MY friend dan

I have a friend
His name is Dan
He is old though but he will stand

Dan gives me advice
Wich frankly if I follow it, yes comes my demise

I cry
I yell
I curse!!

Then, I go into reverse
So I don’t make things worse


My friend Dan
He’s my man
He guides
He also hides

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.


I’m back on your back!!!!

I should smoke less, but at least I’m not drinking,
my computer failed some weeks ago, so I left you all alone….
So thank you for sticking and reading my crazy things.
I did write a lot, in paper so here goes one.


The world get in my face
I tell her have a good day and I have no disgrace
Waking up at five a.m
To work in poorly build dam
Yet the working man will wake and stand.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

bad boy bad boy what you …….

Bad boy bad boy what you gonna do when they come for you…..
Not really,
there are in my small town too many criminally,
i just pass by and engage them,
that is why…again i have 6 stitches,
these fuckers know how to fight by the way
I yell heeeeeeey!!
Yes it was with the marrocans, and do not call me a racist,
if you do, well then you call my mother and ask her who is my best friend,
holy shit, it is a marrocan that works pays his taxes and all round he is a good person,
what does piss me off if these… fucking go to the security services to get help from the state,
and obviously i see them in the park selling drugs, not cool but i am a fool, thinking or just reacting
that one person a.k.a ….me, can be the hero, not really, i just go and bust faces,
wich no wonder with 5 guys i got the shit beat out of me, but i will say that that the two that
came first ended up in kookos nest.
Again five or six stitches, but they told me to go to the hospital wich i refuse, they called the police
and his name is Luis, they all know me by the way, just that you fucking rat.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses, wooooooha! gentesses….hummmm

Just a cute post

I figured that writing about miseries all day it depresses me, so… here we go with a me crazy!

When I go I go off road
I go rogue,
so the damn animal
wich I consider a criminal
thought it would be nice to sleep on top of me
so….let it be.
But when in the world did the animals had priority over humans?
I guess we got to get back the crazy Romans.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

dead poetry society

He killed himself, I don’t care bout his suffering.
You read me so please forgive me, I tried suicide,
tried…………. that what got me in the another mental state,
I got to this conclusion.
Is not about me, is the people who love you, obviously including the family,
they go first.

This gentleman is a waste of talent, he got it all and he fucked all his talented reaches, for his own.
it may be politically uncorrect to say this, but I stand with my bit.