Noticing no Limits

I'm on here and I scutter across some writings that were intrepidating (whateve the eff that is). Informational unlike commercial production of media meant to sway and manipulate; rather, express to process and I resonate.
Eff the po po and all the rest (that was a kind of a side note).
 
Speaking of eff...what the eff is the point.?
This is a question that settles in my thoughts on a daily basis of late.
So I wait.
    This patience business gets old rather quickly. But then, so am I.

I am pretty close to sure the last African man I was messing with had some type of white hate ingrained because it spilled out like beans and rice we cooked and ate. like a regurgitation. He couldn't come to terms with his dedication and so had to eff off. I am all the better for it.  That Thursday I joined him and cronies in a the circle, or off it; university circle....dude offered me coke like several advances despite my resonance with disgust; I would not partake.    
   Unlike how I partook of the potion and swilled with the man night after night in sleepy laughs.
  That is ended now. Suck it up and move on.