God

Help me God

They did told me that YOU have a sense of humour
i hope is not a rumor
i curse too much
as such,
the blog it is called Crazy Life
i don´t have a wife
i like to fornicate
and it feels o.k
but,
i´m not a bad person
for the taught of my mother reason
and my own personality good prison
YOU will help me?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

My strange prayer

I thought it would be me
with the dog,
a good breed,
i write
and,
i do others things
like writing more!
so i´m the cool guy to fuck a girl and score
but,
who ever is whatever,
me,
got tired of that fucking around with all
so,
it makes me a perfect candidate to be a Christian,
a bad one though, but I truly believe.
Army days where, when
and I won´t say the dumb word in this line of work of ¨why¨ death,
they shot we shot back
killed.
With my time in civilian world, just drunk, stealing, fights,
and that is a small proportion so now i am making things rights.

Mother has cancer, chemotherapy seems to not going well,
my head does swell,
but i did spend almost a week with her and although we have
our differences, seems i´m still her kid, and the better thing
for me and her this week, was me talking to her of my crazy things
but ¨churching them up¨ as the americans would say.
Just her smile, that is only what I wanted, her smile.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

when the sthit hits the fan…make millshake out of it

i have no clue
sort off trying to build your heart to a true

i do know something
i´m crazing

that two sentences or four
i`´m on an uproar!
so as you well know
life is tought ya know bro, but in the good sense yo

so this cancer of my mother made me realize something
i can do what i did before in my previous life
yes i will make the woman strife

taking care off her and ….when….the shit hits the fan
you can always make juice out of it
the cancer mother…. that shit will end up making you love your milkshake

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.