Nigger love, Nigger Hate. Never know a Niggers fate. Nigger black And nigger white. Let's play chess To make it right. I've got mine And you've got yours. I can't heal Those fucking sores. Leave a scar because I've got feelings You can't feel. The things I get across Just get lost. They go nowhere fast At a nigger's cost. Nigger love, Nigger hate. Never know a Nigger's fate. Nigger love, Nigger hate. Never know a Nigger's fate. Killed the Nigger's king I made it trip, I made it fall, I made it roll, Turned it into just a thing. But no matter what I do, It always gets it's grip. Still, I can keep Playing, too. Nigger love, Nigger hate. Never know a Nigger's fate. Nigger love, Nigger hate. I can't love the Nigger hate. But it will never meet it's fate. I know the rhyming sounds horrible, but for the rhythm in the form of a song (Or at least the rhythm I have in mind), it comes out fine. Though it was inspired by racism, I want people to realize that what I wrote isn't meant to be taken as racist. The Nigger is just an ignorant person in the song, and his king is whatever motivates him to be ignorant, or whatever controls his thoughts. A short while back religion seemed like a big issue with me because of other people interfering with my opinions, and now I think the center hatred that some people at school have with me involves racism. A lot of people have the idea I'm racist because of a particular girl at school that I do not like, who is black. A certain conflict from fourth block today, though never mentioned, came about because of that black girl I do not like, in which none would [probably] have ever happened if she hadn't accused me of being racist. The girl was bit by a dog, so she was out today in my first block class. In fourth block a guy was talking about this accident, and I spoke up and asked him if it was this particular girl he was speaking of. It was. And then I naturally went, "Huh." This "Huh" wasn't in the form of a question, but it was a response to what he had said. He was under the impression that I laughed at her situation and was outraged. He was yelling and ignoring the teacher's request for him to calm down and sit in his seat. He went on and on saying random, meaningless things, among also saying to me "You're Nothing." My response to that being "And to me SaKeitha's nothing." He then added "Then what do[es] that mean?" And I ended with "Nothing. It means nothing." He didn't threaten me to my face, but one girl said I need to chill or my face will be in the wall, or something along those lines, even though I never really said anything offensive. The teacher yelled at me once, but if I'm not mistaken she apologized when she had seen that I did nothing wrong, and said she would take my side before his. Though it may seem odd, I think I enjoyed all of this, unless of course, it means I'll get shot or something. And you probably saw this coming, but this is another art update. ;- ) I finished the final painting of The Unbiblical Cord, and at first I didn't know if I was pleased, but realizing that it was mainly because of the colors I used, I then became pleased with it, because I was not willing to compromise with using different colors or shades. It was just how I wanted. I'm not sure if I'll be doing Ketamine yet, because I have so many different ideas for paintings right now. I'll just let things come as I feel them. Also semi-art related are my animations. Animation is something, among the various other forms of art, that I've become strongly interested in in the past weeks. I want a flash movie maker to continue my work of animations so that I could focus on both the art and the sound. Then I could make beautiful flash movies that you'd want to see, and wet yourself with joy when you did. Until then I'll make my little scribble GIFs, with semi-funny things in them from time to time. -God's god.