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Jul 2018
Girls don’t do that
Girls ain’t dudes
Only boys are dudes
You see I am watching tv
And voices are crowding my head
I want to be professional
But I can’t be
So I watch nice music wrapped up in a concert it’s cool
You see when I was young I was teased a lot and one of those teasers is dead and he acts like he died to mess with my head
You see my late father was trying to get me to be a good family person, like do things properly but people called him a great big old fogie but now he is dead and in his next life which is Betty I feel I have released the bad karma he dealt with
No mate I didn’t **** him, he just drowned in the pool but when he died my mind worked overtime to bring dad to his next life saying the world isn’t ready for you yet because there was a lot of bad karma around him
At the moment dad is sending mum to not watch as much television, you know not binge watch and my old school chum Paul is making me hear voices from the old friends I used to hang with as a young dude
You see I hated people back then but there is no way this will force me to **** myself because I love my life too much and I hated every kid playing with rope after I watched the clip on YouTube seeing children tie each other up, so I am trying to watch really positive stuff on YouTube to make myself the best version of myself
And I hope other people fucken well do the same, I occasionally talk to my voices as a joke but I don’t believe them though
I want people to be nice even though it’s hard to do, they should be nice to each other
When I was robbed in the 1970s
By a crazy bully, I felt everyone was trying to keep me away from being a real family person
Most of my actions when I was a child was because of my previous life as Graeme Thorne and grant Beaumont, taken from this world too young and I can’t seem to focus on things
In this life but I love my life too much to want to **** myself
When I talk to my psychiatrist about being kidnapped and killed in my previous life, they talk like Christians would and think I am crazy and I know that is the truth but I feel if I keep talking about that I will be driven to the psych ward and that place is ****** well like hell to be in, and I am having a hard life at the moment with my voices so I am dieting and exercising to try and push me away but I remember being called a Turk when I was walking crazily across the footy field and when I said dunno hasn’t got a name on it they said what are you looking at Turk one hundred times over
And I felt bad because all people want to do is tease me
And I hate getting teased so I ****** off away from those fools and I want to rebuild my life, being healthy and together
And never have problems because I do want people to like me, and not worry about my past and when dad died I went to the funeral and I brought him to his next life as Betty because dad needed me to grow up and despite not showing I wanted to, to dad I was trying to grow up
Despite acting marginally like a little kid
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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