Bored, Tired, Dissapointed and didnt ask to use the computer becaause…

Some one is sleeping?!@@@

Sorry I was bored, shrug

till either the Peace,

Seedless

I was just joking when I said your computer was fucking up, but you do have alot of spware shit that sseems to have taken root, to an untrained eye but I dont know what the fuck I am talking about, and whats being prescribed some mystery medicine, that you dont want to even tell some one that has been trying to help. Its like heavan forbid that someone thought about some..err…thing about a medicine you take. Sterotypical little girl that is emotionally scar’d yet she hides unknowing behind the atmosphere that in the heavy fog she thinks she might be something other that a small bizness owner, and a working mother with a child in school. At one time 15 yrs ago I thought this person was real, but something happened. In a translation period of 7-10 yrs of not seeing or allowing this chemelion like object, see thru a sluts red lace underwear & bra shit. Jimmy was in the forrest some random night in the past days gone by on the wings of a spotted owl, as it lazily opens one eye and spies naivity, actually beliefs its beliefs. Dillluted down into an evaporation of a backbone and spotted with lies that abound like 3rd graders on spring shoes playing in the rain gutter with their yellow or now I am sure commercialized rainparka. In the evening I undo my belt, split open and melt, split open and melt. Yawn I just woke up even thoogh I had a dream that someone lurked above in the ceilings oh shit there are eyes, Howfunny it is to see a person that fucking demented that who ever they are talking to is nothing like years old dope cooking spoons u still have stashed.

How can one live with self when they are just a fucking professional liar or manipulator, such negativity combined with the fact they think Jimmy is clueless to their antics.

FUME [version 2]
bust a move with what you can
dead phone machine piled on the table
dissapointment is a feather in your cap
you want the truth
not when it’s unplanned

there’s no map
that could tell you where you are
you’re in between things
that only go halfway
you want the best
you want contests
where everybody loses on purpose by mistake

Artificial personalities programed by mid grade fashion magazines for a thrill kick on spin the wheel ‘Whats my Habit or Disorder that holds mental impurities than infiltrate your unfucking believable mind, you think people would even remotely believe you. Fiction Factor you think it cant be but again and again you are proven the creepy crawlers the floor above are talking shit as usual, pretending it doesnt happen and brings me to a loss of words.

Zip Beams and WiFi would love to hear the truth out of your lips once, but what speak you tend to be. Man I dont know where to begin so the tale will never start. For gosh sake tell the truth its not hard.

Peace,
Seedless