The ones who speak the language of sarcasm with wit as sharp as knives used to free our minds from the entanglement of conformity -Conforming me? Where does my kind dwell? The ones with ****** thoughts, and I don't just mean misogynist thots. Naa, I mean the females who demand respect from the demeaning males that demand ***. Friendzoned the void of rejection or rather acceptance that a woman can be born free of obligation. We must hide our minds behind our behinds or ******* because ******* give off that ripple effect for the whistles. The hand...
Clearly an unfinished thought. I guess the other scrapped photo I wrote on the back of is somewhere. Maybe I'll find it or just finish the piece a different way.