In his image

In his image. Stumbling through the chaotic selfish masses, whose passing kicks and punches at honesty destroy the desultory syntax that paranoia inflicted. Curling the lips of the long kindred spirits. Lips curling with semi happiness of nervous distrust Lips curling with the comfort blanket of disbelief. Brown kids looking at white kids thinking your a liar White kids looking […]

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