1diesel1 said:

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i was gonna throw up, during human centipede, episodes 1-3 and i spit on your grave + remake, but this should do nicely.

omg, so a cripple ramp was built in 2 days.... and naturally, it's cold... ask me how sore i am. if i could just have one night of normalcy, at the club... but ohhhh no! had to gobble whatever leftover caps of strains, not already in my manstral calendar; 6 day reset... made a fool of myself, 3rd time n recent memory. soooo not my style. good times.
I'm the party puup, tonight. g came out. says

y do u need me to come



where was this girl, from 12-39.999???!!

opioids get a kick, from booze; allegedly risky, but a kick.
not lookin to b drunk.
it was all, or nothing. tensing, worse n worse. didn't feel like throwing a drunk so- early night.

had the munchies, sooo bad.

off to settle g's family's affairs.
not to break any solicitation rules, but a 5th wheel trailer is (rv) about to become my responsibility. nobody i know of, has use for it and imma need to get rid of it, for her aunt... any suggestions... i have a mind to park it off a main hwy, signed and umm... umm... will ask around, after i check the disposition of it; condition. just because it's been stored... doesn't mean squat.
u fellas will b ridin right along with me, to c the sights, but imma prolly b pretty quiet. should've dealt with t3... they're light chasin. i wanted to burn the mofo down, already kickin myself about light height; envious, of single strain n single stage, grows... always greener... N!

every ache... i know y i feel it; for neighbors and friends... precious.

penny, called. i dunno whether this was because he's a gravity fighting, escapee, or because it meant that much to neighbor bill... but i got underfoot, of ltr, maybe a total of 8hrs and that ramp, is done... penny, rolled him to it... stood up... walked down.
it's not a miracle... he sometimes, can walk. picture, 80lbs of unsteady... frailty... etc, but it of course, means alot to me and ltr, likes them, too. charge: supplies. i shared my feelings about the son, payin... she won't of course, have it... we'll see. i know she gave ltr an envelope- i left... none of my business, but i also know- he'd not yet, billed her. regardless, u know how the man, operates... if he found it excessive- he doesn't need to ask to know I'll accept nothing. it was a personal fav, to me.
if it's too much- he'll find a way to return it.

it was endearing that he knows more about my limitations, than i do. i c a marked section of earth, i start digging... i hear

you're not ready... your body isn't used to that... & he'd try to take whatever tool, from me. i recognize the back pain hunchshuffle, when i c it n found myself stealing shovels, from him, as I'd "recover"... just a cool tradeoff.
don't mind tellin ya, ummm... first post hole i dug, ever... townies... go figure.

it's like living, the ultimate gift. book had better lessons; movie, was awesome, though. sequals sucked, in both...

it's impressive, the speed at which this man n his 70s, works. just once, i would like to c him take a job, when it's appropriate to c him paid, his worth; perhaps, in his next life.

it'd b as impressive, at any age...

the cloner has gone crazy. they're gonna push the condom off, sooner than later. i need a lovely assistant... a booth babe... like mosh has, only without the license to kill.

boys, ladies- i know i haven't been surfin individual threads n that's not cool, but y'all know y. if we were on tv... our 90 days is up and i still wouldn't marry any of ur leaf wipin ashes. ;D , but ur missed, whether I'm away, or not... y'all have that big "titty", bporn; too much for me to handle, but nicer, to look at.

-sasquatch...youtube;presses...grows...

bporn; sorta... just lilunz. imma worry bout my lingling; my lovechild.

i have no time... nutes r low... used a lil clonex, to cheat. remember... it's for clones... may as well b water... value wise... low n; all i care about. they're still stretching; godog... we will have to c. stretching more than expected and the only one i don't stress over, atm.

i met a cholo

at a pain clinic, in cali

i met a man

i get permission, to share my life, btw

who tells a stranger in 5 min, joe, that their best friend, they unplugged
their brother, died where his tattoo, now resides, on Joe's forearm
who
does this
cholo joe, has a son, next gen, who does better, for themselves,
just
like
mine

hopefully

yours

cholo joe, designed a slammed, low ridin, blazer. graphis, art, everywhere...

i know our bombed/drunk, graffiti, artist, has got to b diggin this

even, the rims, lacquered, flawlessly

he opens the rear and it looks so shiny, like a james bond, goldfinger, bomb and I'm lookin for the hat guy, to pop out, offering handyman and odd jobs', employment services.

his car can do as many tricks as you can imagine
at one point, i asked about commitment and money
for such an atomic, bomb... he built it ...

for his son, to have a cool ride...

in high school

cholo joe, raised in the hood, where brothers die of mexicanness and bigotry, in a loved one's forearm, every
single
day

cholo joe, raised a young man...
his legacy
the next generation
who drives a "nicer", car than he does

when i was incarcerated

a car

was the folks who rolled with you
enroute
to punish people
with the wrath of angry gods
in the blink
of
an
i

a lifetime
in a grain
of sand

cholo joe's son...
wanted nothing
to do
with the crowd
cholo joe grew up with
in the hood

it would've been inappropriate
in the moment
to bother to mention...

he's a beaner

where i grew up
racist Republican
beaners
were a higher class; different block
they only turned up, to fight my monsters
in my
front lawn
saint Augustine
i should know
at 5
i hoe'd it up
and planted my first clones

life can be cyclical

our gods give us proof

every day

have a chreat day
joe
be safe
i hope you feel better

cholo Joe's son
rolls in the same
gold paved hood
we all do
same car
same humans

-for your beaner sun,
-cholo joe

-and my own

our own

we cannot afford the shades of pimberly, bigotry, sadism, masochism, racism, sexism, none of it

cholo joe is a person
a human
as were his dead mothers and fathers
none of we are perfect
show a little interest
in things people value
and perhaps
cholo joe
will shake your hand
and walk away, minutes later

i imparted to cholo joe

it's all a matter of perspective

would you have preferred someone other than you
make the questionable decision
and then give a lug a tug

or would you prefer it were your arms
they died in

and you
were there
to do so

what a gift
lucky we

he quieted
peeling out oh so slowly
in the intermingling spirits
of our marlboros

isn't that something

mornin, kiddo

xxxooo

cholo joe
how can one
not love
cholo joe
such a beautiful family

i hope you feel better

cholo joe

it was the carl's jr cashier's, first day; we've all had em. can u imagine how nervous she
must be

cholo joe couldn't quantify for me
what it took to build that foundation for his son
that
is
committment
30+yrs
true story

holding it
wiping it with a diaper
keeping it safe
to share culture
with the next generation
who would otherwise
never know
who their people are
or
where
they
came from
cholo joe
friend and neighbor
human

had a story
to tell

your turn

you four tell us a story

perhaps about a human

car wash joe
on my "block",
would not be off the mark

to
white
and trailer trash me
we r all cholos and trash
human
regardless of color
sex
origin
culture
race
or religion

i forgot to ask

what color

were each of their eyes

the racist in me

assumes

brown

i am down
with brown

more than once
a
lifesaving color

she's back
i must away

she begins with

her nephew was killed in Houston the other day

we
need
to
listen
to
a 26yr old
story

-my lovely g

wonder what his tears tasted like
to cholo joe

5sec exchange with strange cholo

good morning

racist

head down
look away
good morning

signs of hope

g-
blablabla

20meters

I'm sorry man

i don't mean to b rude

conversation with g

oh it's alright

hommie

hey

swing by
jack in the box

I'll get u a free

he doesn't know we're here
to play with pain and shady
deathness


the flowers and card

for
a random p.a.
who held g's hand
fingeratively

Ohhhh, stinky wizzleteats:)

do iii
have any
sparechange

fuck off

well god bless you
have a good day

fuck off

the panhandler

i know

scares my lovely g

as a man who can apparently afford
cigarettes

fuck off

I'm simply human

isn't
that
something

1diesel1 said:

Ohhhh, stinky wizzleteats:)

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lovely g

writing a card
pouring heart

please don't do that while I'm trying to think

diesel
you know I'm dying to watch it

and I'm only paraphrasing
here

but i think

g

just told me and by association
ewe

to fuck off

;P

but I'm just paraphrasing

i don't speak jive

tweakers

panhandlers

townies

and
sparechangers

suck

the royal
vfw
author
lesbian
shared her licorice with us
last night
aisle 13
right turn at a pallet of red licorice tubs
8.99

spare

u should get that

for the author

gods trail

?

57°
Coachella
blue
windy
skies
smog
conduit for smog from la
joshua tree cali
keys view

you could always watching us from there in this moment

i hate town

i think the guy ate her
-29psalms graveyard
-g

thank you sweetie
for doin this for me
she's a sweetheart
she deserves it
ty
-g

19.99
food
for soul
kroger

listen to the people around you

they will take you for a walk around the block
in your lifetime
remembering your if the humans influences of your life
turning left or right

and one remembers their favorite teachers
and their own version of the places we went

this way or that
tornadoes
twisted up in the game

and if your still holding hands and flowers
when you reach for the knob

those 70s cadillacs you have to push on that thing

a storyteller

just
like
we

blablabla

-g

by dr Seuss