I spent adolescence only seeing a portion of real. Peace’s cool &shit. Yet,it’s still important to kill; or, at least know how to.

"I know what I’ll do:", I said, "practice being blasphemous &cursing at the God they bow to."

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that awkward moment your mother thinks she’s doing you a favor by answering your phone, and you’re running as fast as you can to snatch it from her hands because you recognize the ringtone; and your friend can’t tell the difference between you or your mom because you sound exactly alike…and asks your mom when she’s going to let her fuck.

"ziggy quit acting like you don’t want my thighs around your neck!"

my mother is mortified.