Perhaps it was a day of joy for some or a reckless afternoon for the most,here in Hankville,Louisiana,but there
wasn't even a soul in the sinful shining sun over here to see the facts.
You see,people deceive reality in many ways.They try to look young all the time,like a sinful shining sun amongst the shameful dark of others or pretend to be someone else and then call it a profession or insanity.
No matter what people do to reality though,they just keep falling down,like puppets in the hands of mr. Parkinson himself.
Hankville is a place nobody likes to live in,but everyone fits in,like a lizard in a swamp.Ladies here aint something to brag about,but down at Jimbo's you can fuck an African-non American whore for less than what it costs you to have a real one inside your house.So,we got that one solved for most male population of the town.
The rest of the town is an old motel,a monument of art by some dead dude.And of course,the Ballad,town's only and proud blues bar.A place for drinkers,gamblers,jazz musicians and some very seriously proud Woody Allen fans.
Me myself,I ain't no big guy.I'm just a pawn in a system I like to play.My name is Sonny Quick Robertson.But,you can call me like most people,Sonny.The story I'm about to unfold is no greater than the story of Johnny Cash,Michael Jordan or crazy Mike Myer's parties.
Today a man is on a trial.He is accused of being responsible for the death of 69.He is an innocent man.The play has been played and we are witnessing it every second of the very little time of our existence.
Well you see,here in Hankville,we don't like black people.
Well,don't take me wrong.I'm black too.
It's just that some people of us,can't accept the fact that America isn't and will never be a country for us.
America is all about being fancy,while fucking a blonde whore,inside a luxurious convertible and owning stocks and services and families.Fuck that.
We,niggers,should realize that these shit ain't about us.And we ain't gonna take it.
The only man who was able ever to rise above all and abide and,thus,become a legend.
There has never been a man or a woman so full,so strong and so complete,as the man I once met and whom most people call Morgan Freeman.Yes,a beloved actor and an actual urban hero.
Morgan Freeman.
Today in Hankville,we have decided to go back in time and kill Morgan Freeman.Before the trial begins.
And that is a fact.
wasn't even a soul in the sinful shining sun over here to see the facts.
You see,people deceive reality in many ways.They try to look young all the time,like a sinful shining sun amongst the shameful dark of others or pretend to be someone else and then call it a profession or insanity.
No matter what people do to reality though,they just keep falling down,like puppets in the hands of mr. Parkinson himself.
Hankville is a place nobody likes to live in,but everyone fits in,like a lizard in a swamp.Ladies here aint something to brag about,but down at Jimbo's you can fuck an African-non American whore for less than what it costs you to have a real one inside your house.So,we got that one solved for most male population of the town.
The rest of the town is an old motel,a monument of art by some dead dude.And of course,the Ballad,town's only and proud blues bar.A place for drinkers,gamblers,jazz musicians and some very seriously proud Woody Allen fans.
Me myself,I ain't no big guy.I'm just a pawn in a system I like to play.My name is Sonny Quick Robertson.But,you can call me like most people,Sonny.The story I'm about to unfold is no greater than the story of Johnny Cash,Michael Jordan or crazy Mike Myer's parties.
Today a man is on a trial.He is accused of being responsible for the death of 69.He is an innocent man.The play has been played and we are witnessing it every second of the very little time of our existence.
Well you see,here in Hankville,we don't like black people.
Well,don't take me wrong.I'm black too.
It's just that some people of us,can't accept the fact that America isn't and will never be a country for us.
America is all about being fancy,while fucking a blonde whore,inside a luxurious convertible and owning stocks and services and families.Fuck that.
We,niggers,should realize that these shit ain't about us.And we ain't gonna take it.
The only man who was able ever to rise above all and abide and,thus,become a legend.
There has never been a man or a woman so full,so strong and so complete,as the man I once met and whom most people call Morgan Freeman.Yes,a beloved actor and an actual urban hero.
Morgan Freeman.
Today in Hankville,we have decided to go back in time and kill Morgan Freeman.Before the trial begins.
And that is a fact.
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