That one birthday I had with my two ukrainian's over. Pavel was proud of fact all was peaceful. 4th, P heavenly. As nasty as it was, IT BE PUSSY. Money don't cure loneliness. All the pussy it can buy, if you born alone or born for alone, or despite all those around...still alone. Me alone, know that the pussy ain't buying. What are women with sympathy for "alone". Anyhow..memory of sentiment what happened with pops.. he nicknamed me "Pavlik". Where as to love in my life, I'm just pasha. Loving alone, I wasn't living alone... But living lonely loving...that's...that's just...the HOLIEST OF HOLY... Anastacia Kareva. My word on that, word be... it be with my grave at that. Put it together, I'm nasty on the mic. Nastya forever in my heart..keep words flowing. What's to say of time slowing? MAYBE, as so far time been showing. My time come, where be I going. Going to god. God whoever he may be, however so he be, for now leaving me just being me, God I do ask for your kindness toward me. cause god, god body, know I got that godly body...yet genes looking mutty. My head ain't be hottie. My big head..but bigger than gotti? Ok...I stepped over border of ego on this one. Zuckerberg, in your manly zoo..hope I'm forgiven on that one. HEY I AINT TRYIN TO FLATTER...but me speaking words which make me look soft, softenin me etc. Towards jew....or even towards you. That in itself is rarety. Rat boy, you spare ye? Spare my guilty concious..ok ok maybe I'm turning this into some emo stunt exaggerating my saintly ways. But for me to stay a saint EVEN IF JUST IN MY OWN EYES...THAT HOLDS DEEPEST OF SENTIMENT. DEEPER THAN POCKETS OF ANYONE. I'm die in roach ridden room eating vegetable spring rolls...before sentiment in front of my eyes.... pockets. That pockets heart. My legal dockets...fuck boy if they start. Dockets outsmart me not being all that smart. Saint...mart in russian march. not sure where I was heading with that one. Be it bread in pockets of some. Oh right, not all that smart, all too dumb. Bread in they pockets....nah in my pockets just crumb. Enough kids mock it, leave me emotionally numb. Promoted with some. Side noted by only my mom. What's to say further of pops.....my life any further, what if it just stops. Never knew how to use mops. Blew the tops? True god forbid if with cops. John and nastya...thought of those two as couple... I CAN ONLY IMAGINE DISCUSSION RELATED TO ME. Shit, that would define "Awkward". It's fine them I'm all forward. However thin the line, know I be toward. Power today...of me moving forward. Got me beat there. Got my heat there. Got me to sit there. If you greet me, that would only be fair. Thankfully, I think...thank....what's to say further on stare. Done. Arthur piastro....our childhood friendship. Pavel still child amongst new friends...staten island ferry his only ship. Even if that bummy-look alike was arthur this morning...what further words between us needed? Nah, ain't no such thing like a good looking woman who cooks and cleans. My child hood.. boy was it wild burning wood. Ya hooded child....my hoody never mild....the hood on me piled. Rooted for riled. Smoke dooby lost phone so I ain't dialed. Tonight's host me on alone...all the meanwhiled. Post up by rim...just rimming me trialed. Imagine me in trial now. America look to be behind me...but whatever man that legal shit ain't of concern. If I outlive my mother, in hell I'll burn. Living with mother, suppose I had my turn. Love from her...not sure if I earn. Yeh, I got that burner watching over tina turner her being the money earner ofcourse I don't concern her...lady like that , yet still I'm the porner. Fat will but scorn her. Get deal even if right at the corner. Yeh, I'm worn out but brother's be warner. Adoring the american nation, if they all a sudden adore me...then we talkin further relation. Further fact I'm now facing. Facts I ain't erasing. Fact Nasty love my life was chasing. Where me..is my ego now placing. That's all I guess. What can I say other than...with me, alot is a matter of guess. If so matter the bum of class. Better mom, best is mine....on that ain't no pass. Her discipline might be responsible as primary component for....today being my mess. *grin* Delete conscious, the dick can sheesh. My dick ain't all that big, so how much can it really delete. My dick, have it feeling I meet. feel in self-defeat i'm too real in. Irony beautiful so I be. As far as coinciding with, I just be. Feeling chilly now. what the dealy now. i ain't all that appealy now. Appeal huh. Appeal acronym for - Arthur piastro pavel esoteric all like. Appeal my case, only thing realer than my dick be my face. Money would be my ruin. Money ruin. Made retard. Man ransom. Male random. I fail if passing on condom. Gassing me as a con that just be dumb. Passing on pun, that's just of plumb. My son dick mighta been bigger than 6 rulers. But between us two, who virgin...you cant figure that one out you a fool of all foolers. Nah, maybe I'm cunning to be con. I'm done running done with run. Still I stand when come about the sun. Me as trend that go without the drum. In love's land...who can I speak of other than mom. imma go do some veggie spring joints bbl