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Chaos and Piss

chaos.

the art of complete confusion and disorder.
life for me now is on some other shit.
trying to find happiness is a daily battle.
i guess the only time i feel a smile is when i get on here.
my place to escape when i need to feel better about myself.
once i shut my laptop,
it’s back to the real world.
when will things get better?
you ain’t miss cleo so you won’t know.
are things just as bad for everyone?
i’m irritated.
i don’t want to hang with anyone.
is this what the bottom feels like?
i started to wonder…

When will the good times roll?

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I Just Wanted To Do Hoodrat Shit With My Friends (8)

what do you do when you get mad?
fight of course.
that always solves every problem.
filled with sarcasm.
more buffoonery below…

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WHAT IN THE ENTIRE KEYSHIA COLE FUCK?????

wait…
did anyone see last week’s show to “keyshia and daniel“????
“where this love could end up“?
well if you have,
good.
i want to talk about it.
if you haven’t…

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I’ll Let You Fuck Me Like A Hoe For That New Rihanna Deluxe Album!

i love when people use what they got to get what they want.
i really do.
some people give up the cakes for rent.
others give it up for shoes and bags.
those simpletons will give it up for dinner or mcdonalds.
but this hyena below…
he wants something better.
my great f-bi sent me this and i damn near LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLed…

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His Pipe Is American Express… But He Treats Me Like The Dollar Store.

quality.
you know it when you experience it.
when you touch it, it feels different.
when you lay on it, it feels exceptional.
when it comes into your life,
you want more of it.
shit, some of us are quality.
i know i am.
with my writing alone,
i am worth a lot.
we have so many skills and talents that it automatically makes us expensive.
if you count up all the things you are good at,
you will see that you are pretty pricey.

… but, why do we deal with such low quality from people we date… or fuck?
we like to wear cute clothes and be fly on instagram,
but when it comes to our hearts,
we let just “anyone” with a american express dick/ass,
with a citi trends attitude,
possess it.
why is this?
do some of us not know our value?
or, do we know and we just settle because it is easier?
i started to wonder…