To you who yes- you don’t know what you’ve been missing—are you listening?
Readers who they stare on-screen, and looking lean with plentiful fitness endured...
Because the Fats (and the Blacks) are not welcome here where I care about what whites not only, welcome to read my prose/poetry when the African countries give me no hits a.k.a. views of my writing all nighting and images galore, seeking seether—seams AMD processors seemingly awake that my friend had it with $CAKE (hi Bruce, my slim infatuation with Dubai) in hotels so big, blindly awake, that $CAKE “going the distance” and “going for spam English ham” when have or have not, I have no “Grand Plot” to soak up the sun, having fun, and UV-baking, eating bacon, someone?
Not me, not to the dotted “i” when I see what I despise, the faked pills I’ve not taken, Suboxone, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? They haven’t given a urinary sample in 2+ years, now putting-in some fear as to the such and duck of the fucks—corrupt individuals trying to take me down, me and my frown 😡
I DON’T DRINK ALCOHOL OR DO ANY DRUGS!
WHY DOES A PAPER SAY I HAVE “SUBOXONE” IN MY SYSTEM??????
Surely faked by this motherfucking place- a hospital/home I have an Apartment at—not just a room—the maid left her broom near my slider door!
This opiate on their paperwork, I don’t want them to “FAKE SHIT” in my name, my records and my being toyed with—I won’t have it anymore!
Aunt Donna Donohue, it’s you... who I look up to... and Dad too... and I want the “FAKED PAPERWORK” and my Mother's wine well someone tell her to PUT A CORK IN IT !!!!!
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