Desperately Seeking

From “I Have a Dream” to “Yes We Can,” brown continue to seek the love and approval of non-browns. In the form of crossovers into the mainstream, browns believe that they are not truly accepted until non-browns show mass support. Is this a desperate search done by lost zombies seeking the unattainable love of master? Waking up from false hope is difficult but needed.

The destroyers are so comfortable with needy zombies; they gladly give scraps of shit masked as genuine affection. In these times the fermenting shit is no longer masked; no strong efforts are even placed on masking it. Instead it is dressed up in elegant words and presented to browns by fellow browns. For browns too dazzled by illusions and shiny lights to walk away, there is no longer a need to completely hide ill-intentions.

Infants nervously searching for the supple, nourishing nipple to be provided by a loving and caring mother; only to be fed poison through the inflated nipple of a soured cow disguised as a caregiver. This thirst has once again led the hungry, foolish zombies down the dark path of insecurities to be left feeling stumped. Swallowing one gulp of lies after another, do browns have only themselves to blame?

Alas the horn to run and cast a vote for truth is blown, and multiple browns prepare themselves for a long sleep in the comfort of ignorance. Parasites can rest assured that their pleas to browns have been heard; negotiations between browns and non-browns continue. The negotiation for brown dignity. The beggars at the feast remain – smiling in bliss.

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