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I was visiting my ex-girlfriend in London for some reason. And first of all I noticed she had STDs. She gave me a bunch of cash on my way to the airport, bags of it. I had felt stranded with miss monkeypox or something and this was supposed to reassure me i would get home.

But while waiting for the vehicle that was supposed to take us to Heathrow, we were attacked by niggers. They took stuff but didn't notice the money bags. We were injured and I grabbed the money bags and started running toward the house which was right in view (and lol of course it was the house I grew up in).

But more niggers saw the money bag grab and gave chase. Some had fallen out and they were like seabirds on us. Got into the house. Now what. We were followed of course. What good is this house really? It delays assailants at best, little better than a car really.

They came in and shot my legs and I just asked them "shit man you think I have to go to the hospital?" Then I tried to get up and the pain set in

Woke up and went outside with coffee and it hit me. This is real. It is ending before me. Millions of militants have just been allowed over our border by a foreign government and both they and the government have nothing to lose by killing me. The police aren't there for us. We have been atomized. We need a hero and I don't even know what they need to do to inspire us to stop taking it. That hero can only come at the last possible minute. That is the way of things. Things do what they must.

We are going to experience the rawness my friends. The truly deserted and exposed state.

Then I went and had a productive day.