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I try to write poetry
Can´t master that anxiety
Yet I feel piety
What is poetry?
Stay Frosty gents and gentess.
Test me on Sunday
It´s suicide day
Depressing
Testing
Then there is no writers block.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
Before I guess I was not conscious I guess…I
Army days yet did find a way to do unrest, for the baddies it is
Now being a bit more aware,
no scare,
Just improving or not, but I have to write it or what?
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
Complots
World against me
He or she them tree heeee
I broke one knee
Gotta love it even with family in on it, a very weird sense
But do the pretense
Whatever is takes makes some sense, yo.
The fuck outta here, even me got bored. You not?
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
I don´t have the power
It was not a nice order
But after we left they found the zippo
Made me stronger
Same time wronger
(Give them a bit of credit, true story. Watching too many documentaries
and gives me the power to write from this prhase or that or words, yet
it is a true story)
On my last cigarette and is only 7 a.m in the Land of the wild bulls also known as Spain.
I just saw in the comment section a person that liked my post about yoga, go to her blog,
and yes it is a her, then comment hopefully I didn´t insult her. Something about eating Bamby the deer
(She is vegetarian) and that my yoga clases I only went because of hot women. My back still hurts also.
What a house am I living in, people come people go, the “ex-girlfriend” fucking the Marrocan 15 meters
wway from my room. Was that a girlfriend? She proclaimed it to the airs…. polar bears.
But I´m the one paying the fucking bills. They are quite sneaky though. They are good.
Another guy sleeping in the vacant room left by the Brazilian guy who also fucked my “ex-girlfriend”,
you tell me what the definition of whore is. So they moved another guy now into that room….
And I´m paying the bills.
Humans, might as well laugh at it unless is very necessary to get serious and that is not to the advantage of them.
Humans… what else to complain about? Ha! No money, no food. But my center space is my cigarette.
I have a 15 year old girl that is following me, I did comment on her blog,
” Don´t folow me and let me speak to your daddy”. Something to that effect.
Kind of weird a 15 year old girl, and just popped in my head, I forgot about it,
although I do forget a lot of things.
I need to write more, I do read a lot but I should write more.
Where the fuck is the drug dealer? I called him, to give him his thing, no answer
so forget about the money then.
Fuck you local police, know you read me, fuck you local police, was it only 15 of
your guys that “left” from this town, maybe I had a saying on it… who knows,
fuck you with your corruption and you disserve worst punks.
My mother is fine, that is what counts.
Army days long past, but there will be better days.( yes I do consider army days great)
If I make it happen the better days.
Plus! funny is horny. Video!
Stay Narly gents and Stay in bed and cooking and… gentesses…. 😉
The exceptional writer and person
CRAZY LIFE 
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