"My diagnosis paranoia which means a couple of years." - Vladimir Vysotsky. 'namean these niggas in their house of white men BOY IF THEY BEEN WATCHING ME DOIN "MY THING" SOBER. As far. I'm just saying my man jigga HO...JUST ME PROVOKING FANTASY.. MY BODY PROVOKE COME MY WORD AND ALL I STAY HARD BODY ... from farley to zuckerberg im sayin lil italy to bergstein who playing top my game take it easy on u. Top tearing that ass up aint bout game with on that fearing me im man of class be bum aint no shame stay black KNOW I STILL TAME IM A LEGENDARY ANIMAL TAMER. I tame you folks all in good time you simple animals i come with the dragon come zoo HARD BODY you know I stay animal in the ain't licensed so i aint up in the rover shoot out you in range im type strange is it now over be this my last day NIGGA PLZZZZZZZZZZZ BEND OVER FROM JIGGA TO PUN NIGGA IM DONE WITH THE RUN how u gona force on violence on a man whos lived life in silence what silent i was even as i awkwardly took that precious kitten in my hands niggas talk bout needle ridden WHAT IT PLAYED IN MY LIFE WHAT I WENT THROUGH AS A RESULT...just an idiotesque it painted it on my fucking birthday IT MOTHERFUCKING RAINED ...ODDS N CHANCES ARE FAR REAL UNLIKELY. idiotesque memories of cat...kitty....ONLY MAN I NEVER DEFEATY ME PASSING BY I NEVER THATS RIGHT I NEVER NOT ONCE IN MY LIFE HAVE I LIED TO TRY TO IMPRESS SOMEONE. I DO MEAN EVER...AS A REULT OF MY EMOTIONAL RETARDATION PROMOTIONAL BE ME READ LADY IS OUR DATE ON?

aint mad ain't got any hate at moment full of emotion its all too late for bakala ain't t too sad bout my fate me an opponent i rap aint acting 8 bars at the oscar's got a promotion MY BROTHERS HASIDS THEY KNOW MY GAME HARD I DONE DID MY BIDS. bakala means fish in italian. THINGS GETTIN TYPE FISHY BETTING MY HYPE GRANT ME A WISHY :-**********)

I idolized poverty. and aside one, i cant imagine other bums. whoever

today + yestrday = 7. last month = 7. that's two 7 lucky there after. Last month = 2. So looking to be dead next month. Fortune as to previous luck. marc "why you sweating me son" Oh yeah..in whoever eyes...gay ok. Eyeing. Eye fact, I death defy. In the hearts, yours and mine.. I'm straight. Even if in next be the heavenly gate. Jumper of jordan I'm never bored in even if I jump look like i'm shot Do narcissists know they are mentally ill? I know so. so just on that note, I show boat. with a nun be my sex that's a none and ain't no next

Ok. please dont make this public That crackhead here... noone else and i do say and mean noone else. I'd like to kill him having said this I turn away from insanity plea so. He epitomizes SCUM. Filth. Etc. Give me a present heart attack shortly after, but I'd like to kill him. The lowest of the low , low blow , blow low i forget. If you don't allow me to kill him. Have him die by another clearly existed method. And in the after life, I'll be content for eternity. Happiness is a thing of the moment but content last a long time..and if he's dead I'll be content for all of eternity. Done.

"I'm clinically brain dead i dont need a 2nd opinion" - Brain dead , true story. 2nd opinion. Ain't doing a 3rd, I don't need an opinion. Marshall, I've made my mark shall. Mathers, not that it matters. Varies as to who. Came downstairs at 4:20 , hope it means I get to smoke marijuana today. For now, "yo, can I get a bogie?" - Arabian knight in afghanistan armor, muhammad...true, I wan't a cigarette. Reverse in maturity. Stage 15 dementia.

"I ain't gonna lie though kid"

Life time worth of ailment, sexy cock wasn't big enough to cause ailment. TO BE HONEST ALL SEX IVE HAD , NOT ONCE DID IT PRESENT SENTIMENT TO ME. But, ain't no buts on that one nigga. Even with my butt, pants falling off again. Sentiment as far as memory can pull back, as of late all I've pulled on is crack. MOST IMPORTANT SENTIMENT OF MY LIFE.. "Tis paid with sighs a plenty and sold for endless rue and now I'm two and twenty I'm in the ICU" As I said "I aint gonna lie though kid". Leona or laura, leave both in the sauna bed sore ah. That one and twenty poem, whatever mannnnnnnnnnn YOU ARE WHAT YOURE BORN I WAS BORN WITH A HUGE HEAD AND I JERKED OFF ADMIRING TYRA BANKS TITS. No, first folk that got my cock hard...ladies. Jewish, fag hag...what's there further to speak of. I ain't no narcissist period....ego bigger than my dick or more full of, full of myself. I spent years on end chatting with dying people...dying folks theyre at a place where THEY NEVER JUDGE AND STUFF. You say whatever, just as humor in ya life. or my life. Steve urkel I met my white laura. Me mentioning names on here...I make exception whatever be your perception my nigga NAMEAN. So Andrew ohenley charisma I've never even met. John farley, so attractive yet straight. MUST BE MY JESUS. I aint gonna lie though kid, me getting fucked by a straight man who done did viagra...2 straight's dont equal one gay = THATS JUST MATHEMATICS FOR YOU. I ain't gonna lie though kid, god body namean. "What you a savant at, chatting?" say what..me with cheddar...who betting" Promiscous ain't mean gay, I'm just pro miscellaneous. And two women I've had sex with...ain't nothing AINT NOTHING RANDOM BOUT THEM. Fucking...with my fuck in, G. I travel the seas with my court pleas...PLEASE. A please ain't worth shit to the judge. Christmas, christ manly appealing sex. Sex sick, text dick. Sad to say ain't nobody new I can harass in text. Text forever my sentiment, sent I mint. I done wrote nuff text on this blizog pizost that enough for most? Fuck man the temptation to keep writing with material on my mind...by now it lack. The dow make g's stack I plow right in between tyras rack don't even need warren to make the sack, nah fuck football, I'm just running track. nufffffffffffffffffffffffffffff nufffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff or my irc neff. I retard cri, you just laugh? nah I ALREADY DONE SAID, ALL THAT FUCKING PERSONALITY DEFECT NEW FOUND KEWL INTEREST AIN'T MEAN SHIT, IT AINT SHIT. WHAT GOT YOU HARD AT PUBERTY THAT IS THATS WHAT YOU ARE. Straight, me are. Section eight pidgeons or something.

Tomorrow's aging weather. - Pasha. Huckeberry finn I fucked her cherry I'm thin. Anyhow, how much I gave up for my word to stick. Now I ain't got shit to lose, so obviously my word aint going. AS LONG AS I REMEMBER SPEAKING OF MY WORD. No more comments on anyone's name on this blog. You can add your own name of whatever facebook page you have up, or .. do what you do. What can I say of you...not much apparently , not much. And that's that. All that needs to be said as of the moment. Take care. (oh yeh, they lied and didn't give me my mail today.) ok. take care.

Well...whoever in control of device that controls way I feel. I'd figure people here. More than likely. he's been paid enough not to kill me. Pussy. Settled me down, get me feeling it again. We'll see how tough you are. I don't see this possible without this being the after life. All this attention on me. Seems 99% impossible. so zuckerberg..whatever you see me as. I see how much your word worth. That's ok too though. I don't really care too much for being with anyone etc. So ain't no fear me, whereever I end up, if I'm lucky I'll end up dead. The sooner the better. As I said though 99% sure this the after life. So, "well and be good". I'm just fine...as romantic as my life been to this day. Ain't a zuckerberg gates or even goat jordan can't change the past. I know who I am. Straight at that. Take care. I see this as practically impossible that someone here doesn't control device which manipulates the way I feel. So as I said, once again...PUSSY.

When I was in state psych. Odd. Everyone sat around all day quiet...NOT ONCE DID A WORD COME OUT OF ANY OF THEM. And I didn't need to talk to myself. I read all day, every day. I met the older jewish gentleman who always said..ALWAYS...said... "Well and be good" "Point in hand" "Aren't you something?" Well good, and point, you something, aren't hand." Hand over, trend's over, on land I ride in the rover, j-hova...."hottest chick in the game".....wouldn't step that far. that's a step behind the game. Step up, ain't no shame. Walking up steps, legs still all in, no shame in my game. balron I tame. This "all in talk" me talking and all....only to myself, ain't no fall. All in...what's money to me. I enjoy nothing other than pleasure of the moment. pleasure in the moment. 2 is enough, 2 has created sentiment..."God body". I'm close enough to god. As far as my body....need I talk further. Tom bolishvili..I remember as a fan of kramer. You a fan, I'll remember forever if there is such is forever. Break a nerve in me, never. curve of her, come to think of.... zuckerberg's "legend of the word romantic". As I said zucky, you're pretty enough being jewish and all. Hallucinated nasty driving by in a old jeep, hallucinated zucky driving by in whatever model car was. Me a model of a modernized holocaust I've lived. Whatever...was. Hungry still betting me whatever the artist makes of me...2 of me enough. 3rd...nah. Irony , 2 short stories I enjoyed. Along with nothing. My dick ain't all too long, ain't I something. 9-15-21-27-33. That's only 5 numbers 6 in between each...I'm 5 star...devil fan of each. And now I'm two and twenty I'm in the ICU. That was true...enough bout me regarding to, none other than I. Myself, My oh my, something pointing to...my...oh point it's a MINE. Shorty a dime, dirty the dozen, a dime ain't enough for me to stay buzzing. me high that does in. Higher than I....in that I'm doing. rats still the time they doing. I'm THE boy practically out of time. Speaking of cocky, just result of my time. Time...so many moments of sentiment I recall. read never call nobody to discuss book. "As he layed there dying...he wondered how was he ashamed of just those few specs of dusted." I stay blunted have tried getting dusted. Dust be PCP. Pasha cry pauly. Folk I'm about, my folks they seem to be bout me, What's to further on me. Russian folk vysotsky,, American rap none other than I. My anti-semite rap joint...I death defy...fuck me ending up in the joint. Or legal whoever they appoint. My existence be point enough. America glued into me, glue an ego, to what...existentialism. I exist. Alive still...who knows 2 more days 2 weeks... as 2 month seemingly less likely than previous stated. previously appointed me heavenly gated. I in heaven, only god rate it. glorious lord jesus, illustrious moyshah, all mine HAH, muhammad got one right by me maybe him being an arab look alike with my brother. brother said once, "Father going to outlive all of us". Likely a sociopath all that show otherwise, I wise like no other . He broke down crying once infront of me. God bless me if I see video today or soon be enough...at heart just me tough, from start my life rough. Life of me, nigga that ain't never enough. All in without cards, all in all, just sentiment all that's left of me. Aside memory of that cat I once adopted. Memory me still alive, cursed with a conscious. Life look like to be a number game. Numbers to me...all followers outnumber me. spitting bars, follow verses, shallow ain't a single verse....life boy did it curse, only curse me using word dick, aside my shortened dick, life shortened with me sick, #1 in the draft, who they pick. pick me sick myself, dick of I. Sickly P matthew's title of I. america's life prison sentence but they CONSTANTLY MURDER. Whatever on that note, I'm fucking done.