THIMK
There is a place inside of me that churns like butter in a washer drier making hard melted butter in the night.
Eye almost wanted to go somewhere and pick a fight there was a ogre a downright loathsome fellow at the bus stop he was half lame both foot and hand he limped and held his wing up he could not have made a fist up with his lame and he LOOKED them daggers into me and he DRIPPED some words from underneathe his lipp he told me WE (as in some gang) are cutting people up? Eye laughed at him and stepped a little toward him into the street and looked them daggers right back into him and very carefully eye told him DO NOT COME NEAR ME or even BACK NEAR this bus stop you are some sort of a human disgrace quite likely a gang member and a criminal animal eating hate?
He got stiffed on his beer at the Circle K the PARTNERS in his crime drank his portion that day and he went walking up to Wal-Mart to beg? He is a liar as well as a flag flying fag. He gave me back some of my hate its still in me today.
Kudos mister Gay for a JOB well done if meant to hurt me the hurt was done if meant to stay and finish the job you won the hate in me is eating my fun.
