THE 1st December ain over yet!!!!!!
Yo! man I got a tale to tell, I bet my arteries are workin overtime and my mind is on some monaco race track type shit. tis a new era type writing only the wise will decipher fcuk your literature professor, read between every second line your illeterates and your may grasp the ma**age from this self taught literature gawd. people like me comes once every light year....let me re-retrace my tracks I got a tale to tell...I am but me callls me myself with words within my head. I keep the thoughts of a child and sometimes they force the rebel within me to rear the ugly head and vent and at times regrets are inevitable but fcuk it. Since I was a child I never followed norms and don't think I will. Pops is in his 20's him and moms are on and off and sometimes switch up and down I call 'em windscreen wipers. I was once twitching in m pop's pants and pops saw mama and that's how I got to BE. lately I regret haveing to BE because moms and pops are looking at each other sideways. The devil is whispering sweet nothings in my pop's ears about my moms philandering ways and the fact he also whispers sweet nothings into my mom's ears aint helping either. Thabo tells me that my folks' tale is similar to his except that his father decided to have "theotherwoman" to counte-attack his mom's philandering. The "otherwoman" in Thabo's father is my mother. We're a small community and my father decides it's better he he has "anotherwoman" on the other side of town. my father's "otherwoman" get sick and so do other people from other twnships to other cities, provinces, contries and the wheel keep turning...will it stop I guess not
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"Let them toxins in this liquor, squeeze the life outta this poor liver of mine " AA
