Charly Politics

I have no clue who this man is, both the writer and the receiver. Probably talk to much-me.
What the F is going on in this house?.. People come people go and me paying… getting a bit pissed off.
Not much.
Great man, both of them so that would include the person that wrote this.
I still remember Mr. Jesús Picatoste in a “meeting”, in the Palace hotel. In Madrid, or
friends call him ” El Pica”.
I remember him as a kid for a simple reason…. I was there, plus he smoked a lot so the
government should do something.
In all seriousness, and sorry for my mess. A great person, as well as the other person who wrote it.

Mi homenaje a Jesús Picatoste, por su lección de medio siglo de buen periodismo

A blood story(300 words long but funny.. I think)

I was cutting my head with the cutting perfect hair cutting machine,
Machine goes ” puff puff” so the cutting perfet hair machine is not operational-
I have this so called meeting with the dealer,
“Hey! You know where I live so come on up!”Dealer says,
I know is bullshit obviously, but let him bring the deal to me,
I have a point…..
the fucking cutting hair machine is no good. Point I might be a bit high. Point
Another one, Point. Might try to put a hat on before walking outside
with half the hair cut but at this point seemed it didn´t entered my mentall process,
and then the cut in my finger from trying to fix the no-cutting-hair machine Point.
Yes! I did try with the “blade”- other people just call it ” the thing men use to cut the hair on our face
and women to cut the hair on other parts”- I just call it The Blade, sounds cooler?

This one is cooler, so I walk down my house since he knows where I live and really checking
on me, hi local police, it is the locals…so what are they going to do with my stupidity?
Quite some if they wanted really,
I´m getting of my great topic.

I thought it was fun at that moment when my “friend” did the transaction and he suddenly says
“What the fuck?” But in the South Americana style….
Looking at my “new” hair cut and my thumb finger rolling with blood.
So that´s a weird fucking story and how not… I just put it in public.
This can be a total reck
Or a heck-hecking, I invent words, and invent myself, I should have a camera to put a photo of
my great face but a really weird haircut, on my deadly! Cut on my finger
I lost too much blood, nurses I need (that was plural)(. Point.
I accomplished something. No?…. No sayers you people… He is a funny dude the dealer,
He looks at my face-hair looks at my bloody finger and says ” If I see blood I faint please
don´t show it to me”. funny man specially the guy goes on about the corona virus…. fuck me.
Hope some bithc ex girlfriends we both have and shared, translates this to him. He cool sista!
That was gangsta!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Just Bitches ( 18 and over)


Disclamair-you don´t see her face plus I will not say names
Disclaimer 2- now goes the beautiful poem, remember it is creative writing
that if for the police in case and for you all, the bitch…… hit it!

I love you
Because I hate your boob
Looking at my cock
It ain´t that smart
It´s bigger than your own fart
You know you love it
That is quite a bit
Suck and suck
But……I did do it with a duck (kind of freaky)

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Yo….. stop


I think the “little girl”, would like to sue me
and make me an adopted son of…..gleee! hahah

Not her name in it
Not her face in it
So I’ll just go and hit it!

Crazy mother fucking bitch
this was the one that put me to trial on false charges
if you don’t mind I have the paperwork that says
not so intimately
she is a whore really
not because I say so you silly
she is actually a professional whore
and me the dumb ass poor
so out she goes in my mind
but hold it there on time,
she did provided me with a lot of writing material
so now I’m a writing killer serial,you
so thank you….. whatever your name is.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

P.S. Hey bitch, don’t call my mother nor me, 99 calls in one day, a nutty case
apart from me you couldn’t find.


and snitches
even all those false preachers
they sooner or later end up ditches
i love for you’re stomping
on my my name, you’re gambling
you can’t win
i do know for a sure thing
try to keep trying to destroy me
it will not annoy me
you are really a fucked up lady
99 lost calls in one day?
Jesus Christ…. I’m going to the bay.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.