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@urbanfolktales
encouraging the incorrigible since 1977. http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com
to whomst it may concern, my love language is roti. and the premise under which i proceed through this life is: ganja+guinness + roti+totie. please be guided accordingly.
this cheesepaste have me making calls to track down the source all now...
i's make a lovely cheesepaste, eh but yuhsee the cheesepaste i eat by robert las' night when we gather for pinheiro... allyuh. the cheesepaste immaculate. the cheesepaste deserve a nobel peace prize for the feeling it generate in my dark little heart. the cheesepaste make me wine
i's make a lovely cheesepaste, eh but yuhsee the cheesepaste i eat by robert las' night when we gather for pinheiro... allyuh. the cheesepaste immaculate. the cheesepaste deserve a nobel peace prize for the feeling it generate in my dark little heart. the cheesepaste make me wine
oh fack i was wrong snake in the bedroom now!
sooo...it seem he vacate, but now is the ptsd...i cyah sit here thinking+storying+typing because my peripheral vision keep imagining snake movements every blasted second...how i go live now, dread?
sooo...it seem he vacate, but now is the ptsd...i cyah sit here thinking+storying+typing because my peripheral vision keep imagining snake movements every blasted second...how i go live now, dread?
currently sitting on edge of bed, all scriptwriting attempts freeze, eyes glued to the back of the bathroom door like the snake i trap in there going+turn this doorknob and come for me... allyuh, he bigger than the bucket i try+trap with so he escape that and...is he bathroom now
and now chuck mangione...walk good...
malcolm jamal warner and the facking prince of facking darkness in a weird end-of-an-era pas de deux in my head... [and yes, tha's ozzy title forever since he say it when he encounter the bubble machine, and i will never forget and disrespect that title]
malcolm jamal warner and the facking prince of facking darkness in a weird end-of-an-era pas de deux in my head... [and yes, tha's ozzy title forever since he say it when he encounter the bubble machine, and i will never forget and disrespect that title]
the fruits of mango+zaboca season truly divine. i think i about to get serious about tree worship. the source deserve dance+poetry.
snake vanish in teeny corridor between bathroom+bedroom! i ketch he tail curl up behind plasticbagged jouvay tings, so i stand in corridor between he+bedroom and without looking away, grab bucket+broom+move tings to raff he, but snake was gone! me eh see where; is he house now...
oh fack i was wrong snake in the bedroom now!
currently sitting on edge of bed, all scriptwriting attempts freeze, eyes glued to the back of the bathroom door like the snake i trap in there going+turn this doorknob and come for me... allyuh, he bigger than the bucket i try+trap with so he escape that and...is he bathroom now
home after 8.30pm to find the mother not here; no note, no whatsapp, no nutting. i whatsapp she and the cross eh even check phone. she now stroll in, casual, like is not after 10pm and she eh get permission to go nowhere... right now i tryna overstand who xackly she feel she is?!
