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November 04, 2004
The Smalls
Why would our guy win? The minority must fight. This
is our roll. Our biscuit. This is our place. Our niche. Our quiche. I was not put here to ride the winner's
wave. Now I know what it's like. No white. I'm in with
the smalls. You, me. Lots of folks I know. Every other
color you thought you weren't. No more room. The giants
will crush their own hands. We'll spend time in a new find. Seeking harder, well rested from the past. Awake losers. It's us.
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Posted by Jon Olmsted at November 4, 2004 09:33 AM
Comments
you say it is coming
and how
well it came
and did it come
like an over excited elephant with a plastic nipple duct taped to its cock
the fucker blew and all we can hope for is the swallows
or maybe be one in the next life
Posted by: Aaron at November 4, 2004 08:04 PM