english literature

Genious or insanity

The great philosopher said…forgot
you can be dead
hopefully in a cozy bed,
i just pushed a marrocan out of my way
now i say hay!
genious no, smart no, total idiot no,
i´m going for a bro?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

what it did for me

She has her magic,
She is the Queen,
now, let me stop since I can do the poetry now wrong,
What´s up with mommy,
hommy, yo, let it roll, forget about it….
she is the magic, you talk about tragic?
it´s not in her genes
so that´s a good disease.
That is what is done for me.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The hooker soldier


See what you see then let it be!
Be what you be and write it surrounded by a…. bee?
Now is the now to adapt and the do the no how,
A hooker soldier I am, now,
Wow,Shakesperean literature with no proofread englishlature
A different life now,a beautiful sad life..anything new for you?
Out I go to the Social Security Services Woman…nice woman.
If I did what I did in that photo..no, this time in my life is even worst,
On my behest
Let it ring, I´m a hooker soldier…
I hook up with good people now and do the duty of a son I believe;
Just not too much grieve,accept it,
With as little possible regreten

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
(I do invent words without proofreddasd)

Lisa the dog(50 word story)

Her nickname was “Cutte”. Her real name was Lisa, what a beautiful name….
When people came to see her owner Alfred they always asked him about his scratches
and bruises.People also noticed that Alfred was very jumpy, finally he showed
them the proof, the real monster, Chuck the devil dog.

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0-100

0
I have this unstable process….
I go back to the shit town with the criminals
and I fall for it, that, the other, and become a bitch brother.
I stay in bed reading, not much to do there if it´s not good things.
Yet again, I´ll remain just sayin-my choice.
100
I get a call this morning, my mother. She is in the last stages of cancer.
Yesterday, she was vomiting. Not good. Me in bed feeling sorry for myself
because I went back to alcohol and drugs…hear? Feeling sorry for myself.
I get the call next day, put that in a shelf, jump out of bed, call the taxi.
I can feel the shift in my mentality, this is my important and sad reality.
Do I cry? No. Does my mind goes in a state of relaxation? Yes.
Weird that it is relaxed right? That is how it works if not I fuck up,
relax, get back to mothers house while talking with the taxi driver and
nudging her to speed up a bit by the way, either that or I my highway.
See mom, and with a smile on the face I tell her that my pants are clean.
She laughs, I know the seriousness but what good is it to be in crying-ess.

I go to 0-100, does not serve well in the overall life scheme, but in this situation
in any situation that death is involved, you better have a 100 percent not pussy cat
near you. And that is the only thing I know about me for real.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.