i’m so drunk can’t hardly hold my head up
I have a case of the reds and I’m wallowing in funk
valnetines present poems are tattoos
you fucking go say them and then you lose
the one you love and I guess God up above
has a different idea of your soul mate
Fuck soulmates, I think they suck
all zeroing into your problems…
Fuck you, and fuck your family, too, I got none of those people, not even two…which should be my one brother and my one sister but both of them now are nothing but distant memories at best, and yeah they got money, BUT HONEY, I AM ONE OF THE BEST where we live, they bow down, kiss feet and TOTALLY GIVE….all their money to keep up their status…not even caring that their sister will soon need an apparatus to make her lungs breathe, and they both get relief from blaming me for things you thought you perceived that I did on purpose but I really did not, and if you ever had asked me you would’ve got, THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH I did all that you asked and you refuse to believe.
THAT BOTH OF YOU ARE SO GOOD COMPARED TO ME
I AM THE MOTHERFUCKING FUCKING BLACK MOTHERFUCKING SHEEP.
(who taught her 3-year old children to learn how to read)
A nigger sheep is what I am and those who offend easily go on ahead and slam your finger on THAT GODDAMN BUTTON BACK…or you will feel and find yourself angry from my this attack. You will know what it feels like cause it feels like your sack is being kicked all the way from the front yard to back.
I wish you would just let this shit go….be like, “fuck that bitch, I hate her, I’m getting on with my show”…but instead of that, you drop your screenshot, and though this term is degrading, BITCH, YOU ARE A THOT….and as much I have sought to not use these muscles that I really fucking got and fuck your face up a really fucking lot…you MUST UNDERSTAND EVERY TITTLE AND JOT…cause anytime I WANT I can drag you in the street, and fuck you so hard, you won’t be complete. Your bones will break and your jaw won’t open and you’ll lay in the street, bleeding and hoping that someone gets to you real fucking fast before the bitch that’s on top KILLS YOUR FUCKING ASS.
JS..QUIT FUCKING TELLING THE NEIGHBORS YOUR FUCKING LIES….
…..I am so close to the “going postal” point, you have no clue….but I’m sure post-mortem you’d totally dig being on that show “Forensic Files”.
GO FUCK YOURSELF, EAT SHIT AND DIE, BE VERY CAREFUL WHERE YOU GO AND HIDE AND ALWAYS REMEMBER THERE IS NO LOCK ON THAT PORCH WHERE YOU SIT, AND MAYBE THINKING ABOUT THAT WILL MAKE YOU QUIT TALKING YOUR SHIT.
You are racking up so much karma with me, that if you get another enemy…omfg….I feel sorry for your whole family…
one more thing…
Your youngest kid CONSTANTLY ASKS FOR FOOD BECAUSE SHE SAYS YOU HAVE NONE AT YOUR HOUSE, and she’s a TATTLETALE…(WHO TAUGHT HER THAT?) AND WE BOTH KNOW YOUR OLDEST HATES BEING AT YOUR HOUSE…..
I never came in and stayed long….cause….damn…it smells bad in there….my house is messy, cause I kinda suck at cleaning…but YOUR HOUSE SMELLS LIKE CANINE WASTE PRODUCTS AND YOUR PORCH SMELLS LIKE FELINE WASTE PRODUCTS…
Now I understand (no I don’t like it) but I do undertand why you are such a cunt. You’re the category TWO I spoke about in my last blog entry.