“I wouldn’t recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”
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Love letter to identity
Object, something objective. Is this important to me? It has no emotion and no life but gives me hope and pride. You give me conflicted feelings of shame and hate but then remind me of great accomplishment of my fellow countrymen. Red, white and blue you fly high, there maybe controversy around you but at the end of the day your mine. I don’t care how you make me look and no I don’t vote for the BNP, you are my symbol of multiculturalism and change.
History you hold, future you unfold and hate you do not preach. Others take you to insight hate and intimidate, I take you to promote other virtues, respect, freedom and hope. No mater what you are you’re my flag, my identity.
“He doesn’t care what it looks like,
just as long as it’s pink and it’s tight.”
— Pink Glove by Pulp
