I'm just done with all this ****. FUKING DONE. All I ever do is look out for her and her family and all I get from her own mother is disrespect and humility and talking behind my back to the girl of my dreams??? ***??? Why the **** would I stay and take this ****?? Dad.. If u can hear me *** is going on. This is ridiculous and I can't take it. Her mother is tearing my heart outta my chest. I know I said to not let parents get in the way but ****. This is ******* and I can't believe I'm still here yet trying to fix everything when idk if its going to work. Why would I do what I do and treat everyone so good? For this to happen to someone like me? Like this could happen to my dad 3 months ago with his. Passing... Why??? This worlds a ****** up place. Aeriel doesn't know it and all I do is try to show her what I've been through and tell her yet nothing really clicks until its too late. Apparently im a liar when Shes talking to my ***** ex that SHE SAW WAS LIEING to me just 2 ******* DAYS AGO. Doesnt believe her true love???Everything's too late. My dads passing... My uncle being how he has to my girlfriend, my girlfriend Aeriel being how she is, and her ******* witch mother. Can't stand her. Treat her daughter like gold and I get dumpstered on by her knowing I can't retaliate or it's over between her daughter and I. That ******* old ****** witch. Wouldn't tell my girlfriend, my life, that her moms as bad as she is but not even I would try to say some of the things I'm thinking. I'm done. The only little piece of me staying... Is my true love for this girl...

theres a dead guy living inside of this dead girl i know. hes crouched like a bug and her skin crawls so she does too. all fours like a dead animal, like dragon-flies fuking their fetus inside. shes a nice girl and i like her but her sorry dead soul is being repeatedly ***** and shes in so much pain i cant have a decent conversation with her. her father is a pervert. he touches himself sitting on her head-stone, laughing. if he knew what i knew hed be jealous of them both. when he dies soon hell have to face the fact that hell have to share. i give up trying to talk to her, to tell her hope. i give up the ghost.

Im tired if this ****
Im tired of you always pushing me away
Your making me hate you more everyday
I want to treat you the way you treat me each day
I tell myself in my head whenever he wants to be lovey dovey
Imma send him to the curve like he has done to me all this years
He acts like he is to bomb for me
Please you need to fall from that cloud 9
If you are rated your probably like a 1
That fuking attitude you carry kills everything you are
Im done begging you
Im done doing everything you want
And not getting anything in return
From now on whenever you want love
You should start asking your fukin hand

I opened up to you for comfort and you just crumpled it up and threw it like trash
im ******, I'm *******
Im fuking,
I am ******'
*******

someone is
about to attenborough
the whole
lot of ****,
around this...
what makes,
a current observation...
not a current observation,
but also not, a:
dragged joke..
come one...
shine less so...
it's like:
i'm attempting
to digest
that point of view...
leave me to care
about the beef, ******.
it's metallica's astronomy...
zodiac *******...
not anatomy...
  (god, i love explainig
idiot like)...
woe doe d'oh d'ah...
fuking spaghatti
twisters...
   i too have spotted
a **** ferris-wheel..
sighted...
made any money
from it in the newspaper?
n'ah... not really...
will i end up homeless
as i grow older?
good question:
no question,
as i asked one homeless man:
my mother told me
to never tell a lie...
oh...
so i gave him a cigarette...
here's to me...
throwing myself
under  a train...
so the prime reason,
why this man was,
homeless....
was...
because his mother...
told me...
to never... tell a...
lie?!
metallica: astronomy...
  audioslave: like a stone...
   low man lyric...
sure...
no sunlight with no sunglasses...
but...
you see...
i'm itching...
this isn't winter...
sun or sunglasses...
i'm itching...
   quest?
i'm ******* fuming:
this isn't winter!
i'm experiencing
a brain-twitch...
   no...
you're attempting to sell me,
something,
   i'm far from, buying...
i'm twitching,
"thinking":
the worst thing that could
happen to "me":
is already you...
  beg to differ...
drink a liter of whiskey...
and we'll call it: a game
of evens...
******.

   no? then let's play
the game:
   leisure:
  and a sun-tan...
and...
  who the **** works
7 days a week,
to then...
    "explore"
   spending a forthnight
caring for a *******
sun-tan?!
        the ****?!
seriously...
re-open the mental
asylums...
and send me to the ******
basement
to attempt to...
fend off the jimmy savile
types...
i'll play the michael
myers part...
    just give me
a scart mask...
every 12 months...
and... come on...
at least the playlist
with the corrs's
breakthrough single:
this is the right time single
on the headphones...
you put some michael jackson
on the end of the pluckers...
i swear...
   a bomb will not
be bound to be bound
to reiterate IRA
     or ISIS...
  or the ******* cockers my
nockers bros...
of...
  the man d'un solo...
   no... not that ****
saville...
    me 'inking...
        ha ha!
  charlie bronson!
in a cage...
with...
             jimmy oi oi saville...
that would be  heaven...
like...
the time i went to
a turkish barber...
keeping a beard for
almost a year...
which...
has become...
my newly found:
"hobby"...
new york women
using the internet:
eh... you can't help it...
                 you just fall prey.

it's called a smacker:
or a plush statement...
  or a plum...
  otherwise a strawberry
if someone is being,
truly,
affectionate...
either way...
  some variant of
attempting to giggle;
of donning sunglasses...
either during a sunrise...
or during the night.

you wanna know how
you steal from thieves?
you kiss
prostitutes...
what?
you have something
against kissing
prozzies?
**** in ****
but not recounted
in your mouth
second time / nth
time a problem?
i like you already!
just give hgim the bag,
let's see what
sort of butcher we
make this reliquary
we make out of him...
   tough boy,
or a butchers' snippet
i feed off / on pain...
i, need, pain...
like k require...
don't **** with me
over  decent ingredient list...
******, don't...
i want to cook my mother
something special...
savvy?!
you only need one woman in your life...
just your mother...
and i will leave thst **** untouched...
no...
the mther is sacred..
sacred idle Cain benefactors...
but mother, is... motjer...
mother! is mother!
mother, mother!
              you take that ****,
an d teach it to the gang...
you... *******...
****-brains!
                 you fuking Hewie ******...
no! you ******* ******!
   you pass me by....
you **** me...
you get me?
          no?
then you better reiterate
being wonton of a desire to...
****... savvy?!
like i once reiterated
of a youngster
and a ***** bottle...
well...
if your uncle is so interested,
you better caalll him,
i have a death wish...
gues what...
                 ******!  come at me!
i want death!
i am gagging for it!
     black panther *****...
spawn.. probably the only
black man alive...

all my thoughts spin with the world
As though for a moment time collapsed
The things around me felt, relaxed

I feel my surroundings starting to spin
Like the world who wants to destroy us from within

It’s been over a second now. I feel my whole body floating
As I look towards the sky, I see not clouds but fluttering spies
They hide from the above and peer from below with their eyes.

A certain spy had quickly approached me to supply my pie.
as I fell from the air and just sat there feeling shy
I greet him saying hi.

The spy tried to fly but I had to deny and grabbed him with my tie
I asked him “where are thou pie?”

The spy shrugged with his ***** lips as though he had just eaten chicken strips
“Is- is that my pie!?”
I shouted with concern, scared of what it is I’m about to learn.
“Nigh” the spy looked suspicious as he proceeds to deny

“******* your mouth is filled with empty cries“
I snapped then pounded him on the ground locking him with my thighs”
“Although I am not wise my eyes can see through your lies.”
“You will now die right in between of my thighs”
“Anytime now you will meet your demise”

The spy tried to break free but the golden chef had very strong thighs
As he tries to  wiggle around, a sudden surprise had started to arise
It was his allies.

With sizes of that of a mountain, so glittery yet so majestic like a fountain
“Oh you fuking donkey”
The chef mumbled as he snapped the spies neck
“COME AT ME AND YOU WILL SEE FOR A SEC THAT THIS WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE THAT YOU HAVE CHECKED”

the spies flew around the chef and threw lots and lots of pies at him
Fast pretty Pies the size of that of them thicc thighs
“Ah ****” the chef exclaimed as he got brutally murdered by thigh sized pies

2 dead corpses were left on the scene, leaving it for the janitors to clean
It had been about 19 seconds now. I don’t feel anything.
Not my body not my thighs and certainly not my hand
To which I am hoping is holding a bunch of pies.

The world continues to spin as 7 minutes passed all my thoughts collapsed
But time kept going pretty fast as though nothing had happened from the past.
The moment which had just flashed inside my brain.
Was kind of vast so I just smashed it, Knowing it was my last.