Which Jesus? This one. |He’s knows who he saved.& the skillset pops bestowed. |Ye are all Gods. Children of the Most High. |Meanwhile in America
“omg!what do you want me to do-?!!” | THIS. Guy. …this.|Meanwhile in America.
Don’t preach to me about Bro code if this isn’t your definition of it.| Meanwhile in America.
…because of this.
Whutsmahnayme?
…if you can’t handle this type of energy, why should I play with you? When I feel like playing et al… | Meanwhile in America
We were ALL radicalized to even Be underground in the late 80s 90s. One way or another. Frankly. Case in point? Laramie. Where that shit happened vs where it could have to any of us, just for being different where we came from…was a motherfucking reality, no matter what the difference engine you were about, was.
Why the fuck you think everybody ran to NYC? There was a literal circuit, damn near underground railroad style, per genre peppered across the chunk of America I came up in… that emptied in nyc.