prepared and think only of yourself and your family?
Will you think like me and think fuck them?
Let them hurt, let them suffer, let them drown, burn, and watch their whole world go while clinging to their spoiled brat children that were taught to tease others?
That is how Christian non-denominational church go-ers think.
They really do suck!
You go to church, not to be a better person, but to make you think you are.
In the end you really are just a giant dick.
Means I am telling something people need to hear but not willing to digest!
I don't agree with "Woke" and that was enough for Instagram to shadow ban me after 2 years of nothing but posts about my animal farm.
Kind of ironic if you think about it. Orwellian happening in real time.
1984. Only my animals can't rise up. But why would they...all are free and I do not try to domesticate them.
I only feed them food, not bullshit, news, or anything else that would make them think they are not what they are.
Of course we get it and those that don't, wont.
Need I say more, Netflix idiots?!
Jesus Christ!
Why would anyone want this?
It is like having a child who can't eventually shit on its own.
It needs you, depends on you, would die without you ( not true by the way - unless you lock it up in its crate and can't get out if you pass out from a fire)
This incessant need for connection from anything is not healthy.
In the end, who do you think will survive if Armageddon happens?
I am fairly certain this Blonde will, but will you?
Really, you clicked on a title that literally said click bait. Did you think it would be what you want?
So sick of it all. Who fucking cares about him any more? Jesus would tell him to fuck off and drop him from a roof if you believe that second bible that came out about him being a kid.
It is all pretty ridiculous, don't you think? Or maybe you don't and just like to believe in demons fairy tales, and the biggest fictional book of all times!
Obviously they do not. So why put white people in the same bucket?
Caucasian? What the fuck is that?
Help You Help Me
Become a patreon and let ME live the life YOU want.
Absolutely shocked that people turn a blind-eye to a homeless person on the street, but two young kids with a cam and a laptop can convince others they need your money to let them live the life they want.
What is the difference?
Why them and nopt others?
Guess giving a crackhead money to let them live out his life doesn't come with a YouTube video so no entertainment.
But what if the crackhead did come with editing capabilities and would record their life?
What if we put gopros on homeless and watched them live their life?
Would you be interested? Would you become a PATREON?
And after you gave them money for awhile but got bored with the months of the mundane, how would that homeless person be able to dance back into your good graces and keep that money flowing?
It won't take long for me to write this.
I remember that day, the last thing I asked God.
I didn't ask him for anything. I was too young to even know I could.
I was in my room, scared to death that someone was going to walk in again. Beat me up for some stupid thing that had nothing to do with me.
I was just an outlet of my parents to let the stress out. "the shit gotta go somewhere"
Laying in my room, under that ugly, yellow-flowered bedspread, tucked in between as many stuffed animals as I could pack around me...
I asked God, "What did I do so wrong, that you hate me so much, to give me these parents?"
He never answered. I was 9.
I think only the older generation will understand the significance of James Bond's death.
Of course he was only a fictional character so to play the "WOKE" card on this is saying what? The older generation is obsolete? 007 is just a number, and nigger is just a word?
So why does it bother me James Bond is dead?
Why does it bother black people that "nigger" out of any other lips other than a black person is so disturbing?
What brings power to these things that can make a person so upset?
I use this blatantly vast contrast to make a point.
Obviously it is not the same, but why?
What button does it push?
