What Wet Womb? Wounds. What gives? What Sand dune? What Raw Dude? Sink. What school? Echo. What school? Death. One School. My Wallet. Over my head. Pink. Brain. Raw on the Inside. Mischief. What Sand dune? What Raw Dude? Sink. What school? Echo. What school? Death. One School. My Wallet. Blood Scout. Grief. Solo Prisoner. When The Price is One. My Money. Crystal. When do I get a car? What Kills? My Son is Gay. My Earth. Zebra. Cunts. Dougie Wallet. Fry on Sundays.
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Sunday, February 1, 2026
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