my favorite problem

[nosilverbullets]

semi's own the roads and issue tardy slip to surrounding automobiles. I watched yesterday afternoon as a young black man stood rejected, unable to sell large children books to owners of an adult book store. he waited to cross the street maybe to steal a couple dollars from lonely bank tellers drowning in loaned money

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[shikse]

i kinda think the same thing sometimes. i wish i could roll up into the hood and hit on someone's porch and see how they do. just hang out. see who comes and goes. what's the scene like. what they are doing that nite. i wish there was some sort of whity exchange program in the city.

drifty inspiration.

[anonymous]

write it in your notebooky, for your one-day famous novel. ok?! you have lots of good ideas. put em down before they fly away. x