Talked to my doctor and she think I need some counselin. I ain’t tryna do all that just give me drugs. I kinda refuse to believe that some random nigga I don’t know and who doesn’t know me is gonna care bout how I feel. Just give me drugs. Sonny was right. Sonny was right about everything. She’s the one but still no one cares. Or one of the ones. You should’ve saw that smile on my face when that door shit worked. Just give me drugs I don’t wanna talk.
*licks your pussy then goes to your parents and yells*
WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS?
WAS IT YOU?
THIS SHIT GOOD!!
My grandma once told me “Boy shut up. He know you appreciate it. You’re the most appreciative boy I’ve ever seen in my life. You sound like a broken record with all these ‘Thank yous’ and ”Preciate its’. Shut up.”
Nigerian artist Joseph Eze’s (b.1979) portrait series deals with the intersection between Nigeria’s politics and the female body. Click the images for the title and date
The novacaine is wearing off. I’m starting to feel it and it feels real. I still can’t feel my face though. It is real. Unstoppable. Unbreakable. Unreal maybe.