i need to have a conversation with a man, about shyt he doesn't like to discuss... morbid...stoic... stubborn, bitter, committed, veteran, sob... give him the impossible... has my back in all things... and I've only truly known, 5mo. no shyt.
this man, is one of the shortest, slightly built, strongest, fastest, most determined, self destructive geezers, I've ever met... ohhh... he needs to see the color of my eyes, through tears... as i speak to him, face to face.
I've never had... well... alot is gone, now, but I've never had this much grass in 2wks, in my... well, i don't think i have. i haven't weighed and it's still wet, but it was double my typical harvest, in multiple tanks. i mean my formula takes like 10% mr simpson's n lasts, exponentially, longer. i haven't taken anything in over 24hrs, again. these r all signs... i mean that's like a 2yr supply, if i don't f it all up, processing it. i took .6mg, yesterday around 01, or 0300.
i am not stupid. i am not cured, pain wise. motivated by gods and love: I AM THAT GOOD.
ltr should marry, passing along medical and $, without a scratch. i, too, am technically, single.
g has a debt. i offered to settle 23k, with this stranger; lump sum. apparently, he'd prefer ummm me to pay for their children, at a rate, of $20mo. i mean it's cool he arrested the interest, but how ya think it got that high, to begin with... whatcha think i could've done, with that... what HE... couldn't done with that, over a decade.
hence, g cannot marry me. i can't say i don't ever now n then, relish in the idea, that money grubbing whore, must live in fear, of, "i know that sob could take $500-1200 a month from me, at any time.
I'm human, too. that money could help alot of people. the woman owes shy of 100k, minimum and a breast man judge... well... I'm sure he knows what he did n didn't do... I'm human... y'all know i have wrestled with the idea and prefer to leave the woman alone. the cost of her actions, while enriching... tends to come at the cost of , "natural causes"... for the loved ones, in her life. imagine how it felt, "never speak to anyone n my family, again "... think i didn't love them all... think i didn't know, as they were dying... and yet i respected her request. i could do nothing. not even say goodbye. she may b wealthy, but it cost her 2 families i know of, to achieve it. descendants of success: 20% retention rate; $80% failure. i stole; nothing was ever, given. i stole an amazing past, i had no right to. oh, trust me... the repercussions of a short exchange, on a child's bed, cost a lifetime more, than 20k... but it was not mine, to take. it was my racist, Republican, grandfather's legacy, to our community, in a time, when 20k, was a significant amount of money and an ounce of crystal, cost me bout $200 and blow, round $300 a zip. no matter how much ur lookin at, there's never enough, cocaine. so y bother trying.
i wouldn't alter the events of my life. i never would've met you four.
i need to have a conversation with another human.
i mean, the last time i road/rode ;p shotgun with jimmy/ltr... oh, sorry... i told him, last night, i wouldn't say that, anymore. he doesn't like rooting, but then again, he doesn't like any job he does; he's retired.
i was crying next to this stoic man, last time, at dawn. the question was, "how much for an electric wheelchair for neighbor bill. r u shytting me, you cheap old man. "you cannot ask me this question. penny paid him prior to billing and not from insurance nor did Phoenix have time to send money to the untechsaavy... at least 300 above and beyond his cost.
i have seen abby lee miller, a human, and not by choice. THAT is the wheelchair i was going to need, to go to concerts with g; anywhere. now, i had seen similar ones, around 2k, but i never found hers... and I'm thinking 40k. i know he has it in donald duck boxes, alone. what was iii supposed to say besides, "you cannot ask ME this question"... i only have one house; that money grubbing whore.
I'm lost. sorry. trying to focus. i need to focus. i need to think. i am a pervert and gotta have it, constantly. yeah... no question... I'm not fuckin a dood (head). i need to think. i have a problem to solve. larry and i discussed the things in chloride that are so, "poorly", assembled that every job is a jigsaw, a puzzle; a riddle. he was basically saying, "who else, but a veteran general, could help these people". i already knew the solution to that one: us four
i know the best mud guy... the best fence guy... and you four.