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My life is pending. Confusion is omni-present. Heaven forbid that anything should offend old ladies. Today is MLK day. Now what does Martin Luther King mean to me? He represents a race that is not mine that I see needed some help. It's difficult to rise from slavery to equality. But the authorities are so set on deifying MLK that I can't help but distrust him. I know that these authorities stand for oppression, human slavery, and the destruction of everything that is great. Why they stand for these things I don't know but it is apparent that they do. No, what MLK Day means to me is that I can't go lap swimming because the school pool is closed. Seven-Eleven is open; they'd love to sell me more alcohol but the pool is closed. I had to struggle to find a place where I could swim. You see, water really stimulates my mind and my soul. All my best creative work is done around water. I'm listening to this Native-American flute music; it needs to be harder and angstier. But then the cuppies wouldn't like it. "Cuppies" is my new word for corporate yuppies, which is really what's emerged. You've got all these goofy conformists going around with this limited liberality; they love politically correct causes as long as they wouldn't offend Mrs. Hoover. They'd kill you for insulting MLK but heaven forbid that we should actually help the blacks out of the ghettos. Fuck, I wanna go swimming.
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Who I am; Where I come from Pt. 1
