you know parents make such a big deal about explaining homosexuality to their children but when I was a kid I watched a show where one of the villains was a satanic cross-dressing lobster and never once questioned it
“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.
When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said, ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are.)”
It was going to be a great day
But fuck that I guess.
I just need this on my blog. Don’t ask me why.
I demand to know why.
FUCK! Now it’s on my blog too!
Sometimes I put on Hulu, mute the tv, blast music out of the laptop, light up a cigarette, crack open a case, sit on the couch and let the sensory overload wash my cares away. Blissful but lonely.