The power of Khia compels you.
My sugar just shot through the roof!
Deep in the bowels of Alabama, Antoine LIVES and TWIRLS. It's not his red scarf or his yellow smoker's teeth that sends my kidneys on a joyride for Jesus. It's the Negro expertise with which he narrates the story that gives me flashbacks of slavery. Harriet Tubman would get her life.
While I'm over here getting my insulin fix and reading a Psalm, get into the fuckery:
