who are you bitch

I look in the mirror and I find the answer, it´s good and bad,
fucking sad, or not, push yourself to the ultimate limit and
then you tell me who are you, only through being fucked up.
I wanted to write a poem, hit it.

ends in a ditch
she screech
and i become the daddy
you are my honey

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.


Piss you off

STOP FOLLOWING. Plus I´ll answer to your ¨calls¨ when time permits.
Hold it there
there is something for you to be a scare,
my writing is the old mighting

fuck is exciting

i actually lost my watch, plus other mores, but i got kind of creative
so i stole them,watch,drugs,his brain and i forgot his stupid brain.

what is it? 3070 people that once upon a time came by.

I do really don´t give a shit, i read bloggers that they are very proud
of this shit,followers, i don´t. Started this shit for me, plus i can
read others and learn. That´s it.STOP following me,already have a crazy woman
following, calling, fucking crazy this bitch.

Fuck, did I sounded high?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

cocaine cowboy

I have half of that white powder
and no wonder suddenly I have friends,
pretense. But eventually you might regret,
not really since it would be silly.
What is done is done, come on!
You walk through the streets with your
friends and nobody can sleep, well…depends,
so you end up late in your room a little one,
your senses are hyped up, your mind swirls
with anything that are not cool curls,
thinking…. fuck! I heard something
so somebody is watching me, fuck! it might
be the police, and you think weird things,
but at the end…it’s all in the mind, mostly,
because I’m the cocaine cowboy.

I did write this thing some time ago, now I’m cool, just
drinking water and eating like a maniac. Just in case people
think I’m talking about me now,
remember, it is called creative writing, I might as well just made
this thing up……shit, I swear to God that people are after me…
ya know!!!! love ya

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

YOU!!! Drug addict

O.k alright I have a bunch of things that I have to write, did so,
in her asshol, did I just said that?…..no wonder then.
So keeping
as I’m sleeping, it i see and then spit
point being is that I forgot the meaning, of the point
I just smoke a couple of one joint
tommorrow is scary
and is silly
drug addiction institute
that is me that will have to prosecute
being the point, we’ll read ya tomorrow
so today I hope you feel for me a lot of sorrow….. wink wink

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

I’m dangerous

I’m that dangerous
since right now
i begin to rhyme so you can ask you why
so got two marrocans
in me bedroom
they do now were i live in my grand stadium
so instead
of listening through the window of every word
i thought they should come in with quite the nerve
they see me, the see the computer and radio, i know
they are scanning and that makes me feel better
just scanning their territory, so they think, it
is for me to give them a wink
and i actually gave the other guy a knife
wich i had not hidden to much
but i had a back up, that one they didn’t notice
since i like to be quite the elegance
of irrelevance
point to the point
these little criminals do know me, unfortunately
you show no fear because there is none, giving the guy
i think it was a to his dismay, a knife, he and his bitch wife
know i’m testing them, so don’t complain

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses. That is Charly Corleonne
I do look cool I don’t care what you say, so got ya

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.

I´m a sinner

I´m a sinner
since i was beginner
lust and dust
is my must
love has disappear
in both mental ears
trafalgar cruising
going whoring
in the morning
spending money
as much as bees lay honey
drugs swirling
people curling
stealing was one of my trades
for some they will go in dismay´s
criminal record i got
don´t give much thought
what´s done is done
no way of changing so is forgone
once a girl called me hero
that was laughable and a zero
was in the army
Spanish Legion revolutionary
was a part of living
what a fucked up life
it can be a device

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.