Presenting a maelstrom of seemingly unconnected images, thoughts and words. Like a pin-ball machine, if you will. Or a peanut rattling freely in a can.
Tonight I was hit with a hand full of eggs and huge rock on my back and called “Nigger” by a white guy in the backseat of a dark blue truck as I was riding my bike on Westheimer and Jeanetta. They drove too fast for me to get the license plate number. I had to get a cop to drive me home. This night makes me wonder how blacks did it back in the day, and why the community is looking the way it is now. I am trying not to cry, but I am in physical pain from the rock and not understanding why I deserved this.
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“I’m not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I’ve always been a freak. So I’ve been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I’m one of those people.
-John Lennon”
Lily Cole by Louise Park for Harper’s Bazzar Korea Jan 2006
Rambling Man
Laura Marling
If someone believes they are better than everyone else, they might be a narcissist
If someone constantly fantasizes about power and success, they might be a narcissist.
If someone exaggerates or lies about achievements or talents, they might be a narcissist.
If someone demands constant praise…
What he said. Night.
All’s I’m saying is there has to be someone that will do this for me… Right?
