a quick special forces… woulda got whatever dumb bill paid for ..

I agree.. I’d never wanna go backwards… and I don’t wanna be local exchanging all the value of woman out to man… when we …. got vaginas.

I’m tired.

why is it ok.

jus give me ya fuckin money so I can pay for ya fake ass man to show all the fuckin time.. to say he fake fuckmenn.

im only wasting time working to get the money so I can pay to show ya fake ass man.

that … i wanna talk to you from toilet bowl shit…

equals I hate my poor ass life.

I guess if we art… we don’t have to stress about how we’re perceived..

leads to less explaination…

but if I had to explain…

been feeling like a whole lot of somebody else… pregNancy. .. morning sickness… random throwups..

instagram feed real audio in area..

arguments about why they have to muse said talented and gifted artist on high levels in certain areas like look likes….

and jus deleting all my photos when I feel like everything is subtracting myself for others to gain.

Also… if you got different money I’ll come and get some sometimes… I took out a 20 personal coochie best…. and got a day of you wouldnt want to believe me…

but anyways..

calming skin. .

Title: “Streets of Character”

Setting: A small, quirky town with streets named after famous personalities.

Characters:

1. Albert Einstein Ave – A curious inventor always pondering life’s mysteries.
2. Frida Kahlo Blvd – A passionate artist who sees beauty in everything.
3. Martin Luther King Jr. St. – A charismatic speaker, rallying for justice.
4. Cleopatra Ct. – A confident and commanding presence, always in control.

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[Scene 1: Albert Einstein Ave]

The camera pans to a busy street where ALBERT is adjusting a peculiar invention.

Albert: (mumbling to himself) If I can just figure out this theory of relativity…

PASSERSBY stop to ask questions, intrigued by his work.

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[Scene 2: Frida Kahlo Blvd]

FRIDA is painting a vibrant mural on the side of a building. Locals gather, captivated by her creativity.

Frida: (to the crowd) Life is a canvas; paint it with your dreams!

The crowd cheers, inspired by her passion.

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[Scene 3: Martin Luther King Jr. St.]

MARTIN stands on a small stage, passionately speaking to a diverse audience.

Martin: (gesturing) We must stand together for justice and equality! Our voices can change the world!

The crowd is moved, joining in chants of unity.

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[Scene 4: Cleopatra Ct.]

CLEOPATRA is organizing a community event, effortlessly commanding attention.

Cleopatra: (smiling) We’ll host a festival that celebrates our town’s diversity. Everyone is invited!

Her charisma draws in enthusiastic volunteers.

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[Scene 5: Town Square]

The characters gather in the town square, sharing their ideas.

Albert: What if we combine our talents for a festival?

Frida: A celebration of art, science, and unity!

Martin: Together, we can inspire our community!

Cleopatra: Let’s make it a day to remember!

They all nod in agreement, excited for the collaboration.

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[Scene 6: Festival Day]

The streets are alive with art, science exhibits, and speeches, embodying the spirits of their namesakes. The townsfolk enjoy the vibrant atmosphere, reflecting the personalities that shaped their streets.

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[Final Scene: Sunset over the town]

Narration:

Narrator: In this town, every street tells a story, each name a testament to the lives that inspire. Together, they create a vibrant community, reminding us that our differences make us stronger.

Fade out as the festival continues, laughter and music filling the air.

[End]

I feel like a transmutation… like Kim Killmonger Pregnant Mutant…like I wanna throw up or hive out

next on how to pimp a collegiate student..

why does it matter so much then…? all the band people always post collegiate marching band photos during the week of homecoming… its like look… it’s that time of the year when my fellow alumni/alumnus post photos of themselves when they were not so rich/employed versions of themselves on Facebook…My main gripe is normally… alotttttt of them never comeback to homecoming or dont like how they really felt being unemployed during that period of their lives.. so its not fun as it seems…. becuz it mirrors birthday…. like imagine everybirthday you posted your baby photo from you came out the womb… I’m jus saying…

if Quinton was alive…. insert “OMFG” why don’t they post they were having fun at homecoming photos…

like foreal is yal in alumni band or what…

school loves employed alumni dollars…

and naw… we outta smile movie..

wearing red belike they all need something from every person wearing red… its like red god..and everybody dont have they own ideas unless it come from red. I rarely wear red.

Gray… old memories…

vivid memories of 98 spring … Cass Tech H.S. Marching Band playing” I’m your Baby tonight… memorable Elton Roxanne Keisha johnathan…

dont you hate that “invasion of the bull shit” (I mean body snatchers) start happening with your work, outside if work , friendships, families start happening… like I know you aint had a conversation with someone you stole from mu life to start saying his lingo around me…

so… when you wish mommy and daddy was an issue we was not movie-ing we was talking bout your girlfriends not our momma.

but its Monday.. and this jus my blog.

i dont even kno anymore… wishyou coulda stole niggas holydays for yaself.. type of bullshit…

niggaz in love with allergic reaction convo.

break break outtttt.. niggas keep on breaking me on owwwwt.

little half red. st jude.

last week aggie bullsmiths.. smile.

yeah when mine is taken out context… I say… “act like God and shut tf up”

soon much red…. rare outta body experiences… rare almost gag..rare homecoming experiences..rare someone feel like pregnancy.. rare look at myself nekked cuz I’m attracted to myself… rare get to my weight goal 20 craps in the toilet… rare dreams with reds ..all in 4 hrs..

good job tho

the experience unmatched ,finda blood