Now they’re saying you’ll
Never give head again
Now they’re saying you’ll
Never give head again
And voices say now you have him
Is this over yet?
After being playful apparently, the voices say your father raped someone and was deported and in order to get tickets to fly out of he country you had to prostitute yourself, namely your mouth
Edit:
Had you given me fellatio in NY, you’d have rather been dead in Argentina
Voices say everyone in Norway and Sweden is reading this blog and laughing their asses off
They also say you owe Zoya for being assaulted in your place if you can owe anyone for something like that…
Voices say you have chlamydia in your mouth
I’m not asking for a fucking blowjob
I’m not asking for fucking sex
All I want is a fucking dialogue to clear my goddamn head and if giving me fucking psychosis is the only want to do it then fucking stop because I don’t want it!
Because I show caring and understanding they try to do something fucking worse?!
All the men in Norway might as well just murder all the fuck in fucking women then!
thats the only way to make sure no one can love them! They would be dead!
I think the voices are just trying to paint you as such a “broken” woman that can never be loved by anyone but I feel the way I feel
My heart in my head and my head in my heart man, there’s no changing this, it is what it is
Your dad in the trench coat
Bent down for fellatio
He was not erect
Chloroform
Tried to save the child but it was already too late
Apparently everyone wants it with you because you tell them “I just had sex”
And I assume they get curious about your sexual ability and then they say you’re “playful” after, whatever that means (I think I know what it means)
Anyway.
Voices say that’s where you’re going, have a nice life.
Edit:
Apparently, living in “Argentina” means being “raped” every night until you “get over it” ???
What the actual fuck
Aaron’s Father, Pastor Bruce Wall, was trying to get all the girls in Aaron Handsomes “cult” or “Nakama” (for some reason the voices are using this word like we’re in One Piece) and try to hook them up with people on Facebook using my name with no profile picture. Presumably, other young men.
Apparently, on that one night after the Frat party when I blacked out, the guys that brought me home not only stole my hoodie and my cellphone but they also say you told them you’d leave me on the sidewalk to die while you went and found someone else to fuck if you were there with me.
Voices in my head are telling me I’ve been a stand in, a “fall guy” for not one but two people
Aaron Bruce Wall Junior and another Michael Suliman Fonseca
They’re saying because I was blogging on Xanga as “Authentic_Black_Dragon” that they would read and print my blog out and represent themselves as my profile picture talking over what I can only assume was a Two Way Radio, a CB Radio while manipulating troposconic (troposonic?) conditions and communicating outside of the countries borders, to other countries, essentially.
Anyway, one thing they brought up about my ex, who, according to them, is not herself and doesn’t even identify as her name, is that she would’ve tried to kill me in my sleep and I’m lucky to have escaped that scenario and not have been murdered.
Anyway.
You would’ve tried to slice my throat in my sleep, the voices say
And I’m supposedly, lucky to be alive
Eaten out on the MBTA
that’s the opposite
someone turned all the way up
pride parade when you were here
voices are in the air conditioning
blah blah blah blah blah
I’ve been walking past you, its all you can do
you want me to just reach out and grab you
that’s the idea
I just want someone to be direct with me
She wouldn’t be who she is
you wouldn’t be who you are
does it even matter?
did that other person, man woman or child get help?
commit suicide?
all this things and more
spare ribs
tooth paste
the list goes on
New York