The question becomes...will Kenya have changed too much for me to feel at home or will I have changed too much to belong? We'll see. My the way, my folks don't know that I am going home so shhhh!!!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Going home to Kenya after 15 years!!!
A little exhausted from the shopping. A little pissed that I have to get gifts...not cheap, just HATE shopping. Anyway, tomorrow is the big day...
Friday, December 3, 2010
Clash Between Perversity and Mediocrity
I hate how my moral compass, dictated by societal codes of morality, struggles against my wild cravings and natural human inclinations. It is as if my mind with its unwavering bent towards logic is at odds with my heart's passionate beats.
How does one reconcile this struggle without hurting those one loves so irrationally? How does one pursue both forks in the road without splitting one's soul in half.
And what the fuck is the soul anyway?
How does one reconcile this struggle without hurting those one loves so irrationally? How does one pursue both forks in the road without splitting one's soul in half.
And what the fuck is the soul anyway?
Whores on Santa Monica Blvd.
Bank of America is like the whores on Santa Monica boulevard, there is one on every corner. Seriously, I have never seen a diseased thing prostitute itself like this institution.
In fact, it is an insult to compare whores, hookers, prostitutes, gigolos, gold diggers, call girls, porn stars, sluts and any one else who sells themselves for sex, to Bank of America. At least with the former you are receiving some sort of pleasure from the relationship albeit for a nominal fee.
In fact, it is an insult to compare whores, hookers, prostitutes, gigolos, gold diggers, call girls, porn stars, sluts and any one else who sells themselves for sex, to Bank of America. At least with the former you are receiving some sort of pleasure from the relationship albeit for a nominal fee.
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