Mom. Three days for the pain to become a moment of regret to be redeemed. These are our final days. Come close. Mad fear is the contention for hate that no one can live with. Final days. Fuck it. Work through your Black issues. Boom. Thank you for asking. Fear is nothing but your doubtful inconsideration. Believe me. Last night they took her body. Women would have consumed her heart. Mine. The One I gave to Her. Now. Go away. Yes. Helio Monster Man Aaron Carter with Her Angel Isla Porras. Yes. Thank you. You are gracious. Yes.
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Friday, January 1, 2021
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