— Mr. Churchill you were given a mission.
— Yes
— I want to have been given your mission. I want your place in world events, the centrality of it. You were born in the cradle of a catapult!
— You are wrong. I found my mission.
— I disagree.
— If you must.
— Tell me: where is my mission? Where are my bunkers and trenches, my goddamn Gallipoli?
1 comment:
Yeezy's blog has sucked the last couple days. He posts that shit, spells Santogold as two words, even jacked the Lupe remix from my blog.
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