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I love you I care for you Wanting to tend toward all your discomforts Whatever you do... Please, Get better baby - It's 12:51 A.M. I woke up to the serenading serenity of sweet serendipitous sounds. Bound together by the one and only, Jun Seba himself. To my surprise, I see my baby has tried to contact me by text, call, and snap. She's sick. My luv is sic, Oh why my "because" has been nicked by this bug at nite, hence I will do my very best to see that she is well. Ooh curse the spelle that has forsaken my belle under this strain of mind from whence she fell. For her stomach is ill and all I can do is chill in my silent town until on her side of town she feels... Swell But how to deal with this stillness, I ponder to reveal this, I wonder for the cure of such ailment. I'm wellbent not hellbent on her just until this disarray in her stomach has been resolved. How are you feeling now? I ask through this fog of distance. She replies, "tired" and after reading another buzz is received and I see "depleted". I ask, Have you eaten yet? Another buzz... And then "yeah". And you still feel uneasy? Can you fall asleep? Yet she leaves me with nothing but my thoughts. I'm in love and she's sick She's my love and I'm sick But then she says that she just feels weird And she's laying down now Would you like me to text you later? I wouldn't want to disturb you. 😞 I'm here babe, just to wait on your call and to do all that I can to serve you. Just want to give you my infinite sang friod and unafraid to be sincerely sympa Cause all I can give is my earnest as the most effective deterrent to disburden your symptoms Or much like the can-can you'll kick this ailment into the annoying abyss from whence it came. Be gone you deathly flame, lacking iridescence but here to mess with my love and deal her pain. Side eyed is how I glare at you with abhorrence and disdain, for you shall be slain. For you shall be slain. Grr... And a Hsss... And then another Grr... Again. Yabish She says her left eyes got a drip, tearing leak has suddenly sprang 2:34 AM, you may just have a sinus infection babe Recurrence has been noted but aside from all of the jibber jabber I have a message If you wake up later feeling stuffy, that'll be a good indicator. But I'm going to stop texting you and I really want you to try and get some sleep. It's the best natural remedy to bitch ass illnesses. Drink lots of fluids and I wish you the best. Kisses, warm hugs, neck licks and ear lobe tugs. Goodnight, my love. ... And then I Woke Up with a Stuffy Nose Finished 2:47 A.M., Sunday, November 15, 2015 

She asked me how I was and I was doing well Looked me into my eyes and told me to keep my smile I thought about her presence on the station bench Watching the light flicker, thinking what to make of it She offered me a bottle with a Kirkland sig I graciously accepted for the thirst was real Although I had a liter of my own, these eight fluid ounces could transform from water into gold She asked me for my name when Peace left the train Then said that she was Unity  after my name Wished me the best of luck and then departed Reflecting on the messages spoken to me today Sunday October 24, 2015

So now that the bridge has been crossed let's take a moment to look at my journey down the avenue of abstinence. I was first introduced to what I now know so well, when I was 12, but seven years before is where I'll start. On my way to kindergarten heart  filled with joy, innocence brimming from my smile and with every step, I would skip the cracks to never snap my mother's spine, because for I loved her dearly, plus my brother's walking with me. Down Decatur Blvd to make a right on Vegas drive, escaping dry heat in the middle of the weekday mornings, We'd walk on by the gas station and as I was spacing my steps, I noticed someone had left some cards or something. Reaching down to pick them up off of the ground, I found an image of a blonde lady so scantily clad And other cards had similar depictions but different descriptions on how to call or contact, this woman.

... To Be Continued

I feel like I was born as the worst type of human being Joy is a foreign language that everyone's speaking While my indifference allows me to avoid The sadness, there is a void that inhibits me from seeing When will I be?

October 1, 2015

Even with the fan blowing upon my face the pace at which the tears had raced were quick enough to make it out. Breaking out my soul and showing how the music moves me, proving my previous ode to y'all is truly sincere. September 10, 2015 Listening to Turbulence by IAMNOBODI

Several times, several rides to this train station Severing time, severing lines while I'm waitin Smell is not amazing, half if that It ain't a fish but if it was I would cast it back It's no surprise that when you take pubuhlic transit The experience demands patience and somewhat of an open mind I tend to find mine while I define all the happenings In an effort to capturing present tenses in rhyme form Not to mention I'm quite bored Cause if i wasn't I wouldn't  have the ambition to swype more That was a lie I would write for ever even in bad scenes in spite of a cracked screen nothing would prevent me I mean, if I was Tom and was casted away Upon an island I would smile still and camp in a bay Upon rising I would find a walking stick And use it to compliment the Almighty's creation instead of distracting planes Passer bys would enjoy a poem about the days When I use to catch frogs and golf balls behind the lake Or how I lost my gray tooth, ( yes I had a gray tooth) Until a baseball hit it and fixed the sichooay Crum diddly um now I'm on the hound grey And I found an outlet so I can let out These random thoughts my brain'll fart and then crop dust you citizens till eventually obliterating all the folks in Pompeii (Hot Shit)

Well to me it's been clicking like baseball cards strapped to bicycle spokes and kids are flying down the culdesac no handle bars Clicking like the brakes went out and if they had handle bars then they're spacing out and using it to brace the fall It's been cliquin like set trippers who real down but not so much to start a gang quite yet, but when you ask about em know they claiming and what not finger bangin throwing up sets It's been clicking like military slang for distance. The same distance between us is 7 clicks just perfect enough to drive me insane. Wielding the steel like blacksmiths bout to go off and pull the trigger but all I get is nothing but click click clicking. I just feel like we click so well. More well than oh wells of optimism and complacency mixed inside an actual well. Pulling up the pail and seeing if the water is fair enough to drink... Seems like it so I take a sip as well. Maybe a gulp and yell because the flavor gets mo better with each sip that all I can say is... Well. Like a pleasant surprise my emotions are stronger than tides surfacing the seas like... If you were watching you'd had seen the whale. Oh well, more wells than bank account fraud to say the littlest. More wells than my cousins name in country twang and they need help. Will!! You're like a pleasant surprise, well oh well what do we have here? Oh yeah my girl.

July 19, 2015