/soy/ - Soyjaks

I am addicted to niggers. Hello, my name is Rajesh Vasquez and I can't stop eating niggers. When I was 18 I tried my first nigger. The first bite got me euphoric.
My passion was predetermined. It didn't take a minute for me to buy all the niggers from that stall. I was eating and eating niggers. Niggers in school. Niggers in university. Niggers on wedding. Niggers were my life byt suddenly all world's nigger reserves had exhausted. I quickly panicked realising there were no niggers. I still felt that nigger aftertaste on my tastebuds. Out of desperation I tried making my own niggers. The first batch tasted like crap, I threw up. My first thought was: "I need a nigger to complete the recipe". I went out of home. The streets were silent like no one ever lived here. I walked down the road seeing no one. "They must've been looking for them" I thought. Going back and forth I noticed a homeless person from afar carrying something vantablack with a red dot that resembled giant lips. "NIGGER!" I exclaimed. I ran towards that man with a big shard of glass I picked behind. Three pinpoint strikes and the homeless man was lying there, not breathing. I picked up the nigger and hurried to my house hearing the howl of the crowd behind. They were furious and were ready to tear my limbs apart. I stepped onto the threshold of my house, barricaded all the doors and windows and the got to the kitchen. I put the nigger on a countertop. Ohhh that smell. My urge to eat that nigger was too string and I took a bite and realized that the nigger was infected by AIDS. I collapsed to the floor screaming in agony. This is why I never wash my left pinky toe