Hey guys, how's it going? Good, I hope. It's March Eighth in central Ohio... And I ''' ---... Fuckin'''---'''... Fuckin... Whatever... Anyway... For those of you who are remaining... I, ie eu... Fuckin... ie, anyway... I fuckin... Said I was done. I am. So your smart ass is probably wondering where/what/who/when I'm going to be doing next. And I know some of you may think I have some smart ass plan or other/what not/ this/that... And I tell you... Fuckin... In tenth grade, when I was playing football for licking heights, we had a game in Johnstown... And the team had that whole... "BLACK-WHITE REMEMBER THE TITANS" gig goin for it, but it was really just dudes tryin to play ball... Fuckin... Anyway... Fuckin... This dude, his last name was Denig... And he was just kind of looking at us like we were in a rampage... And this big linebacker, he just starts herding everybody back to the sideline, cause that shit looked like jaba the hut spilling onto the field... And he was just telling everybody to Police themselves... And that's always stuck with me, to police myself. So I have been. Ever since, and I'm winning, so what's the problem? So anyway... I just kind of have been, ever since then. From smoking weed to shoplifting, I've always just kind of just kept myself behind the limit... And it's worked, kinda... Anyway. So, you're probably just kind of like sitting here pissing at me thinking like, fuckin... What the fuck does this want my attention for to tell me? And I'm just kind of expanding, and explaining on my thread I wrote yesterday about being done. Fuckin, nothing works. Milena is unconforming... That bitch got to go, I don't have time for that shit, she has to reform (prison).
I've gave her plenty of chances. And I gave and she took. Freaking, I don't have time for this shit man. It's time to grow up. This is a 49 year old woman with the mind of an 8 year old, and like, I'm kicking it, like, chilling. I'm telling her, you know... Like, look... There's certain lines I don't cross, because I don't want to go to prison, and I don't really like the psyche ward (Even though I'll visit, I'd much rather the entropy be in my own home). Fuckin, I was just telling her, like... "I'm not just going to airbnb up in the psyche ward for you so you can tot with your daughter.". Fuckin, I'm a grown ass man, WITH ALL OF MY TEETH, fuckin, and I'm like... You're going to have to sell that shit to the saudis because I don't do that dog shit weed, fuckin... I was selling weed back in 2012 and none of it ever tasted as shitty as the dope niggas was handing me when I got out of prison. And this abuse has just been mounting for years, it's crazy. I met her at the private ward, and fuckin, she fuckin, had done got me fucked up... And fuckin, I'm like... "Hey you know this behavior is unacceptable for me to inherit, right?" Cause those dudes in there be shaggin niggas all time... And, I'm like... "Hey, you know... This might be how ya'll do it up in the city, but where I come from, we give each other a little bit of respect.". It's like she wants to play russian roulette with our freedom everyday, putting it on the line for some stolen ass langiape to honor the dude she calls her ex-husband. Like, I'm literally showing her some dope shit everyday and getting her engaged in real life stimulation that isn't a math problem... And she just flushes it all away. Literally. Fuckin...
I burn a house down, torture animals, and take a college chemistry (in college)(oh wait, I also took a fuckin 172 bios course) and this hoe is fuckin sitting in my kitchen and burning food, fuckin... Leaving shit out to rot (She literally had maggots in my house at a point). Fuckin, this woman has to depart my company, only except I think I need a hand to get away, because this woman has got me mad.
All the time, I let her smoke weed, all this shit... Fuckin no gratitude. And it's a pyramid scheme with everything with her. Like... Can't you just sit out in the sun and soak up some rays? Everything's a fuckin looney tune episode with her. I'm done. I'm so done. She needs to be reformed for about 18 months, this is madness. She's not really respecting the fact, that... We need to take care of each other. And it's like open heart surgery trying to keep her copastetic. It's not alright, that I have to burn up my car to buy food that I already bought 3 days earlier. It's not ok that I have to binge benadryl pills to keep my body breathing everytime I smoke a little bit of dope. Alrought? No, I do not want to speak Macedonian to you. No, I do not want to have anything to do with your ex-husband who brought a whole other woman over here to start a life with you with. Alrought? Fuckin... No, I do not want to give up my dope stash to your bratty ass daughter, so she can sell it and get her nails done. This is real life Milena...
And fuckin... The thing that gets me most, is she got on my computer one day and sent an email to my Mom. Fuckin crazy. But there's a lot more issues here. And these psyche wards... Idk what the fuck their agenda is, but I literally saw no progress. I beared my soul and waited for this woman and went out of my way, and it's still a fuckin zoo. And her ex-husband is fixing this house up on the WHOLE other side of town, and it was cringe to begin with... And I'm like telling her, like... "Chill, just post up at my house, and we'll grip game when it gets warmer." No, she doesn't want to do that, she wants to frack the car up and play run around suzy
AND I KNOW, I know she's fried, because her Mom... Fuckin, I ei eu eur... Fuckin, I drove over to her house to pick her up and I was like... "Hello, aye, ahh, yes... I will take you to the food pantry." (Her Mom). Fuckin, and I'm just like, alrought, just f--n saddle up, ye know? Fuckin... Come on let's get food so you can eat. Fuckin. Her Mom's in the car, and, fuckin... We get moving... And fuckin... I'm like... "Hey, do you have your ID?" Fuckin, this bitch starts tripping, fuckin, I drive (300 feet) back to the house for her to go in and get her ID, Fuckin... And fuckin, I post up in the driveway, and I'm like... "Go get your ID"... This bitch trips out and takes my phone and keys and waddles in the house... And I'm like wtf, and I have to go up there and police this woman before I get my bank roll shimmed away LOL... Fuckin, I hold the door open, and I'm like give me my shit turd... Fuckin, she's crying, about to get me rodney kinged for some guap toys... Fuckin, and I'm like wtf... Fuckin, so God tells her granddaughter (Milena's daughter) to go police her and fuckin, I'm like wtf....
Do you see where I'm going with this. Some hotdog neck is going to rag his johnnys free one day if I stick around here... Fuckin and like that's not what I want, knowhimsayn? So fuckin... I know you get what I'm saying, when I tell you niggas, like... Look, it's not about the ap weight gain (even though I do not appreciate it.). I wish Milena wasn't as wrought, but she is. Please... Help me. I gotta get help, I gotta get some Mercy, I'm desperate. It's not meant to be but it's co-dependency. And I want to be free. And here's why I'm telling you to huddle up. Fuckin... I gotta go, I defer prison. Even though it's not fiercely relatively relevant... I gotta find a way to contribute in my own way. Ya'll got this woman married to drugs every 3 weeks and not even factoring me in like I'm a variable. Fuckin', ya'll are mad... I'm a free man and this is not ok anyway you try to put it. I did my time, this is a transitional/rebuilding phase for me, I'm not a nullo... This is madness. The Judge is incompetent frumping at this rate, and he knows it. I know he looked at my college grades, I was told. This isn't a conflict of justice at this point, this is a conflict of interest... "Who has the bigger bank account" This is five dollar bill ass shit. Fuckin I got to go, I need some money, I gotta go, Joe (Biden) is going to have to give me a conditional-exile man, this dude would best be giving me a check... My history dies everyday, my google cache is getting dumber everyday.. I'm gone... Give me a check, I'm getting a big boat and getting the fuck out of here. The food tastes like plastic play-doh. My sister-in-law is shaking in a club, or atleast was. I gotta go, you all are killing me. Everybody man, I'm leaving. I'll take my Mom with me and that's it, I'm gone, I have to live. I'm not a damn piece of technology. This foundationless society is yours to inheret. "My people" are all gon
Do I have a Mission?
Yea, I'll probably try to do some wildlife conversation stuff.
Fona? Jigaboo jones? Scron? You all are shitty people man. You got the salt of the country sold out for some shitty ass bed sheets. This is, was a good place. Now you got all these shitty isms, clickbait youtube videos and honeypot enforcement agencies breaking this country into big scrapyard. All of you suck.
I'm not trying to be directly critical, I'm just saying, you all make me feel like a fuckin plastic bag clogging up a septic plant, man. All of ya'll. You guys need some foundation dude. And even foundation, is not free.
I don't want to hurt you guys, but I don't want you to hurt me. And if I have to I will take a life to defend mine. Prison or no prison. This shit don't make no sense anymore..
This isn't a nigga asking for his forty acres and a mule, has nothing to do with that. I'm looking for a severence check... Because, this is ass man. I'm going to a doctors appointment... I'd rather just smoke dope. Fuckin, apple, google, windows... None of you guys stuck true to the game man.. I gotta go, you all are killing me... It's three thirty-six right now (am) I gotta go to bed for now. I'll read this shit tomorrow. Don't be a shitty person, it's not hard.
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