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October 9 - October 17, 2025
So far, all I had was a date; a single sentence introducing myself and scribbles of stick figures fighting in the top corner.
“And why is this white girl allowed to question me on whether Black people can fly or not? Why can’t we have magic abilities?”
I stood in disbelief in the middle of his raggedy office before looking around as if I was waiting for the cameras to come out to say I’ve been pranked.
I like the narrative voice. She’s funny
“He would have sex with men in the back seat while I sat in the front, counting how many red or blue cars would pass by,” she said. “That’s how I learned my colors and numbers.”
There is a lot going on with this family
“Look at your face.” She giggled before slowly sticking her hand out for me to shake.
Ok, it was a joke, I think. Because knowingly having sex in front of your kid is weirdo behavior
The way you can tell a woman is ugly is not by her looks but by how she looks at you. A woman will use another woman as a reflection to project her insecurities onto you.
“Souxie, when a woman you don’t know doesn’t like you, that makes her the ugliest of them all, sweetheart. Stay sharp, Papa is trying to teach you something about these bitches out here. You will be tried every moment of your life.”
Souxie daddy is such a hot mess
Asha really had no idea but it would explain why she got a letter out of nowhere. A siren that didn’t know how to swim.
Asha stood up right with a grin. “I love chewing y'all little boys out. My favorite thing to do when I’m bored. Y'all are dusty broke bums for real! She’s not interested! Next! Come on! Who’s next?!”
“The fuck?” She let out before obnoxiously hollering, “CAN I HELP YOU, LIL WAYNE OR CAN I HAVE MY FACE BACK!?”
This girl is so ignant LOL
I rushed over towards the mural to the two females with the snow-white hair and kicked my foot up while poking at my cheek in a cute manner. Courtesy of me watching countless hours of anime, the nerdy side was coming out.
James was a certified hoe. A nerd and a hoe.
The frowning hooded eyes, and fish-like mouth with the two toned bubble lips. I bet she had a bush full of hair under her arms and black soot on the bottom of her feet.
Not sure if a stuck up butthole or colorist
It was a flyer of two girls with full face makeup. The nails and colorful hair with their eyes glaring back at you, daring you to come inside if you weren’t as pretty as them.
The girls looked fake from the lashes, to the nails, and bodies, and the men looked like they slept with anything moving.
Uhhh
as well pack it the fuck up!” one with the locs shouted. “We’re going to whoever we need to go to, to report your ass for harassment and abuse!” “Hold on!
pops speaking like this?” Asha checked, looking incredulously at me. “Address me, boo, not my daughter. Who raised
Jean is #1 messy boots
why he does it. That man was crying when you walked off.” “Yeah…this
He has some fondness for her
I tried to hide my smile. I know a freak when I see one.
I smiled. I’d seen a lot of shit concerning magic… of fucked up shit but it was nice to see people enjoying their ability and not being afraid to show off.
“We meet every Friday and Saturday night after midnight at the grave site and you cannot have a weak stomach. We also like touching dead bodies and connecting with the dead by sleeping on their graves to become closer to the feeling of being unalive..”
LOL worst sales pitch
“You’ve never seen a talking cat? Come back up to Washington Heights with me, love, those Dominican pigeons be talking the most shit. I used to hear ‘em all hours of the night talking smack about the next bird. When they say the city that never sleeps, they mean the rats, the birds, and stray cats that be talking back and forth. That’s what they really mean.”
“On everything I love, which isn’t much! Point out anybody in here and watch me! I don’t care what I am! I’m coming the same way!”
“We should call our club The Misfits,” I said. “Look at us…None of us really make sense together. A talking cat–––” “Fuck y'all,” he muttered as he bit into a piece of chicken, making his little meowing noises. “I’m just here for this food.”
You don’t like me or my family?! First of all.” I pointed. “My mom makes the best mac and cheese, hands down. Anybody would be lucky to meet her!
“When you gonna come put a spell on me, Miss Priestess…” “Bruhhhh…” Quan muttered beneath our feet. “If you don’t get that whack ass line outta here–––”
She most likely made up her mind at that moment about me, seeing as I didn’t stand up for myself. That’s fine. Remove yourselves from my space and aura so I don’t have to.
use us as a vessel…a safe space–––” “Nope,” I let out, breaking contact as I dropped my hands. “Don’t use–––”
Girl, you should’ve been gone from this spooky mess
“No…no, no, no, nooo,” I let out, slowly backing away as Namir reached to pull off his cut up shirt, leaving his darkened pecks to glisten in the sun like rotisserie chicken.
He was shirtless, as usual because when does this man ever wear clothes?
“What, Namir? Never had someone show you how to eat chicken? It’s easy.” “Nah,” shaking his head as he leaned on his elbow, getting comfortable. “Just watched someone show me how to waste food.”
I stared at the veins straining against his skin and just had a moment…a brief thought of…what he…his skin…that sun kissed dark brown skin would taste like…
As soon as they sleep together, she’s going to turn
“You like me so much, you can barely stand it,” I whispered. “Maybe…” he muttered, rubbing his thumb against the bone. “Maybe I do.”
