New York City 1948


10:32 p.m.-2003-12-20

reloading duckblind

Salsa merengue tejano forking holiday music?!? Sure, why not. Obviously all innocent tenants connected to the air shaft of your building should be subjected to your inescapably loud, raspy tinny, agonisingly simple, jangle jangle noise pollution. Drip torture rattling of your drum sticks accompaniment on the windowsill since you can't afford an actual kit. Hooting and hollering like a juiced Hollywood stereotyped bandito. We all love sharing in your waste of culture.

Huge misperception exists. Guilty conscienced white people, and disaffected everyone else, has pillared this erronious pervasive idea. The idea that simply because a habit erupted from your ethnicity that it's automatically valid. That all victims of it's stink must squinty grin and give it a pass.

Fuck that. Some of my ancestry ate fish primed in lye, drank each other's piss after imbibing magic mushrooms, wore silly lederhosen and hopped around like Jerry's kids to accordian music. Not to mention genocide. All practices more than ready to expire. More than happy to vaporise those traditions in my personal life to the calm of all. Your fucking horrible repetitive ear pain should as well.

But no, you have to open your wounds in my face. Your oppression so deep that it has to leech out of the mud and scream. You can't understand why your abysmally underfunded education left you so ill equiped that you have to make the loudest noise possible to force others into recognising you exist.

The emptiest pail makes the loudest echo.

Not feeling very rainbow coalition this eve. Physically sick from lessened peace. Can't dig my fingers into my insanity. The latin quarter rejects are hounding my ether. Witless terrorism. Prisoner of the caste war.

Feh, ain't nothing but five percent segments of all cultures that don't hurt my head. Like, why do you have to nasal punching reek like that? Why you gotta thank fairy tales floating in the sky for all your luck or success? You definitely need to drive that three miles per the gallon tank to the grocery store huh? Khaki's and golf shirts are what you consider comfortable? You always have to be hard and toss machismo in the front? Taunting a bull to his death is amusement? You thought your face looked better with a gold tooth in it? It's really imperative that you ritualistically hunt whale to extinction? Gathering on the sidewalk blocking people's path to prove vacantly that it's your turf is absolutely necessary?

I'm scattered and don't understand none of you people. I honestly want to be abducted by naked olive skinned lightbulb headed beings. Few anal probes here and there. Just get me off this rock.

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