the third grade betrayal.

I was swearing some saying words I knew were cusses but didn't have any idea what the words meant.  I was probably looking for a laugh or some cameraderie in exposing these strange words.  One or two of the girls from the back turned into black witches and gave me that stern, "Julian stop now!"  For the first time in my life I threw off the yoke of female domination and kept going with it.
Chicks couldn't abide and sat there calmly right in front of me telling my shit to Sister Everett.  Chicks had never betrayed me like this before.  They had to demonstrate their power.  Julian was a slave to the female body and that's how it must stay they were indicating though not saying that in particular just telling exactly what happened.  I guess one of them fucked Jason Van Garcia because when we called him he got on the phone and explicitly laid it out too, no concern for my feelings in the matter.  Don't you hate it when someone you thought you knew overrides your presence with forked tongue to the reigning party WHILE YOU ARE STANDING THERE?  We came to kill.
These are people I would have laid down my life for.  I give too much of myself and then I don't have any weed left to pour on the ground for nikolai when I smoke, and it spawns hatred in him.
There's a guy here who thinks I'm going to run and get some for him next week, but I have planned a choke hold on his supply.  Maybe I'll tell him another week another few days whatever when next week rolls around, but I'm not going to serve this freeloader.  I'm not even supposed to be doing the 'shrooms that he's given me a couple times in exchange and they hurt my teeth too.  I'm the one that suffers from the establishment keeping my fellows poor as dirt because "we have everything we need." Before I got here they had some kind of system where $1 was a lot of money, kind of breaking it down into cents.  I'm supposed to provide an influx of currency to the system, but it's damn hard to take a 20% on every dollar which would be proper thrown in my direction.  It becomes, "I don't care about them."  Money talks.  Two cent Gospel walks.
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You're the future of fire
You're the witness of war
You're the irony of justice
And the father of law
Been waiting for awhile to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the sufferin' you command