In the past couple weeks I've been thinking about the mess I've created for myself. Monsters if you will. Take bitch treachery...she is a wild monster roaming the countryside terrifiying all who cross her path. But where does she come from. The answer is simple. Me. In the past seven years I have fed the feral beast a steady diet of compassion, generosity, enabling behavior, and most of all passive gestures. The result is only rivaled by loch ness or chupacabra. A frothy mouthed, cold hearted, indifferent bitch. Unfortunately, Dr Steezenstein is going to have to turn this abomination loose on the likes of you who read these words. Bottom line this aint no movie and I can't let my creation kill me. So my advice to yall is avert your eyes, and strap up....the bitch has been known to change forms. Godspeed
But in thinking about that, I discovered I have created another monster...or rather a mutant. The name? Steez. That is right familym while none of this shit has broken me, it has consumed me to the point that I am on a road of self destruction. Now, I'm not a weak nigga by any stretch of the imagination. But to pretend that I can come out of such a tumultuous situation unscathed is unrealistic and foolish. I have devolved to the point where I am not only an emotional burden to those that love me most....to be succinct...steez is quite the asshole nowadays. After being emotionally raped I allowed myself to give into a lot of savage instincts.
Those of you that know me well know that I am a writer. Poetry. Rhymes. Stories. The only thing I've had trouble scripting is this thing called life. But I think this plot twist has gone on long enough. Time to wrap it up. Start on the sequal. Feel me?
I'm out
Oh...special shout out to my new readers...my cousin Mike and my high school homie Brandice. I appreciate the support
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