Rioted.
I was cursing yall. Yeah, I was cursing yall. Laying on my grandmothers floor after the air mattress she had just bought me had miraculously popped at night. Like the slash sling smasher could walk in and be ALL like slasher. Pop her fucking head in. The stupid little bitch had it ducking coming. Yea, I said ducking for Jospeh’s sake. My Joseph. I remember having that lightbulb of a eureka moment. I was like smash my pretty jfk’d face in why don’t cha? Wanting to ask if you wanna come inside and meet the misses? Will ya.... need I ask or mock you? I waited for a nic moment😎 I could easily and I laugh. Mutilate ya wholly and in the best of the best holy sense. Ya I’ll add and shiet. No name over here like yeah like shirts! Cause use that mother ducking panky collared shirt! Lol oh wow and it’s for girls. Shiet. Got! Damn📌 all autistic and krampused out of my mind. I like the idea but even that can go sour in a velvetta moment. Fudge it! What’s the point. Bosquez, Castillo. I sat in the tree like a maroon forever in my childhood. Honestly! I thought, how could I just sit there. But I did. Those flowers me there but robotically smashing them up to smiterines. I miss you. Those mornings and those holidays. My dresses and my love for still being able to see them in my mind. Soothing and heartbreaking. My life. My rules. Hahaha oh I’ll shut up but you do and yeah ima day bitch. I hated hearing girls from school say that. You should heard me inner self.