<3 draft 2
I was trying to write a poem about a war with death, a spiritual unfolding when ideology meets actuality. Leaving me unable to rationalize my own state of life, for lack of way or reason, I am here but unable to write, or hold the words still in my mind, let alone type out pages of writing. Talking has become a tedious task, with little else to think about other than the plight of my c***dren, and all of the lost time for work, study and training this has all cost me. Many computers have been thrown at the wall in this time trying to write a single paragraph on the subject.
It’s been almost four years since my adventure to the library that cost me my beautiful babies. They are my street babies, the only important variables of my life. I had dropped every other aspect of my existence to be there for them, for three years I was as dedicated as any "sort of dad" could be, I budgeted money to go on random adventures, I did grocery shopping fully considering their dietary needs of "vegetable soup and kraft dinner", I would get stressed about any thought of a threat to their well being.
My time is otherwise spent in epic battles with the newspaper punching bag hanging in my kitchen, Stone carving granite hearts in my backyard for my sisters and the other lady's in my life, modding video games on my computer or letting my mind wonder into a pit of self perpetuated loneliness due to the overwhelming anxiety my life has become. The adventure my c***dren and I set out on that day, February 18 2018, was intended to be a reward for their surprise efforts cleaning my house, walls, floors and dishes, well I was asleep.
Our adventure that day may very well have killed the world. How great of a "sort of dad" am I?
I sat in front of a Tim Horten's half dead after waking up with "random brain hole injury" for several months, I to this day have no idea how these injuries I have incurred got there or what they are intended to do, and in that time so much "GuatopoAssMouthProjectionBeamCannon" was going on that there was absolutely no point attempting to further involve those who clearly already were completely involved. In the time frame of "BrainHoles" to "TreasonFuckPileMart", I had my freshly aerated face smashed on the ground by "ChickenNugget", a weird chemical sparsely sprayed all over my campsite, which almost melted various of my extremities off.
I had found a giant Dimond with a chip out of a button facet and two iodine marks on it that in rhetorical media gander turned out to be worth potentially 20.3 million dollars... go figure. I had, at the time, sat there in great debate on the premise of finding a giant diamond potentially worth any substantial amount of money and the endless shit it would likely be. I had already accumulated that which adds up to a "SmallBag" of "PotentiallyDiamonds" that I had taken to the peoples diamond store in "CFFuckPileCenter", where I was told that they were probably not real and that they would have to send "SmallBag" of "PotentiallyDiamonds" away to properly check their authenticity. so I decided at that time that unless I can be there well they are doing their thing, the c***dren's Christmas gift of a real "TreasureChest" was more important! I had already been colleting a lot of interesting trinkets and jewelry looking stuff with their tresure chest in mind.
To have gone from studying and hide and seek with my wonderful babies at a library to four years of "treason fuck pile" and "subsidiary assmouth fagots" has dissolved my patients and respect for this "piece of shit country" into a festering blood puddle of "pure vengeance", and to come to understand that an endless ass mouth and its inability to understand, interpret or apply the English language is the cause of all the hell of the past four years of my life has left me down... unhappy.
~~d1 prts~~
I sat for months with "brainholes", broken shoulders, and the worst "sort of family" problems imaginable under the impression that i could,in one day; figure out if "smallbag" of "potentially diamonds" was worth any money, get advice and or funding to start a business, "marry a maybe mommy" and save "the wonderful babies" from imposing "tyranting" all in one valent "swloosh".
Before "crazy ass chemicals trying to melt my limbs off happened", and "endless conspiracy and back stabby treason" from my supposed friends, family and community while still trying to track down my missing c***dren which all the prelisted parties are seemingly involved in or are other wise being leveraged into whutever "it is". Nothing about the salutation of my life has improved one bit. my quest to save my c***dren has become an all out war between my self and endless treason fuck piles. It has become a global issue, a question without answers and no honest person to inquire too and myself, having been there and involved the entire time, being ignored and tormented for merely trying to offer assistance to those i am obligated to do so for, and the other i valiantly wanted to keep out of treason fuk piles reach.
I spent the past two years creating a favorite folder called "wonderful internet ladys" (as to avoided the psychological weight that all this shit mouth terminology smothers the self image of these wonderful women in <3's) are my recovery therapy, a direct attempt on my own part to keep my mind in a manageable loving place despite the constant and persistent treason my entire life is slowly fuck piling into. There are people trying to corrupt it with stupid crazy nonsense, yet another in a 4 year long endless shit festering out of this fuck piles mouths. Until now, i haven't really been able to sit and write about it, everything comes out rage rage rage, but i need to write to reduce stress and sort through the "what the fuck" of my life- maybe is all a traitor trap, "Dear God".
I say to myself, "i sort of clicked on stuff to meet a girlfriend", a very none present variable of my life for 16 years and a void of my life that my street babies rendered obsolete with "more importance" and shining wonderfulness. I in a very big way do not have the social skills to approach the subject, which in my mind is not of a lack of confidence but more so an unwillingness to involve people in what i consider to be a "harms way".
The wonderful women's, became a lullaby of feminine softness to my fractured missing baby head by simply being a positive and beautiful symphony of delightful stimulus. I <3 you(s) for being a wonderful and stimulating distraction. i appreciate the honest expression and call for love, its the spiritual food i have sought my whole life to find and could make a really great filter for some kind of website somewhere.
The internet is a stupid script k**dy shit tier faggot and there for thinking about it more "securely" is really fundamentally important to their safe and effective operation and application as a tool of employment and financial activity. the very subject is extremely diverse spanning generations, methodologies, languages, cultures and technologies.
You are Beautiful, Be Safe! <3
notes:
-gustoso d**gs
-address traitor going to my lists on internet
-address stolen computers, accounts and passwords
-internet safety
-gustoso ass net
-the crazy's
-dopple ganger fagots
-more compliments and <3's
-meet maby mama
-d**gs/poisons/toxins/venoms/chemicals
-blindy light and nosie machine k**napper fuck pile
https://www.pdfdrive.com/writing-books.html
It’s been almost four years since my adventure to the library that cost me my beautiful babies. They are my street babies, the only important variables of my life. I had dropped every other aspect of my existence to be there for them, for three years I was as dedicated as any "sort of dad" could be, I budgeted money to go on random adventures, I did grocery shopping fully considering their dietary needs of "vegetable soup and kraft dinner", I would get stressed about any thought of a threat to their well being.
My time is otherwise spent in epic battles with the newspaper punching bag hanging in my kitchen, Stone carving granite hearts in my backyard for my sisters and the other lady's in my life, modding video games on my computer or letting my mind wonder into a pit of self perpetuated loneliness due to the overwhelming anxiety my life has become. The adventure my c***dren and I set out on that day, February 18 2018, was intended to be a reward for their surprise efforts cleaning my house, walls, floors and dishes, well I was asleep.
Our adventure that day may very well have killed the world. How great of a "sort of dad" am I?
I sat in front of a Tim Horten's half dead after waking up with "random brain hole injury" for several months, I to this day have no idea how these injuries I have incurred got there or what they are intended to do, and in that time so much "GuatopoAssMouthProjectionBeamCannon" was going on that there was absolutely no point attempting to further involve those who clearly already were completely involved. In the time frame of "BrainHoles" to "TreasonFuckPileMart", I had my freshly aerated face smashed on the ground by "ChickenNugget", a weird chemical sparsely sprayed all over my campsite, which almost melted various of my extremities off.
I had found a giant Dimond with a chip out of a button facet and two iodine marks on it that in rhetorical media gander turned out to be worth potentially 20.3 million dollars... go figure. I had, at the time, sat there in great debate on the premise of finding a giant diamond potentially worth any substantial amount of money and the endless shit it would likely be. I had already accumulated that which adds up to a "SmallBag" of "PotentiallyDiamonds" that I had taken to the peoples diamond store in "CFFuckPileCenter", where I was told that they were probably not real and that they would have to send "SmallBag" of "PotentiallyDiamonds" away to properly check their authenticity. so I decided at that time that unless I can be there well they are doing their thing, the c***dren's Christmas gift of a real "TreasureChest" was more important! I had already been colleting a lot of interesting trinkets and jewelry looking stuff with their tresure chest in mind.
To have gone from studying and hide and seek with my wonderful babies at a library to four years of "treason fuck pile" and "subsidiary assmouth fagots" has dissolved my patients and respect for this "piece of shit country" into a festering blood puddle of "pure vengeance", and to come to understand that an endless ass mouth and its inability to understand, interpret or apply the English language is the cause of all the hell of the past four years of my life has left me down... unhappy.
~~d1 prts~~
I sat for months with "brainholes", broken shoulders, and the worst "sort of family" problems imaginable under the impression that i could,in one day; figure out if "smallbag" of "potentially diamonds" was worth any money, get advice and or funding to start a business, "marry a maybe mommy" and save "the wonderful babies" from imposing "tyranting" all in one valent "swloosh".
Before "crazy ass chemicals trying to melt my limbs off happened", and "endless conspiracy and back stabby treason" from my supposed friends, family and community while still trying to track down my missing c***dren which all the prelisted parties are seemingly involved in or are other wise being leveraged into whutever "it is". Nothing about the salutation of my life has improved one bit. my quest to save my c***dren has become an all out war between my self and endless treason fuck piles. It has become a global issue, a question without answers and no honest person to inquire too and myself, having been there and involved the entire time, being ignored and tormented for merely trying to offer assistance to those i am obligated to do so for, and the other i valiantly wanted to keep out of treason fuk piles reach.
I spent the past two years creating a favorite folder called "wonderful internet ladys" (as to avoided the psychological weight that all this shit mouth terminology smothers the self image of these wonderful women in <3's) are my recovery therapy, a direct attempt on my own part to keep my mind in a manageable loving place despite the constant and persistent treason my entire life is slowly fuck piling into. There are people trying to corrupt it with stupid crazy nonsense, yet another in a 4 year long endless shit festering out of this fuck piles mouths. Until now, i haven't really been able to sit and write about it, everything comes out rage rage rage, but i need to write to reduce stress and sort through the "what the fuck" of my life- maybe is all a traitor trap, "Dear God".
I say to myself, "i sort of clicked on stuff to meet a girlfriend", a very none present variable of my life for 16 years and a void of my life that my street babies rendered obsolete with "more importance" and shining wonderfulness. I in a very big way do not have the social skills to approach the subject, which in my mind is not of a lack of confidence but more so an unwillingness to involve people in what i consider to be a "harms way".
The wonderful women's, became a lullaby of feminine softness to my fractured missing baby head by simply being a positive and beautiful symphony of delightful stimulus. I <3 you(s) for being a wonderful and stimulating distraction. i appreciate the honest expression and call for love, its the spiritual food i have sought my whole life to find and could make a really great filter for some kind of website somewhere.
The internet is a stupid script k**dy shit tier faggot and there for thinking about it more "securely" is really fundamentally important to their safe and effective operation and application as a tool of employment and financial activity. the very subject is extremely diverse spanning generations, methodologies, languages, cultures and technologies.
You are Beautiful, Be Safe! <3
notes:
-gustoso d**gs
-address traitor going to my lists on internet
-address stolen computers, accounts and passwords
-internet safety
-gustoso ass net
-the crazy's
-dopple ganger fagots
-more compliments and <3's
-meet maby mama
-d**gs/poisons/toxins/venoms/chemicals
-blindy light and nosie machine k**napper fuck pile
https://www.pdfdrive.com/writing-books.html
2 years ago