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Its a scam, its a scam, see the Crimson Gang deftly scamming them They by sleight have befuddled gullible masses Moral Compass Made them see wrong as right twisting their brains from the stem With deceitful guile they shepherded them all to the fools' campus Slander and fake News galore fed to vacant hungry masses scrum Knowledge is power the reprobates declares, do not let it pass We're the majority the bullies screams, knowing they're just scums Worthless charlatans who rob successes and **** without cutlass They take a foregone conclusion and coat it with fool's gold crumb A victim with no intention of going after an uninterested lass Dumb masses fed fake news fooled into harassing actions dumb A non-event becomes a show of the controlling might of our class Crimson gangs interpret a non-events from his deluded sad drum Creates a warped sick drama round a hapless victim for laughs Gives street theater actions to masses, these will oppose and numb Whilst poor victim subjected to 'voiding' madness wonders past The Crimson leaders laugh so much like pirates drinking *** Look how we manipulate the masses, they are so simple and crass With our devious twisting propaganda they eat out of our *** We simply use them to nail and crucify our victim to the cross
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
Together We Stand......
I'm so tired of scammers! There are so many around! For every situation, A scammer is to be found. There's the email message From a "friend" stuck overseas Whose money has been stolen-- Who needs your help, please. Have you received the phone call Saying that you're in big trouble With the I.R.S. and insisting That you must pay on the double? Computer hackers will take Your PC hostage and say That you'll lose ALL your computer Data unless you pay. What about being a winner Of a contest? All you must do Is forward them some money And they'll send the "winnings" to you. If you by chance get a call From "Microsoft" or "Dell" Saying your account's in danger, Tell them to go to hell. Scamming probably reaches Far back into history. The demise of the Neanderthals Might not have been a mystery. Did early **** sapiens With carefully planned persistence Scam neanderthalensis Out of its earthly existence? If scammers had put their know-how In a positive direction, We could say, "Three cheers For natural selection!" But, no, we're stuck with scammers-- A problem that clearly shows That if we want to survive, We've got to be on our toes! - by Bob B
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
Scammers
I used to feel ashamed to be put in the category of: Illegal, immigrant, undocumented, Or simply not a U.S Citizen I’ve been oppressed and rejected from: Jobs, schools and programs, Because I’m not a red-blooded American But through God I learned that I should Be proud of who I am and what country I come from And that makes me free Because I still have choices I still have options As long as I try, I can smile As long as I have God My life is worthwhile Because I’m His child I can’t contain myself any more I’m tired of being broke and poor I’m going to get that full ride Into a 4 year college I’m going to get that steady job security with: A steady paycheck, that’s re-locatable and it’s fun I’m tired of lying, hiding, and scamming To get into organizations, staffing agencies and jobs That would help my life be healthier I dislike the fact that you have to Get married to get a green card I hate using a fake social security number Or tax ID on applications that ask for it I don’t like making up excuses about Why I don’t qualify for financial aid or unemployment But I’m going to man up and keep moving forward It doesn’t matter how much: Pain, anxiety, frustration, bad attitudes, Disappointment, confusion, heart break Or put downs I get in life I’ll keep fighting the good fight with all my heart And I’m going to be honest even if hurts me Because I still have choices I still have options As long as I try, I can smile As long as I have my God, My life is worthwhile Because I am His child By Shannon Pollard © December 2012
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
Go For the Gusto
I used to feel ashamed to be put in the category of: Illegal, immigrant, undocumented, Or simply not a U.S Citizen I’ve been oppressed and rejected from: Jobs, schools and programs, Because I’m not a red-blooded American But through God I learned that I should Be proud of who I am and what country I come from And that makes me free Because I still have choices I still have options As long as I try, I can smile As long as I have God My life is worthwhile Because I’m His child I can’t contain myself any more I’m tired of being broke and poor I’m going to get that full ride Into a 4 year college I’m going to get that steady job security with: A steady paycheck, that’s re-locatable and it’s fun I’m tired of lying, hiding, and scamming To get into organizations, staffing agencies and jobs That would help my life be healthier I dislike the fact that you have to Get married to get a green card I hate using a fake social security number Or tax ID on applications that ask for it I don’t like making up excuses about Why I don’t qualify for financial aid or unemployment But I’m going to man up and keep moving forward It doesn’t matter how much: Pain, anxiety, frustration, bad attitudes, Disappointment, confusion, heart break Or put downs I get in life I’ll keep fighting the good fight with all my heart And I’m going to be honest even if hurts me Because I still have choices I still have options As long as I try, I can smile As long as I have my God, My life is worthwhile Because I am His child By Shannon Pollard © December 2012
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The flames branching upwards in a spire It's cruel twists never seem to tire A dark soul comes from the fire It's Sam, a kid they all admire Fables try to claim thee Through stories of a tree Branching upwards in a plea A widow stares at a stain, left by the rain Constructs a local fane, all in her saviours name Caught between the fear and guilt Of living off someone's fame Knowing the day it all stops, she'll be engulfed by a flame Abaddon is calling, Ezekiel is balling Babylon returns Mathias saw the world, while Belial just watched it burn With immense follow through The path becomes true As he watches triple 7's disciple scamming for a buck or two Out on a past due lease The Man Of Peace
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
Duality
Wanna know what ***** **** paying for fifty Buck's in gas And only getting twenty five bucks worth, gas station scammers
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Scamming for gas
typewriter rhythm clacking away new beats tempo exchanges computer lab concerto fair-weather phonetics hunt and peck symphony symbolic of the system poking at inmates pecking at the enforcers attempting to gain an education -- floating above the ruckus offering research aid I sit at the desk seeking only to enlighten service work for those suffering servitude serfdom post-modern slavery complete with subsidies scamming the con-men -- white house looks best through prison barred windows
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
glimpse into my workday
Please be careful and don't reply or email the profile stephanibaby, they have been scamming people and sending them messages saying things like Hello, I am Miss stephani, I have go through your profile, Well according to your profile,on this site I think I've taken an interest in it. We can get to know each other better through this way, my email is ([email protected]) WRITE DIRECT TO MY EMAIL ID I have something important to tell you.i hope to hear from you. Thanks yours , stephani Guys please be careful, thank you
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
WARNING THERE IS A SCAM MESSAGE GOING AROUND
The woman who had her wings clipped in a car wreck showed me how to swallow truth deep into my throat, how to pull it out with minimal damage - told me being a circus act is easier than being a good person. And it is! worrying about money isn't apple pie, worrying about appearances, disappearances, alien encounters, trafficking, scamming - all so sticky they causes me to gag. When you worry you lose sight of the trophy buck... Which doesn't matter to me, it's your video game - its hooves are in the field, stomping pumpkins and viny gourds to mush.
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
Untitled
hey ****** ****** the cat was on the fiddle a conman cat was he claiming lots of benefits and anything for free working on the side not going through the book a proper little villain a proper little crook he took holidays travelling abroad with  the money he had made from his  scamming fraud he started getting watched to stop his little scam his benefit was stopped now he was in a jam cat he changed his way started going straight now he was a honest cat  before it got to late
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
con cat
Latin love to be called ******* we pick fruits and vegetables for a living. We latins love cleaning toilets and floors and being maids in rich households. Latins steal what ever ain't tied or sealed to something in rich homes we work as maids in. Latins are mainly janitors or mechanics. Latins got a natural instinct to run when we don't have a a green card from the border patrol. Latins love being migrant workers. Latins dance and have *** all day. Latins don't believe in birth control and our population is growing faster than one of my other cultures asians. We latins think our skin is not brown we closer to white and bleach our hair blonde. We latins love mooch off all and not pay back what we borrow. We love drugs and make them and sell them in our ghettos. We live in small houses with hundreds of family and other latins living in only one room. Latins favorite foods are tacos not like ones taco bell makes. Latins are lazy. Latins come to America to get welfare and make their babies legal immigrants. My latin uncles cell fruit on the freeway off ramp when they aint out doing drugs and scamming money off someone. Latins come to America love working as day laborers to get a day of pay then don't got back to work cause they lazy.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
I am Blasianic(black, asian, latin mix) part 2
~ Standing to fight In the heart of the city The jungles of asphalt where neon flashes evil as sidewalk dwellers window shop hate and find peace labeled “Not for sale” I cling to my beliefs in lamp post graffiti Spray painted wishes fading in color and store owner nightmares, defacing the brick walls surrounding my very existence Fear falls in pamphlet raindrops, pages scattered beyond the welcome mats of big box politicians in paisley ties and sharp creased slacks, shaking hands and scamming votes Promises made circled in cigar smoke and cheap wine, fall on unsuspecting ears as truth until the “sorry we’re closed” signs spin in favor of loss… opening for business to the throngs of the needy I see their eyes, hollow, faltering of sorrow as worry becomes the next day’s problem Reaching into my pocket I retrieve the multi-colored wings you gave me…just in case and I fly to be with you Unable to face the fall…of humanity
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Face the fall
Good old Hawk. He was quite a guy. The truth of the matter was that Hawk was a needle freak. He was hooked on morphine. He had hepatitis. There was a whole in Hawk's arm where all the money went. Sad but true. Except for enough money for two beers for the Hawk and me. Who has to hear it. No one, everyone. Needles can be useful for medicine: they can also be a curse. You pierce the skin and feel the ruch and the juices flow unil you get your fill. But there never is a fill until it's over. Don't kid yourself. It will be over because it's a dead end trip. You'll crash at the end of your last trip. And the trip you have on earth will be on of misery and despair. Nirvana doesn't come cheap. Hundred dollars a day habit could lead to desperate measures. A life of crime, scamming, pawning, betting, borrowing, and stealing. I'm glad to say Hawk held himself above all this. It could not have been an easy road out to travel. He overdosed three years before the end. Hawk actually died and was revived by some kind of good fortune, or was it good fortune? Hawk after this had no memory or regular thought process. Hawk wasn't the same man after that. It was not a pretty sight. He was a hollow man, a mere shadow of his former self. I grew tired of telling Hawk the same thing over and over again. He lived with us for a few years. He moved out into a group home which he didn't like -- too much macaroni. About six months later Hawk was found on the floor of the group home bedroom. This time he was really dead. I don't know if needles were involved. I never heard the details. I like to think needles were not involved for the last three years of Hawk's life. I know he was clean for all the time he stayed with us. However, a great deal of damage had already occurred when Hawk came to live with us. Hawk was a night person. He would lie there on the couch watching TV all night long with our dog Ming faithfully by his side. They loved one another those two. They were soul mates. Hawk gave Ming her favorite toy -  a little blue ball. Hawk never gave up. His sister would come with raspberry pie and Hawk would glow for a few days. Anyway, I gave Hawks eulogy. The song for the eulogy, "The needle and the damage done" by Neil Young. To soar like a Hawk. To crash into the ground. I'd like to think his spirit soars like a hawk. Maybe now Hawk has found the peace he never found in this life.
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
The final chapter
Good old Hawk. He was quite a guy. The truth of the matter was that Hawk was a needle freak. He was hooked on morphine. He had hepatitis. There was a whole in Hawk's arm where all the money went. Sad but true. Except for enough money for two beers for the Hawk and me. Who has to hear it. No one, everyone. Needles can be useful for medicine: they can also be a curse. You pierce the skin and feel the ruch and the juices flow unil you get your fill. But there never is a fill until it's over. Don't kid yourself. It will be over because it's a dead end trip. You'll crash at the end of your last trip. And the trip you have on earth will be on of misery and despair. Nirvana doesn't come cheap. Hundred dollars a day habit could lead to desperate measures. A life of crime, scamming, pawning, betting, borrowing, and stealing. I'm glad to say Hawk held himself above all this. It could not have been an easy road out to travel. He overdosed three years before the end. Hawk actually died and was revived by some kind of good fortune, or was it good fortune? Hawk after this had no memory or regular thought process. Hawk wasn't the same man after that. It was not a pretty sight. He was a hollow man, a mere shadow of his former self. I grew tired of telling Hawk the same thing over and over again. He lived with us for a few years. He moved out into a group home which he didn't like -- too much macaroni. About six months later Hawk was found on the floor of the group home bedroom. This time he was really dead. I don't know if needles were involved. I never heard the details. I like to think needles were not involved for the last three years of Hawk's life. I know he was clean for all the time he stayed with us. However, a great deal of damage had already occurred when Hawk came to live with us. Hawk was a night person. He would lie there on the couch watching TV all night long with our dog Ming faithfully by his side. They loved one another those two. They were soul mates. Hawk gave Ming her favorite toy -  a little blue ball. Hawk never gave up. His sister would come with raspberry pie and Hawk would glow for a few days. Anyway, I gave Hawks eulogy. The song for the eulogy, "The needle and the damage done" by Neil Young. To soar like a Hawk. To crash into the ground. I'd like to think his spirit soars like a hawk. Maybe now Hawk has found the peace he never found in this life.
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. ****** Muslim loving Queer • • You know the type ! Lazy Welfare scamming *** pervs And drug addicts • )?( • An dey hate god An dey hate you and dey wan ***** yer wife And da kid !! )( Bad bad libbie !!! "" So Let's deport them all back to hell And build a fence so they can't get back in And ban that compassion crap And give government the power to **** anyone Not opposed to Big Government That'll show em ! .
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
.. augh !! -- it's a bleeding heart liberal ( --
Before fools began to recycle silliness or love and *** became a commodity to be bought off the shelves of our desires. Before muscle outranked intelligence Or the loose were voted people of the year Before a misguided girlfriend replaced a faithful wife And hardwork was kicked out of the door by web scamming Before *********** became only rounds of loveless *** Common sense lived next to sanity on the street called society. Because we were too busy watering the gardens of our stupidity Common sense gradually lost all sense and sensibility until there was nothing left to compose a corpse. Very few of us attended the burial Because almost all of us didn't realize it was gone... Uncommon sense told you how high crack could get you common sense agreed you were going to feel fly But like an airplane, you'd eventually come crashing like a pack of cards. Uncommon sense got her pregnant out of wedlock While common sense was still preparing a future under a respectable roof. The same society which kick against abortion Serves the pregnant teenager a cold shoulder and self-righteous looks of disdain. How do you ponder a picture without the painting Or seperate the sea from the Navy? Downloading apps to help bridge the gap between stupidy and foolishness As the brain lies unused like an abandon project. But like Lagbaja and his mask The more you look, the less you see The fool will always go shopping but will never put wisdom in the basket.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
SENSUS COMMUNIS (COMMON SENSE)
Flowing down the river of attention, a young boy cries. Begging for a home. Screaming for help. Soaring on the wind that is greedy, an old man lies. He's so charismatic. Scamming every life. Falling from the skies of beauty, a woman races. She has deadly speed. The impact is coming. Floating in the ocean that is empty, is a mind that can no longer think. It can not connect. It can not find its self. Living on the ground that is wary, is a now tired teenage boy. He looks tough, he's weathered the pain. But he is not okay.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
Flowing down the river of attention...
I am Blasianic(black, asian, latin mix) part 2 Latin love to be called ******* we pick fruits and vegetables for a living. We latins love cleaning toilets and floors and being maids in rich households. Latins steal what ever ain't tied or sealed to something in rich homes we work as maids in. Latins are mainly janitors or mechanics. Latins got a natural instinct to run when we don't have a a green card from the border patrol. Latins love being migrant workers. Latins dance and have *** all day. Latins don't believe in birth control and our population is growing faster than one of my other cultures asians. We latins think our skin is not brown we closer to white and bleach our hair blonde. We latins love mooch off all and not pay back what we borrow. We love drugs and make them and sell them in our ghettos. We live in small houses with hundreds of family and other latins living in only one room. Latins favorite foods are tacos not like ones taco bell makes. Latins are lazy. Latins come to America to get welfare and make their babies legal immigrants. My latin uncles cell fruit on the freeway off ramp when they aint out doing drugs and scamming money off someone. Latins come to America love working as day laborers to get a day of pay then don't got back to work cause they lazy.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
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I am Blasianic(black, asian, latin mix) part 2 Latin love to be called ******* we pick fruits and vegetables for a living. We latins love cleaning toilets and floors and being maids in rich households. Latins steal what ever ain't tied or sealed to something in rich homes we work as maids in. Latins are mainly janitors or mechanics. Latins got a natural instinct to run when we don't have a a green card from the border patrol. Latins love being migrant workers. Latins dance and have *** all day. Latins don't believe in birth control and our population is growing faster than one of my other cultures asians. We latins think our skin is not brown we closer to white and bleach our hair blonde. We latins love mooch off all and not pay back what we borrow. We love drugs and make them and sell them in our ghettos. We live in small houses with hundreds of family and other latins living in only one room. Latins favorite foods are tacos not like ones taco bell makes. Latins are lazy. Latins come to America to get welfare and make their babies legal immigrants. My latin uncles cell fruit on the freeway off ramp when they aint out doing drugs and scamming money off someone. Latins come to America love working as day laborers to get a day of pay then don't got back to work cause they lazy.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
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they forgot... i said: i feel sedated... i don’t feel drunk, i feel sedated... but there’s you with a horse’s head telling me otherwise... high on ketamine. as expected, the local highstreet is changing, a new shop opened, a café, serving all day breakfast, and it donned the union jack proudly on a pole, made me think about marching to war for a bit, but then i walked past the local estate agent, and, guess what, it actually allowed the travelling circus’ posters to hang on its windows next to unaffordable housing... (usually these posters are reserved for dilapidated buildings, you know how people, when it comes to gypsies with make-up acrobats and elephants) well... unaffordable... unless you’re a sheikh or a rich scamming nigerian; now that’s lucky for a giggle... a union jack above the café door and circus posters in the estate agents... ha; it’s like i’m watching the third partition of poland, although here it’s not the habsburgs prussians and the romanovs but the jazz singer blackface clowns, the regular clowns... and the mimes.
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
as expected / the local highstreet
hey ****** ****** the cat was on the fiddle a conman cat was he claiming lots of benefits and anything for free. working on the side not going through the book a proper little villain a proper little crook. he took holidays travelling abroad with the money he had made from his scamming fraud. he started getting watched to stop his little scam his benefit was stopped now he was in a jam. cat he changed his way started going straight now he was a honest cat before it got to late
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
con cat
I am Blasianic(black, asian, latin mix) part 2 Latin love to be called ******* we pick fruits and vegetables for a living. We latins love cleaning toilets and floors and being maids in rich households. Latins steal what ever ain't tied or sealed to something in rich homes we work as maids in. Latins are mainly janitors or mechanics. Latins got a natural instinct to run when we don't have a a green card from the border patrol. Latins love being migrant workers. Latins dance and have *** all day. Latins don't believe in birth control and our population is growing faster than one of my other cultures asians. We latins think our skin is not brown we closer to white and bleach our hair blonde. We latins love mooch off all and not pay back what we borrow. We love drugs and make them and sell them in our ghettos. We live in small houses with hundreds of family and other latins living in only one room. Latins favorite foods are tacos not like ones taco bell makes. Latins are lazy. Latins come to America to get welfare and make their babies legal immigrants. My latin uncles cell fruit on the freeway off ramp when they aint out doing drugs and scamming money off someone. Latins come to America love working as day laborers to get a day of pay then don't got back to work cause they lazy.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
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I am Blasianic(black, asian, latin mix) part 2 Latin love to be called ******* we pick fruits and vegetables for a living. We latins love cleaning toilets and floors and being maids in rich households. Latins steal what ever ain't tied or sealed to something in rich homes we work as maids in. Latins are mainly janitors or mechanics. Latins got a natural instinct to run when we don't have a a green card from the border patrol. Latins love being migrant workers. Latins dance and have *** all day. Latins don't believe in birth control and our population is growing faster than one of my other cultures asians. We latins think our skin is not brown we closer to white and bleach our hair blonde. We latins love mooch off all and not pay back what we borrow. We love drugs and make them and sell them in our ghettos. We live in small houses with hundreds of family and other latins living in only one room. Latins favorite foods are tacos not like ones taco bell makes. Latins are lazy. Latins come to America to get welfare and make their babies legal immigrants. My latin uncles cell fruit on the freeway off ramp when they aint out doing drugs and scamming money off someone. Latins come to America love working as day laborers to get a day of pay then don't got back to work cause they lazy.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
Untitled
I am Blasianic(black, asian, latin mix) part 2 Latin love to be called ******* we pick fruits and vegetables for a living. We latins love cleaning toilets and floors and being maids in rich households. Latins steal what ever ain't tied or sealed to something in rich homes we work as maids in. Latins are mainly janitors or mechanics. Latins got a natural instinct to run when we don't have a a green card from the border patrol. Latins love being migrant workers. Latins dance and have *** all day. Latins don't believe in birth control and our population is growing faster than one of my other cultures asians. We latins think our skin is not brown we closer to white and bleach our hair blonde. We latins love mooch off all and not pay back what we borrow. We love drugs and make them and sell them in our ghettos. We live in small houses with hundreds of family and other latins living in only one room. Latins favorite foods are tacos not like ones taco bell makes. Latins are lazy. Latins come to America to get welfare and make their babies legal immigrants. My latin uncles cell fruit on the freeway off ramp when they aint out doing drugs and scamming money off someone. Latins come to America love working as day laborers to get a day of pay then don't got back to work cause they lazy.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
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flashes of the past crash into my mass blasted and scratched, hide chapped, I clap and shout at the memory I approve of myself – Old images of self-worth re-birth And my fading girth is better for the earth Large ***** pass gasses collapsing the greenhouse, but I approve of myself – Internal health and immeasurable wealth As if the Delphi oracle imparted me with love for self growing stealth with approval of myself – affirmation nation retaliating against infatuation with concentration camp regurgitation my patience wears thin and yet still I approve of myself – Granting panic stricken epidemic victims Injections of insulin and bicarbonate soda So the right wing harm bringers Will no longer harbinger orangutans Oh! the will of man… Planning to land a dodge ram on the spam factory Rectally cramming grandfather clock hands Scamming bands of Ayn Rand fans I approve of myself – Derailed writings without direction Making up things like “latterly” …..better to just end it---- I approve of myself And much of this message
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
poo-pile with a message
I am Blasianic(black, asian, latin mix) part 2 Latin love to be called ******* we pick fruits and vegetables for a living. We latins love cleaning toilets and floors and being maids in rich households. Latins steal what ever ain't tied or sealed to something in rich homes we work as maids in. Latins are mainly janitors or mechanics. Latins got a natural instinct to run when we don't have a a green card from the border patrol. Latins love being migrant workers. Latins dance and have *** all day. Latins don't believe in birth control and our population is growing faster than one of my other cultures asians. We latins think our skin is not brown we closer to white and bleach our hair blonde. We latins love mooch off all and not pay back what we borrow. We love drugs and make them and sell them in our ghettos. We live in small houses with hundreds of family and other latins living in only one room. Latins favorite foods are tacos not like ones taco bell makes. Latins are lazy. Latins come to America to get welfare and make their babies legal immigrants. My latin uncles cell fruit on the freeway off ramp when they aint out doing drugs and scamming money off someone. Latins come to America love working as day laborers to get a day of pay then don't got back to work cause they lazy.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
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I am Blasianic(black, asian, latin mix) part 2 Latin love to be called ******* we pick fruits and vegetables for a living. We latins love cleaning toilets and floors and being maids in rich households. Latins steal what ever ain't tied or sealed to something in rich homes we work as maids in. Latins are mainly janitors or mechanics. Latins got a natural instinct to run when we don't have a a green card from the border patrol. Latins love being migrant workers. Latins dance and have *** all day. Latins don't believe in birth control and our population is growing faster than one of my other cultures asians. We latins think our skin is not brown we closer to white and bleach our hair blonde. We latins love mooch off all and not pay back what we borrow. We love drugs and make them and sell them in our ghettos. We live in small houses with hundreds of family and other latins living in only one room. Latins favorite foods are tacos not like ones taco bell makes. Latins are lazy. Latins come to America to get welfare and make their babies legal immigrants. My latin uncles cell fruit on the freeway off ramp when they aint out doing drugs and scamming money off someone. Latins come to America love working as day laborers to get a day of pay then don't got back to work cause they lazy.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
Untitled