Lackawanna Blues

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:

The End of Days

Revelations ain't got shit on this here.

Not even Lee Daniels's Precious self-hatin' ass could have conjured this shit up!

These two queens at the Welfare Office got into a fight.  Jehovah knows where they was at.  Coulda been Compton or Detroit or St. Louis or the Bronx or Atlanta or Baltimore or Camden.  Any place niggers stay niggers no matter how many Bible verses you read to them.  Anywho, they was kickin and punchin and hittin and thowin each other all over the place.  But that ain't the worst part.

Then, in a stunning move that made even Jesus gag, one of the bitches vogued.  In front of everybody.  And had the nerve to think she was cute.  Shameless.

There's a special place in Tartarus for the walking cunts.  Believe it.

Gunkified all day.