Dec 2015
Eight years ago in the homeless shelter a loud beep went off in my ear. It was then that I remembered the time in 1983 that that mob f-word [expletive] slammed a cork ***** in my right ear, twisted it, then ripped out my head guts through my ear.
Living through the pain, I enjoyed the silence. Strumming my guitar. Feeling the vibrations of the neighbors on the floor below me. The occasional mob cop f-word [expletive] kicking in my door. Then, silently mouthing nonsense to me as to why I should keep the noise down. I wish you were there to see the dumbfoundedness when they realised I could not hear them. But, mostly I would watch the krackles fly, wonderlously sailing. Perfectly, and without err and without that [idol] awful chatter that drove my girlfriend from the Bronx to move out because (get this) she didn't want to live in a jungle.
Again my train jumps the tracks. I'm so sorry, and I do feel the pain of punishment forty-one years after my father taught me how to behave. Maybe I'll just jump off the train and into a taxi.
Yes, this is much better, now getting back to the story. The government (Social Security Administration) let me be free of sound for about six months until they figured if they swung for the surgery, they wouldn't have to pay me benefits. And, when a Lodi mob cop **** shot me because I couldn't hear him yell stop. I got a lot of money for that. That is when the government stepped in to rebuild my ear. I told them no but, they dragged me onto surgery against my will anyway. Laughing all the while.
Later I find out that the CIA put a tracer (sender/receiver) in along with a plastic/metal ear drum or whatever part it's called. Taxi Stop! 40 Dollars! no tip.
So, two years ago like I said. I'm in the homeless shelter and this thing goes off BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEP. And people are punching me and beating me and telling me to shut up. And, I'm immobilized because when you have a titanium alloy amplifier in you it hurts your ears even if they are made out of plastic. And this thing goes on for like SIXTEEN HOURS and I want to reach in and pull it out but, I can't and I scream help and start kicking back until the police come. But, the thing is still beeping.
The next day and this is the part that really hurts. The next day, this slunt that stole my virginity when I was thirteen is there and she still has the thing on in front of all the police and everything and I tell the police DO NOT HELP THAT WOMAN. She has been blackmailing me for 36 years because I will not have her. She had me ***** and photographed it and posted photos of this **** everywhere.
Billboards, grocery stores, places of employment, Yankee Stadium, Florida, the world. Stop helping this ******! She should be in jail or the very least5 a ****** ward where they could at least try to help her.
I have a son and daughter from a previous marriage. Me, I'm used to being abused. My family started it when I was six months old. But, my children really don't have to put up with this garbage because some ***** can't get over me after I rejected her THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS AGO. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I have a kid who believes this ***** and I have to tell him it's not true and explain what demonic possession is and he says sure dad. But, then goes ahead and listens to his mother anyway.
He's a good boy.
Living through the pain, I enjoyed the silence. Strumming my guitar. Feeling the vibrations of the neighbors on the floor below me. The occasional mob cop f-word [expletive] kicking in my door. Then, silently mouthing nonsense to me as to why I should keep the noise down. I wish you were there to see the dumbfoundedness when they realised I could not hear them. But, mostly I would watch the krackles fly, wonderlously sailing. Perfectly, and without err and without that [idol] awful chatter that drove my girlfriend from the Bronx to move out because (get this) she didn't want to live in a jungle.
Again my train jumps the tracks. I'm so sorry, and I do feel the pain of punishment forty-one years after my father taught me how to behave. Maybe I'll just jump off the train and into a taxi.
Yes, this is much better, now getting back to the story. The government (Social Security Administration) let me be free of sound for about six months until they figured if they swung for the surgery, they wouldn't have to pay me benefits. And, when a Lodi mob cop **** shot me because I couldn't hear him yell stop. I got a lot of money for that. That is when the government stepped in to rebuild my ear. I told them no but, they dragged me onto surgery against my will anyway. Laughing all the while.
Later I find out that the CIA put a tracer (sender/receiver) in along with a plastic/metal ear drum or whatever part it's called. Taxi Stop! 40 Dollars! no tip.
So, two years ago like I said. I'm in the homeless shelter and this thing goes off BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEP. And people are punching me and beating me and telling me to shut up. And, I'm immobilized because when you have a titanium alloy amplifier in you it hurts your ears even if they are made out of plastic. And this thing goes on for like SIXTEEN HOURS and I want to reach in and pull it out but, I can't and I scream help and start kicking back until the police come. But, the thing is still beeping.
The next day and this is the part that really hurts. The next day, this slunt that stole my virginity when I was thirteen is there and she still has the thing on in front of all the police and everything and I tell the police DO NOT HELP THAT WOMAN. She has been blackmailing me for 36 years because I will not have her. She had me ***** and photographed it and posted photos of this **** everywhere.
Billboards, grocery stores, places of employment, Yankee Stadium, Florida, the world. Stop helping this ******! She should be in jail or the very least5 a ****** ward where they could at least try to help her.
I have a son and daughter from a previous marriage. Me, I'm used to being abused. My family started it when I was six months old. But, my children really don't have to put up with this garbage because some ***** can't get over me after I rejected her THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS AGO. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I have a kid who believes this ***** and I have to tell him it's not true and explain what demonic possession is and he says sure dad. But, then goes ahead and listens to his mother anyway.
He's a good boy.
