I don't write. I create.
You found a bitch while receiving my magic. You were healing when you found a bitch.
I say, ‘fuck your new love that you think you’ve found, and since you keep making contact I know she’s not profound.’
You awarded her credit for the hard work I put in with you.
I’m just saying, ‘you’ll never do better.’
Tell you that you’ve read that lately?
I’m not hating, I’m just stating. FACTS!
My homie said you’re a crazy fucking USER.
That was the first time in a long time I laughed until I cried.
Twitter – @Dame_Unique:
Fuck the process.
Mix it up with pink lemonade and let it spray on the sugar feins.
At first, they blamed a group of people, because a video went viral and showed someone eating a bat.
Then they blamed a lab for allowing it to break free.
Then a small city was blamed and all the residents were labelled as people saw fit.
Later an entire country was blamed for it causing this.
They once ridiculed the health services and mocked cleaners, spat on bin men and stole from the doorsteps delivery drivers frequented.
Now they cheer them – they clap for our carers because they tell themselves that if I clap on a Thursday at 2000 GMT if I ever get COVID19 the NHS will save me.
Some blame the NHS for treating the sick, commenting, ‘You’re spreading COVID19, as you’re in contact with people who have it.’
Then they blame the government for suggesting we stay inside, stay safe and protect others, to keep everyone alive.
‘The Government have made the virus up!’ I heard a man state as I visited Tesco’s, ‘they wanna keep us quiet so that they can build more 5G towers! Fuck Trump!’
Then 5G towers were burnt to the core, apparently, they spread COVID19.
The blame was placed onto Corona beer, how unfortunate and unjust.
The blame shifted to the elderly, their immunity the lowest.
The blame was placed onto vegans and then taken away. The sales of oat milk shot up tenfold, what more could anyone say?
The blame was actioned on black people who resided in the country COVID19 was born. Videos circulated showing them being banned from the stores and locked out from their temporary homes.
The blame was sprinkled across wet markets over there and there and there. However, they continued the operate even though COVID19 had taken away many lives.
The blame sauntered to news reporters, medical staff, public transportation and lack of sanitation. #WashYourHands the main form of mass communication.
We are a world that enjoys pointing fingers, like the only kid that never stole a cookie from the jar. COVID19 is still present, yet we #Blame others and focus on who to troll next?
SOME PEOPLE SHOW NO SYMPTOMS OF HAVING CORONAVIRUS
We all lose out in the end, COVID19 does not discriminate.
The blame masturbated over social media and climaxed in the eyes of many…
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You’ve stopped drinking Corona beer through fear of catching COVID19, in other words, your ignorant mind has convinced you that COVID19 has been lingering for years upon years around the world, in bottles! That many people have been buying and consuming long before the COVID19 pandemic.
During my daily walk, I see you, I see many of you walking around like no virus exists. I see you standing right next to strangers or walking by them so closely, that you’re inches apart! Only a few inches.
COVID19 is still taking lives away from our Earth.
You’re out wandering around the streets, it’s more than essential travel! How do I know? Because I see you, I’ve seen you like zombies!
COVID19 is still present and raging through our earth.
Yet, you walk aimlessly around in close contact with everyone, not a care in the world.
They may not have used the Nightingale hospital straight away, but it does not take an expert to see that they will be busy in a matter of weeks.
Social distancing markers on the floor but only a small percentage adhere to the rules. I went out this morning to purchase essentials:
I arrived at the shop at 9 am, opening time. While adhering to social-distancing rules, 3 people came along and casually started browsing in the same box I was standing within – I had been in the shop for about 20 seconds.
I want this to be over as much as everyone else, but not at the cost of even more people dying – additional deaths because ignorant, selfish, detrimental people think that ‘easing lockdown’ is equal to the end of COVID19.
Coronavirus is roaming around our earth, invading people, choking them by filling their lungs with mucus and unfortunately, ending some lives. All because some of you are ignoring the rules and doing whatever you feel like – the sun is shining, let’s go outside and mingle. Let’s socialise and fuck the 2-metre social-distancing rules, I can stand/walk where the fuck I like.
‘It’s summertime bitches!’
Let’s play Russian Roulette with everyone’s lives!
Don’t worry about dying, we clap for the NHS every Thursday at 20:00.
So I understand from the female voice that you flirted with a girl from Sainsbury’s and it must have been some charming words used, as your girlfriend goes on to state, ‘you don’t tell me I’m beautiful.’
Right there, was a sign of her insecurities but you never provided her with any comfort. You replied, ‘you fucking stupid bitch! I’ll fucking go to my mums, you fucking whore! You’re the one sleeping with all the men you see, fucking tramp.’
I heard you slam the same door repeatedly, then you growled. I assume she remained in one spot, as her sound never seemed to move. However, yours went through your living space. She screamed, ‘I don’t care anymore.’ You responded by shouting over her, ‘the thing is yeah, you’re a fucking stupid bitch and I can do better than you. I only told the girl she looked good; everyone needs compliments during lockdown. I don’t need a dumb bitch like you in my life. Shut the fuck up!’
Her cries continue and after a few more fights with multiple inanimate objects, you slam the front door. I heard the lock turn…
A few moments pass and her crying turns into sobbing on the phone to her friend. I form the assumption that this particular friend has heard it all before, as your girlfriend shouts, ‘What would you know? You’re not understanding what I’m saying, this is a different situation, it happened today!’
It’s around 0100 I know you’ve returned as she’s moaning, no, not the crying she was doing earlier. She’s moaning in sexual delight, you’re silent! Apart from the odd pleasurable grumble…
It’s a new day, I think this is the first day you both made it past 12 hrs before fighting, again. A glass is broken, let’s assume it was glass from dinner? I hear you shouting (yet again,) ‘Who the fuck is gonna want a skanky, dirty, fucking hoe like you?’
The day after that, I hear the police arrive, only they knock the wrong door – I hope you heard them state, ‘we are here following a report of domestic violence.’
I have no friends.
Only faint memories of interactions I once had with some.
I sneezed on a train earlier today, and people looked on in horror and disgust.
I had sneezed into my tissue, my Kleenex tissue, my menthol double-layered Kleenex tissue.
I saw the Dark Lord appear.
He hopped from a fat person’s fat head to an anorexic’s knee and said, ‘Tell me, oh! Tell me, how does one identify the Coronavirus?’
I sneezed again and folded my tissue around my nose, for snot had peeked out and well, I suppose, nose-wiping is permitted.
The crowd ignored the Dark Lord. The flabby man raised his scarf over his mouth.
‘I’m told by God that the flu kills more people each year than Corona. But you filthy fuckers scorn Unique! Was a black man not lynched the other week? Is there not a war being fought overseas? Didn’t good old Mrs Smith from Chiswick die from heart failure?’ He tilts his little head to the side and sees a woman with red hair, squeeze hand gel onto her hands, rubbing them vigorously together and then rubbing it over her face.
Our Dark Lord Crow stops the train; a few wrists are broken in the process. The red-haired woman falls onto her back, Crow glides down and perches on her disinfected face. ‘So tell me,’ he whispers, ‘how does a mortal know the difference between the flu and its cousin the Coronavirus.’
The red-haired lady stutters, from her view, all she can see is the ass of a blackbird. ‘The news, news said, said that, that you can catch it from infected people.’
‘So you’re telling me Unique is bad bacteria?’
‘No, but, but she sneezed.’
‘So you’re telling me Unique has the coronavirus?’
But before she could answer our Dark Lord Crow, turned to face her and hurled out the most disgusting sneezed ever witness on board a train. It was a blend of the usual snot and mucus. But it also contained rotten bits of bagel, congealed blood and a small piece of a rats tail. Once he finished sneezing, Unique knelt and wiped his face with a baby wipe. Kissed his little head and said, ‘time to go home now.’
He glared at all the other passengers before infiltrating the announcement system, ‘CROW KNOWS VIRUS, CROW KNOWS VIRUS.’
They both returned home and enjoyed a discounted bottle of Corona beer.
I’ve always wanted a boyfriend.
Yes, a boyfriend. Just one.
I get one.
We click.
Something and something.
We split.
But that’s not the end of it.
He wants to come back.
I say, no!
I say, maybe?
I say, yes.
Sex takes me out into our universe.
You are my universe.
I love our universe.
You fill only 70% of the void.
I need another.
Boyfriend.
I know how to count, so I’m counting.
Addition, subtraction no reaction.
I know how to read so I’m reading, the messages you don’t send so I’m guessing.
I know how to think so I’m assuming, no contact in forms is just ruining.
In comparison to us at the beginning, we’re nothing right now you’re just sinning
Our beginning was flourish with no blots. Now I’m connecting all dots, you’ve just stopped!
Ruining connections, you keep stepping, over my thoughts expressing passive aggression.
Online many times just seeking, I see the signs many times I’ve been peeping.
It’s been a while, so you dial because you creeping.
Bitch claims to be stalled, so you call, shit is seeping.
I know how to connect, so I’ve disconnected. Those callbacks you speak of keep requesting.
My investment can’t invest, so I’m missing. Staring out my rearview is a blessing.
Like Amy I’m Gone Girl, I’m transparent. Everything on the peripheral is apparent.
I wondered if I’m at fault, I’m impatient. But your actions I speak of, I’m just saying. You could do better, but you’re playing.
Emotional intelligence is a blessing, I know this emotion, I’ve faded.
@Dame_Unique
‘In the middle of the village lived Old Mother Shoemaker. She took some old scraps of red cloth and did her best to make them into a little pair of shoes. They were a bit clumsy, but well meant, for she intended to give them to the little girl.’ (Hans Christian Anderson)
Very often, I see/hear ‘witness’ others complain about what they have. And not show appreciation for what they’ve got. ‘I need a new phone!’ Although, their current phone was released 8 months ago and purchased via contract 3 months later. ‘I need a new phone.’
Homelessness is very high across the United Kingdom, but what is the definition of United, when we can’t spare some change, but we do produce £79+ for a pair of Jordans. *Although, we already have 4 pairs in excellent condition at home. Home! Our Kingdom…
Gratitude: the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.
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