I was outside and the cars and people were mean to me.
I tried to stare them down, but they don't listen.
Things were good, but I guess somebody farted.
They are playing around with the color of something I blog on, and it might mean something. They said someone I like is less and less there for the rest of my life, maybe, just because I said I was treated like a nigger in the same paragraph talking about someone and a situation.