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Mar 2020
Correct me if I'm high on myself
My pious self
A dime against a dollar
Watch me coin a phrase and buy myself..
A diet helps
But minus auto correct.
I type bring pizza.
And she writes buy yourself.

I replied a dollar short 10 cents depri
Pennies for my thoughts cant buy the hope in which my wealth of honesty survived
So I try at wealth.
My moms 65 mill. In higher health
I just got told we all decide 500 thou.
To donate to charities
We find will help. And supply the help
I chose two churches
And a mosque when they invite me.
A sweat lodge
For the native version the creator
And ten sets of ******* for transitioning transgender teenagers
Wager implants
Cost ten racks.
You got nice racks.
My mom got me awesome major.
God made her an angel to provide me bread and milk and smokes
And save my *** from danger
And light my Hope's though my hope was nope.
She saved my life with love and words of spirit.
Near death. Shes wierd I tear up thinking of my fears in sure fire brick walls. Every time my pitfalls dissapeared *** she steered me clear.
Shes a heavenly body of love. Humble joy and great honest tall over powering awesomeness. Its aweful how much I was incompetent. And depended on her solidness. I'm imperfect. But yet an angel. *** she raised me to be faithful to the Angel's jesus god and strangers.
She prepared me for danger.
By allowing me to go anywhere in safety. The only angry thing I feel
When I think of how she raised me.
How could we ever know though
My brain was different
Than the type of equipment I had to **** with....
So I never got male attention. Or was cautious of assault. Or seduction
But my entire self though different.
Hardwired. By evolution.
To watch in fear but I pretended
And invented a persona to protect us.
He was born from hell.
And full of shelter that his stare was as deadly as a sinner is to selfish
Like eminem likes shellfish.
Like anna kendricks
Handles mandick
Like I like mayo sandwiches.
To get my thighs and *** thick
Like an oreo sandwich with me in between 2 massive black *****
The entire map led back to
A trap house.
With a bad mouse
Named stuart
Pumping up his bad mouth
I say put the fuckingbat down
You ******* *** clown
Your a bad mouth little
Bandit
Like disease belongs to ******* ***** rat mouth
Bring me black out
Bout to snap now
Lay the snack down
Steven Irvine talking crap now in the back ground but wont attack now
Tyler's a little class clown
News flash now
I'm massively turned on by your sisters perfe t *** now
Attack pow.
Doubt it smack my kids now
Never **** talk em.
But it's no time for *******
In this rumble. Blessed withfists that will split yourfucking wig now. Let's get down
I got a bottle of **** for lil jack.
Slsp the ***** out of your big mouth
Do let's get indignant with the fists now...
Dylan says hell make me pretty.
It's gone be ugly when we get down
Logan you must be dry asfuck *** my opposite is wet now.
Devils hood I'll get down like a war vet
In class action lawsuit with oxycontin. Low and out. And high in debt now.
No need to mention the rest

**** the head its ****** I'm thinking I'm the best now.
You know who you are. I love you too death.
Your actually the best now.
Dont let the rest down
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
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