Lonely. I remember on
a television show one time, I believe it was CSI: Criminal Intent, I like that
shit, but with Goren and Eames, some of the best television ever, anyway, ol’ Goren, as usual, getting all in this
suspects head right? And he says to him,
“…you must be used to being alone.” And
the mothah fuckah gives him something he didn’t expect. The suspect calmly looks at him and says, “Oh,
you never get used to it.” Damn! Oh, mothah fuckahs wantstah sit up there with
their Billy Bad Ass selves and avow to the world, “I don’t need no fuckin body!” And all that you can do is give them one of
those lil smiles that makes them understand, “Talk shit all you fuckin
want. You! Yo ass needs some fuckin body!” Or why the fuck you leave the house? Why you livin in an urban area?... Shit, plenty of wide open space in Idaho,
Nebraska, The Dakotas, Alaska…where yo mothah fuckin ass can live sans seein
anothah mothah fuckah fo the rest of yo goddamn life. So, don’t try tah fool a recoverin foolah, or
try tah lie to a recoverin liah!
Shutitthefuckup!
Right-the-fuck-now! Cause you can
kiss my Black ass! Yah heard may?
Cause yah see, Goren, like my Black ass and you understands
the shit. But what you did was fucked
up! For real! But you see, yo sorry ass
went and applied the shit that was going on in your mind. As long as that fucked up shit stays in between
those two ears everybody’s cool. But
once action is involved in those fucked up thoughts that you, I and the rest of
this so called civil society have…then Houston:
We got a problem! And that’s why
yo sorry ass lookin at my ugly mug bein
bothered with questions; Mister or Miss don’t need no fuckin body!
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