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THE ROXANNE MANIFESTO

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HELLO, I AM ROXANNE, THIS IS MY SAYINGS. I LIKE THE BIG BOOTY BITCHES, I LIKE THE WEED, AND I LIKE THE MONEY. YOU HEAR ME?! CUZ I SMOKE UP IN MY PENTAGON HOTEL ROOM, SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE, WITHIN A CHAIR I SIT, I GRAB MY 20K GOLD BONG, AND SMOKE THE FINEST, MOST GREENEST, ABOSLUTE SMELLIEST, WEED. THIS THE WEED THAT WOULD PUT YOUR DAD INSIDE OF HOSPITAL, WITH A 5% CHANCE OF SURVIVING. HELL, IT WOULD PROBABLY KILL YOUR GRANDMOTHER.

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

Y CASTLE REIGNS IN THE SKY AND THE RAINBOWS CONTINUE TO SPARKLE. I CANT HELP BUT LOATHE ALONE. WITH LOVE SURROUNDING ME I CONTINUE TO STONE MYSELF, FOR HATE EXISTS, WHETHER I LIKE IT OR NOT. BUT I WILL EXPRESS MY LOVE FOR THE PEOPLE WHO SURROUND ME. FOR ENJOYING THE SURROUNDING LOVE, TO FEEL THAT FEELING. MAYBE THIS IS OK. I LOVE EVERYONE, AND APPREICATE WHAT THIS WORLD OFFERS. EVERYTHING HAS A HISTORY. A SEED SPROUTS AND TURNS INTO A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER, AN EGG IS LAID THEN BECOMES SOMETHING THAT STRIKES THE EYE. FEELING THE ROCK BENEATH ME, AND WITH THAT ALL ITS LIFE. SEEPING INTO MY BODY, I THINK OFF INTO THE STARS. INTO WORLDS AND LIFE NOT COMPREHENDABLE TO MY BRAIN. SEEING THE SLITS IN BETWEEN MY VISION, SOMETHING BEYOND, SOMETHING ELSE, AND SOMETHING NEW. ALL I CAN FEEL IS LOVE TOWARDS THE FUTURE, DESPITE MY ARMS.

PASSED OUT IN A FOREST, THE TREES CONTINUE TO SHIFT SLOWLY BACK AND FORWARD, WHILE I LAY BLEEDING. THE SUN SHINING ON ME, I WATCH BIRDS FLY. SEEING A PLANE, I WONDER OF THE PEOPLE INSIDE, THE LIVES THEY LIVED, THE CAPTAIN, HIS JOURNEY TO BEING WHERE HE WAS THAT EXACT SECOND. WHAT WAS HIS CHILDHOOD LIKE, HE WAS ME ONCE, MY AGE. WAS HE IN THIS GRASS, WAS HE IN A HOUSE, A STORE, WHERE? WAS HE JUST HANGING OUT? MAYBE DOING THINGS HE WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING. WHATEVER IT WAS, THERE HE WAS, FLYING A PLANE TO GOD KNOWS WHERE, AND AFTER THAT. HE’D FLY ANTOHER GROUP OF PEOPLE WITH THEIR OWN UNIQUE LIVES, TO ANOTHER LOCATION. FOR MAYBE HE DOES IT FOR HIS WHOLE LIFE, A FEW YEARS, MAYBE HE CRASHES AT SOME POINT, MAYBE HE RETIRES AND LIVES OUT THE REST OF HIS YEARS, HE HAS MAYBE SOME KIDS, OR MAYBE HES ALONE. WHATEVER HE COULD BE OR IS. THERE HE IS AT THAT MOMENT, FLYING A PLANE.

AND THERE AM I, SITTING ALONE. THE WORLD SPINNING BENEATH ME, AND MY DRUNKEN SMILE. WHAT MAY I BE WITHIN 5 YEARS, OR A LIFETIME, MAYBE ILL BE IN SPACE, TO DIE WITH THE STARS OUT MY WINDOW, THAT’D BE THE DREAM. OR MAYBE ILL BE IN THE CITY, HOPING FOR A MEAL. IM ALWAYS TOLD THAT WHETHER I LIKE IT OR NOT, ILL HAVE A BOSS, WORKING A JOB I PROBABLY DONT LIKE. MAYBE SOME PEOPLE HAVE AN ISSUE SEEING A BRIGHTER FUTURE, CUZ TRUTHFULLY, THATS WACK!!!!!! LIKE A MOTHER HUGGING THEIR CHILD, I LOOK AT THE WORLD. TREES GREEN, FLOWERS SWAYING, THE DISTANT SOUND OF CARS AND THE CHATTER OF BIRDS. TRADED MY PEACE FOR A LIFE, SLEEPING BECOMES HARD AND ALL I CAN SEE IN MY HEAD ARE CLOUDS. I DONT KNOW WHATS WRONG, BUT IM JUST HAPPY TO BE HERE! THE FRESH AIR FILLING MY LUNGS OVER THE MOUNTAIN. SHE GRABS MY ATTENTION GREATLY, I LOVE STARING AT THE TREES AND WONDERING ABOUT MY EARLY CAMPING YEARS. MY TIME IN THE CHURCH, OBLIVIOUS DURING THE TIME, NOT KNOWING THE GREATER WORLD. A GOD CREATED BY MY VERY OWN, A GOD SUPPOSED OF PEACE AND LOVE. BUT IN HISTORY SPREAD THROUGH CRUELTY. IF EXISTED, MUST HE BE ASHAMED.

THE IDEA OF GOD. BELIEFS A-MILLION, THROUGH MANY TYPES AND TIME PERIODS. BUT HOW?! ITS NOT ABOUT HOW, ITS ABOUT WHY. BECAUSE WHY WOULD I WANT TO SEE NOTHING, WHEN I CAN BELIEVE IN A WORLD AFTER. THE THOUGHT OF EXISTENCE IN NOTHING MAKES ME SHIVER, WHAT COULD I THINK OF FOR AN ETERNITY, WOULD I FEEL MY EMOTIONS, WOULD ANYTHING FEEL? BUT, I CANNOT SEE WHAT HAPPENS, WHY DO I CONTINUE TO WORRY, NOTHING CAN BE CHANGED AND THATS FINAL. PLEASE EMBRACE ME, FOR WHILE IM DYING, I HOPE TO FEEL LOVE IVE MISSED.

BUT WHILE IM HERE, ILL SEE AND STARE, THE EYES SURROUNDING MY ROOM, TO THE EYES LOOKING AT ME IN MY HEAD. THE PERSON BEHIND ME, CHOPPING UP STEAK AS I CONTINUE TO ROLL SILVERWARE. HE COULD TURN AROUND, AND PUT THAT KINFE IN MY HEAD. AND I COULD TURN AROUND, AND HIT HIM IN THE HEAD. THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN, OF COURSE. BUT IT COULD IF HE WANTED IT TOO, OR IF I WANTED TOO. THE PEOPLE IN THEIR HOUSES, WATCHING ME CROSS THE STREET, AND THE CARS WHO SEE ME. WATCH ME WALK. WHY WOULDNT THEY SWERVE INTO ME, IM HITTABLE. THERE WOULDNT BE SOMEONE WHO WOULDVE CARED, PROBABLY. INFINTELY DIFFERENT OUTCOMES AND REALIZING THAT IM JUST DUST. I'M NEUTRAL.