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so come to think of it, I havent eaten in five days wondering what kindof crap im going to get myself in this time, the older I get the grayer I become, my friends hate me more and more with my aging but that’s okay ive got lots of things to write about as I get grayer like tarzan

unnecessary dead

coming along the nicely mowed lawns who wants to cut my yard, i said he was wrong, but to suggest anything that is surrealist is crazy so yesterday i went to a writing workshop and i helped other people and i took a short story to get critiqued(sic) and my luck was that i had two people give me feedback on my story, either it was not liked or they didnt know what to say, i showed up with a real story and sometimes people dont know how to respond to art when it is right in front of them, this is what i am reduced to, i am lightyears ahead of my time and i just have to accept it, my critics will be in the future, in the future i will be able to describe and get feedback, or maybe it is just this town i live in, maybe i have to go to some literary town and find something out

say what

its been a while, but im reading and writing hoping to get published suckers, that i will do

im trying im trying

& trying is dying or so i been told, trying to get this blogg on my phone so i can write all the time anywhere i am at, and i love her so, i love her so and she does not want to be seen next to me, what a great gal!

the damnation

she tries to act cool and be your best friend, but when you dont have any money she acts like you dont exist, she is a real culo beeyatch, i dont know why i want to hang out with her, maybe cos we all know she is easy, but i pissed her off bad, and i only want to piss her off some more, yesterday i made her feel guilty, that i was not her friend, because i did not have any money to kick it with her, true skanks who begin to feel sorry for themselves when you point out a solemn truth to them, the shitty thing is that  began to feel something for her again, only to throw it all away at the end, i hope she rots in hell, that is kind of harsh, but i cant see any future for her, she is waste of space, true waste of space, and brain, she should be taken out of her misery already like a dog screaming in vain, now that dr death is gone, rhonda needs some death like she needs some teeth, i wrote a poem where she died already, of an overedose, that is what her future holds for her, the best thing is that my book where i go in search of my love in hell, her name is rhonda, she has to die, that is how my tragedy works.

reminiscence

i broke up with my girlfriend, its usully the girl who breaks up with me but this times i had to do the breaking up.  i was tired of her being sick and tired of her being sick and ired; and i noticed that she did not want to chnge her life so she was still sick and deep in her addiction and i saw all my frends die again around me, i did not want to see that death again, i wanted something different, i just got out of prison and i want something different in my life, i want a sober woman, i want a sover girfriend,  sober and loving, this is my wish this is my goal and i will ahdieve this with my beliefs, by fiath, my hope and by love.

waiting is so dreadful

and im calling her becuase i want her in my bed tonight, i took a shower, scrubbed between my legs and waitied for her, shell call after two in the morning, she likes me, she kissed me, no ones kissed me in such a long time, she still has to play her other toys, but she watches out for me, she likes me and tells me the truth, i like her breasts and i like her breaths, i like her missing teeth, she is a bad one, but i like em bad,  she tells me she just wants me for sex, i dont mind, she wants to move in, she wants to get clean, she wants to live a beuatiful life, i tell her i was made to fall so i can meet up with her and we can both get out of this darkness together, sometimes you cant get out of the darkness by yourself, we all need someone to help us get out, i need her love and she needs my help to fight the dragons, together we will defeat all the dragons, she confessed to me earlier that she will be dead and found in a restroom due to an overdose of heron, i tell my friends the same thing, all the stories she told me, i tell all my friends, i was hanging outwith her and i didnt know how to tell her my secrets without her telling me i was a freak, but she started to talk, with a candor and love and i loved her in return and i heard my story coming out of her mouth, it could not be, but it was, i have finally met myself, and i love her, thats right, i love her i love her i love her i love her,  tell her world, tell her that i love her and maywe both find that peace & serenity we both starve for!!!!!