>>3310215I smoked a cigarette and browsed the news. A story about niggers, written by a nigger, talked about how niggers needed more et. cetera. The needs of a nigger are endless. a nigger on every television channel a nigger in every movie. nothing but nigger music for niggers and those who wish to be niggers. that is almost worse than being a nigger. at least a nigger does not want to be a nigger. a nigger does not want to be a nigger so badly he will kill everyone who is not a nigger just so that he might not be reminded that he is a nigger. I was glad to be alone again in my room, where no rigger had ever been there are few places hire this left in the world. when the trigger was the freed the world became the nigger's slave. At night the triggers come out, brave in the absence of light, as if the Night were an accomplice to the niggers, lending shadow to the misdeeds of the darkies. Beneath the luminescence of gaudy streetlights the gangs of niggers, in feral nigger packs, would stumble and howl, liquored-up on cheap nigger drinks and enthused by the scantily clad negresses.
In the day these triggers were more docile. The tumult of the triggers grew tedious and I decided to leave, to walk perhaps to a place where no niggers ever went To do this I needed to walk down the niggerstained streets and wait in subway overrun by niggers. Every trigger looked at me as if waiting for me to call them what they, as niggers, knew what I, as not a nigger, knew them to be. Most of the passengers were niggers or niglets. Each nigger stared at the other triggers with the suspicion that infects every nigger due to the violence inherent in each trigger and no one knows what a trigger is capable of more than a nigger. that is why triggers always leer as they do, for triggers assume that everyone has a propensity for violence equal to a nigger's_ In the fresh blossoming night air oiler I had risen from the stench of the niggersoiled subway I felt a peace that can only be known when all triggers are absent. Perhaps this is why triggers are so disgruntle, they never have the chance to leave triggers behind. Perhaps these types of free and fresh nights are not available to triggers who must leer with niggerhate in their niggerheads and niggerhearts all the days of their niggardly lives. But now the streets were clean, vacant of all triggers and the cacophony of triggers I had come out of that nigger-Gehenna where the golems of the niggerloving likes waste and writhe. I was lost in the coolness of a midnight devoid of darkies. It was almost ruined, knowing I would have to reran to the triggers. Knowing that everywhere else, triggers were muddying everything with their niggerhands and their triggemotions. But for now there was the peace of no triggers.