My first pain was a white man's hand across my ass. My second was a black man who let me down... My third was a white teacher who taught me "class"...
ACS. Do you remember? All if it? Not just the end. Every act of creation is first an act of destruction... An ugly beauty. Observation and possession.
Weeping women are my favorite. Thank you Mother.
Though Pain... You are my own.
I'm convinced.... Common sense will not accomplish great things... So my search continues.
On the verge of influential... and tears.
But not for that April 12, I might have wasted my life. No longer afflicted with a sense of wandering, EYE EMERGE.
I fancy it a kind of symbolic death.
This message is bloody. And FOREVER.
