As so very often on my birthday I was feeling a little off cause of dope. And all day in her presence. I didn't get high. And had plenty of money to do so. Now for something like this to occur I cant remember even ONE other time for years on end where I had money in my pocket was shitty and didn't buy dope. I heavily doubt this was some sort of hypnosis from some i33t doctor pops he knows. But if it was..I'd thank him. This was in my beloved's presence. And her sister always called me a homo when I called gf....30 minutes later one foul mouthing me would bring me some dope on her way to making money selling that ass. What can I tell ya...the life of a romantic. Six and teen huh. Ok away from love.. JADAKISS JORDAN AND JERK. I didn't get off on the last one. And oh yeah, Getting jump shot off. Couldn't do that one...birth had me. Jump being fourth. "I rock hoes yall rock fellas aight jordan got bank tellers" My brother chose 23 ofcourse being biological family. HOWS THAT ONE FOR NARCISSIST, BLONDIE. The greatest russian writers Fyodor Dostoevsky Leo Tolstoy and 3rd Anton Chekhov with his short stories. I didn't get into a 3rd coma oddly enough chekhov favorite writer. Life was shortened after living one of his stories 6 years later , it was over. Some illestuminati for you.
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