Son Died
I Hit Scrotum With Hammer During Renovations ((I Having To Still Replace My Walls. They Will Not Renew Lease Until The Walls Are Back And On My Wall BeCause That Is Where Walls BeLong And I Wish I BeLonged AnyWhere Like Walls. Fuck.) I Will Not Leave BeCause I Live Here.) And Then I Decided To Leave Tumbler BeCause Tumbler Is The Reason I Ruined The Walls In First Place. Fuck. Fuck You. You Lied. Son Is Died Not Alive. Not Living. He Not In There. FUCK YOU MR ANONYMOUSE YOU WENT TOO FAR. @we-are-a-non-mouse You Sick Mother Fuck. He Is DEAD. He Is GONE. I HAVE NOTHING LEFT.
This Image Of Man And Monkey Remind Me Of Him And Me And Us Together. To Be Honest. They Are Both Smile And Laugh And His Hand Very Big. Not Small Like Mine. My Hand Is More Like Ape Or Chimp Hand. It Grabs Little. And That Is Okay. BeCause PGD Is Nothing To Ashame For. Okay? Okay. Fuck You. He Died From Poison. BeCause Our Fucked Up GovernMent Made The Water Poison Now He Died. What? That Is Not Okay. Okay? HELLO! Mr President Please STOP Doing EveryThing. Fix The Problem Not Make Them STUPID. IDIOT. He Does Not Even Know What It Is Like To Really Suffer Like Me. From My PGD And Divorce And My Freaking Son Died. What. That Is So Bad. I CanNot Stop Cry. Thank You For NOTHING. Fuck You.