drug dealers

Pathetic life

I´ll make it quick,I know people have their life. But this is like yoga for me,
takes out pressure.
Yesterday I had 30 cents, no cigarettes…fuck I think more about cigarettes than food.
Today I have 30 Euros, not gotten from a normal job, you might call selling drugs a job though.
I normally get odd Jobs in construction and specially as a gardener.( with my fucked up left hand)
So tell me what flower and I will hate that flower.
I do it for my survival, have to throw it out…. Spanish Legión deployed twice so I´m a hero.
But now after doing the “silly chiken dance” selling the drugs, and the guys obviously know me, but really?
They don´t know I´m in the process of writting a novella, nor shit really.Some do.
But I do know their job since I worked it in my past life.
It wasn´t that easy to make them believe on me with their “product.”
Just reputation and fear is how I got in one hour 30$, and now I have money
to write to you from my mothers new house. That was it really, I needed money for transportation to
get to her house. Good news is that she doesn´t read the blog, bad news…. she knows me.
Just a weird story, but happy to unpack all the packages she has stored, and they are a lot! Jeeeesus,
mom you might as well get….something less.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses. Can´t read too many of you now, but I Will, so….read you later innovator.

selling drug poetry

You are in withdrawal
hitting a wall
I’m ¨El Chapo¨ of words
not only for nerds
The fix is what you are after
i’m the provider crafter
Words making phrases
is your drug of your praises
All of you are drug addicts
with specially tactics
You can’t be sober
i´m afraid you’ll become an ogre

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

anticipation will set you up

she would be surprised
till the pont she won’t recognize
the anticipation
wich translates to my own nation
and a vacation
to my world
yes you,
anticipation will set you up….
thinking this or that or crap or snap
and then what?
Just whatever comes comes.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

P.S. That can go for a guy too, for example me, I do live in a town
where there are quite of the best of each family, the fucking Moroccans
that one guy just called me to say he was going to kill me and steal my
computer, I just asked him at what time….kinda weierd,
so the theme was anticipation….not happening in my case, I just
like to read you, wich you are quite a bunch by the way, and then write
my very cool stories. Don’t think much about these idiots to tell you the truth,
are they dangerous? Yes, I’m also prepared, won’t go into specifics, but,
is today a beautiful Saturday day? Yes it is.
So that is what is.

Holy shit the P.S was longer than the actual poem.

This shit can only happen to me (100 word story… I think, maybe 130)

Foto 352

Crazy agonizing in the writing. Forget about it… the damn rhyming.

So this is actually turning into some sort of strange diary.
Quickly, so I got together with this Marrocan girl, she´s 20
I´m 34. So she goes to the “university” in my town. I get up there
and who is there for me to stare, the fucking Marrocan dude that
I bought hash and weed from(that was in the past), so we meet,
he smiles tells me how long it has been since we hadn´t seen each other……
I think he was crying, so out comes the girl I was to meet, really pretty,
smart, and you can talk to her about anything, quite strange by the way at least
in this town.
Now, she smiles at the guy, the one that is a dealer and talks to him, he looks at
me nods and still giving me a wink, I don´t know if that is the dead wink or if
the guy has some issues with the eyes.

Anyways, it was his brother!!!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

P.S. I lied, that was 176 words.