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Train Station, 5 a.m. I was at the El station at Belmont waiting for the train that would take me to work this Louis Farrakhan wanna-be had been pacing around shouting and insulting people for several minutes he shoved his flank into a spot that wasn't really a spot between me and another man on the bench he called the man a house negro and said that he himself was a field negro he let out this loud fart from hell that smelled like Chinese food he jumped up and shouted ―YOU HONKIES STINK!‖ and walked away.


SPIRACLE JOURNAL Volume I Issue No. 1  

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