creative writing

i revoltë

fcveb


i don´t revolté
so stay apart.smart
sing with my trumpet
you see a broachure
just make it sure

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

battle of internet words!-poem(long)

(won´t bother you more with my writing, I did figure out a way to get into internet and read you)
I got this one, and people who read me I think they know me a bit,quite a lot actually.
https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/2020/01/22/jesus-n-mo-n-the-conflict-hypothesis/#comment-1804337
I did say some bad comments but only when I feel that they are bullshitting me in the open of my eyes,
you can read it if you want.
Then I got the other nutcasehttps://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/
whow blocked my comments since they are rational but not to him, and I do not like to put up
the peoples blog but I feel I need to defend me. In WordPress…. go figure this one out.
His comment was “You´re going from this site pal, rudness like yours is not excusable and don´t
let the door hit you on the behinds) Paraphrasing there but that is word almost for word what the
other idiot said from another site. With all my day to day shit I do really have to hear this idiot?
Yes, On the first post I said rude things, yes am I perfect? No, but I had my reasons and profussely
apologized to the Blogger and then came in this other one with his “don´t let the door hit you in the ass”
You punk. Hope I see him face to face. Punk ass, I let it rest cause I´ll get the nerves.
I was going to post a poetry and now I feel like I have to defend myself…
but here goes the poetry!

Mother I´m stuck in a town that is not fun
Do the drug dealers bother me? And the one living 15 feet in the next room to mine?
Answer is NO.
Why?
I could send them a by by.( I know you don´t want you to hear this but is my expression art)
Yet I figured out to stay with my computer for now
And if it is not now, I write pen and paper somehow.
I know I chose this
I also know I saved your life, so something good I have to be doing
I´m not perfect
Mother please will you see….
(Not really in her eyes but that is good for me and she is right I could be doing more)
Still bothers me the kid drugdealers…. not because I know them( I know their fathers)
they know me they know where I live e.t.c
bothers me I didn´t follow what mother said, yet again I didn´t followed her said to go to the army…
but that´s a big contradiction, but maybe you go it. Forgot, and that I could´t write she said…
not good writing for sure but something. And now with cáncer who the fuck you think is taking care of her
“most of the time”…… Yes, not perfect at all, but in this shit town there is a respect code if you will,
and yes I took care and will take care of my mother that is 100%, she even makes forget me the alcohol.
Being and experience the army infantry deployed life, this fucking drug dealers know better. Fuck!
Now I feel better, I actually put a barricade in my room, I walk out and in the house with a knife,
almost stabbed one, so that was a great one….although he and five more Marrocans
tried to steal from me and hit me.
Mother forgive me if you can, I won´t go to jail while you are here to stand.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

9 days no food


This is what I want, no money so no honey for food, cigarettes but no regrets.
I did fuck up yet again, I´m quite great at giving advice to people about overcoming and shit
right? Well not all that great at applying it to me. So after seeing that my body is not the
same as before as in that photo taken probably 5 years ago, I fuck it up with alcohol,
money to alcohol all my mind upside down in a bottle, this is what I get a wallow wallow.
But cry me a river, I do have a little room, a Little stove, internet, t.v, so doing pretty
good overall. Even my father said he´d help me transfering me some money, problem is that
since my credit card is in their house, here in Spain if you want to get money off the teller
it has to be before 11.a.m so now is 10 a.m and all this is me corresponding with him through
Gmail since they stole my phone, making the poor man walk to some bank. All because of the alcohol,
I need food man, I walk through the streets stumbling, I can feel the weakness sliping into each bone.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

world of intangible information

Go to 2 hours,7 minutes if you wish, there is my father. Talking about several things(he was the man
that came to my “gratuation party” in basic training.)
He talks about how information is key in our military, and in life actually.
Probably doesn´t like his crazy son to put it, but he is The man, the myth and the legend.
No wonder he advises those people(specially the General). I did talk too much, but he diserves the recognition.
Since he is so secretive, I have to make him recognized and in other forms.
He won´t get pissed for this he does have his personal security. Maybe he can get pissed,
” what the fuck are you thinking son? You better get here and take care of mom”

I´m weird

Make it quick.
Friday I have had to gone to see mommy she does have cancer. She´ll be good.
Great team of doctors working on her. She doesn´t read this so no problema. So here I sit,
literally the whole fucking day sitting in a cardboard chair and pontificate in wordpress.
Also writing the novel and too much drinking. Out of money yet again, but it´s not the first time
so I can survive. No food for 4 days…. we´ll be fine. But is not fine to not go see mother.
Tomorrow called Saturday wallow I better get my ass up, stop with my bullshit and literally
hike over to her town. If I have no money there is no paying for transport, so hike. My body
is not in the conditions as before, but Al Gore made the reduction of pollution de-regore,
I´ll be fine hiking the 40 kilometers. Have walked way worst and in worst conditions.
I just push myself to these limits only to see how I can still react. Is that weird or what!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
Foot Note- send me cigarettes!