Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

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I once ?

Did absolutely nothing.

No idea what I’m even typing.

Don’t read this shit.

Imma call the police.

DAMM

I’ve got an empty bottle.

More wine in the fridge but that’s like in the kitchen.

Call the authorities!

I never watched your channel – I followed the bean.

Jack is on my ass.

Fucking giants on the gram.

Is my fridge still open?

Fuck it! The food can fade to off mode.

The wine will stay in place.

YouTube.

Ah! Fuck it.

I am Ironman.

Ted Hughes gave birth to…

Dear Love

Dear Love,

I love you.

But I love the world around us even more.

I love our sky.

I love our sea.

I love the air we breathe.

I love the swans paddling by on a warm summers day.

I love the peace of mind when drama and pain fade away.

I love your eyes.

I love your mind.

I love your brain in its entirety.

I love your soul.

I love your heart.

Every heartbeat counts, no authority.

I love the way your smile beams through to my vision.

I love your warmth, including extra love only emissions.

I love your kisses.

I love your touch.

I love our love when love is never too much.

Love

Unique

Throw Money

At the bitch who acts like she knows shit but needs you to survive.

At the one that knows shit but would rather leave you to cry.

At the other, that takes more than they’re due.

At the stank looking one, who claims that they’re looking out for you.

At the people of people who’s people know people in need.

At bricks and mortar because every bitch needs a deed – for free.

At your habits, bad habits, needy fucking issues.

At a box of Kleenex because every dick needs tissues.

So What!

So what if I’m evil in most of my posts.

So what if Crow is more criminal than Ghost.

So what if you bleed over my pages.

So what if your tears fill backdoor paddling pools.

So what if your heart beats faster when you read through my blog.

So what if I’ve skinned you alive, with Crow above God.

So what if my words depict the horror and dark menacing ways of inhabitants on earth.

So what if Crow pissed all over your white roses.

So what if I spat in your left eye.

So what if I state facts and burn your mind with penetrative forms of sexualised context.

So what if you feel offended.

So what if you feel some type of way.

So what if you’re hurting.

It sounds like a YOU problem.