Broke amongst black. Living out my life after which my dream. One word dream be of next. And as far as my spiteful remarks about gays? Even my "ICM" BLACK don't afford me welfare. So safe to some, Born a none I've come to some I'm much amongst some. anyhow back to stockton, #12 - My life a first, 2 I outdone myself. 1+2=3. That I'll day without skip to 4. Can't think of one great player with that number. First one be me, a player in heaven. So as far as stockton, even with my stock now more than ton....him being point guard is he guarding my point? Point being there's Moral drug use with me amongst most the many immoral drug addicts most. After 22, that kind of brain damage supplied rest of addiction. I add dick to pun. Or my dick to him, him being the virgin. So being that mine ain't really 6 rulers..it's done me justice as a man. Sad to say with nastya, I always had to be below blanket when getting undressed before sex. Despite my emotional trust in her. Show's how much pride I got in my manhood. More like had than got. So it's now sexually irrelevant. Im 100% sure first half of lyrics written here ain't hypnotised to make a sale...king of wording. Kind over wasted. Killing on wet. Boy I've made a living killing amongst wet. Or sorry, sorry my ego emotionally gratifying so on so forth....Likely wasnt enough to get em wet. Topping my odd physique and cultural differences...what could I really make of my beloved? AS NASTY AS SHE IS BUT LOOKS TO BE NEVERTHELESS. She was attractive to me nonetheless. Amongst problems in my mess...all in all. overall. Her adding(as addicting as she was to add) to my memories with her now...that's said and done with. I sanely dimmed. With her, I was simple. Just another guy. So my sanity only dimmed our relating further. And now I sanely dim my textual experience of the evening ending it as such They'll likely end me once your emotionally retarded one peaks in emotion? With broadly generally generically explaining me and nastya. Emotion's at its peak. Ain't no further motioning for my dick left. My emotion only much to the sick...who are left or of whom are left or who i've recently met all I can say is read "The Bet" Anton Chekhov. WHEN LITERALLY HIT EMOTION AT PEAK IN ME, AND GENERALLY BRILLIANT TO ALL. Sitting instead of standing kills emotion as in related to my ego. Anyhow, read "The Bet". Then I can know you unconsiously unknowlingly admire...well not much other than ego. ego created by author of man in story...or ego in THE MAN reliving the story all at the same time being The american idiot. With that being said all bet's are off. Idiot quit it it. quit it, what about it? Never quitting I be that it. I just be. Grammar topping all that's coincedentally ironic of my life. Adding to boy has it added to...ego...jesus a man looking like me with an ego that fucking size. Boy it don't do it with ladies. Maybe it's just ego that keeps me smoking cigarettes. Boy are the cigarettes running my ego. That's a minus to a half-assed plus. Shit, I was never good at math. So what's to further say of my ego.