That time I thought I saw you walk by me in Pho Hoa, while I was eating with a friend so many years ago.
Voices are saying if you were in New York you would’ve had a pimp. That was the black guy following you with the woman trying to hold him back.
You and some other woman that I can only assume was “your aunt.”
Edit: Voices are now saying you had sex with him. Or all parties involved.
This is so fucking annoying.
Edit: and if I walked out of the restaurant you’d have become “invisible”
https://architizer.com/blog/inspiration/collections/phaidon-transparent-houses-1/
I think I’m going back and using images I already uploaded. Lord help me…
Then just make someone else your inspiration, goddamn
Voices say you’ve been here this whole time, just “waiting for me to pick up on it” or whatever.
Do you have any idea how incredibly fucking stupid that makes you?
You could call me.
E-mail me.
Find me on Facebook, instagram, WhatsApp, twitter, Pinterest for god’s sake!
You have my home address (maybe)
but you want me to “fell it out” and hunt you down like you’re some animal waiting to be tamed.
Get fucking bent.
get fucked, in a bad way.
You have all these avenues to reach out to me and you do some stupid ass shit like this!?
I’m not even trying to find you to fuck so you can give a baby up for adoption in fucking Norway I just want to clear my goddamn head out of all this nonsense.
If what these voices are saying is true, I honestly hope I never see you again.
I just want to be done with this whole mess.
Here’s that internet couple I was talking about in earlier blogs:
Voices say you would’ve cheated on me with everyone I know by having sex with me while being “turned all the way up” so you could “think about them” in a sense, but it just reminds me of this Key and Peele Skit
Voices in my head keep saying you wish I would’ve remained “peaceful.”
Buddhism is not always about peace.
Here is an example: The Wrathful Deities
Voices are now saying you can’t leave Norway. Like you’re on a no fly list or some shit.
You could probably take a cruise but why can’t this just be over?
I really, really don’t want to force the issue with a new woman. I can see it now, just pent up trying not to talk to myself right next to her and she asks me “what’s wrong” and saying “nothing” is bad but what’s worse is saying “oh yeah I’m just thinking of this girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, a girl I was so madly in love with I lost my sanity over.”
That’s definitely not better.
That’s why you can fuck your “father”
That’s why he can get erect when you pretend to suck his dick on a spare rib in a hostel
Edit: Yes, the voices said this, and if it’s true, it would make Howard’s “Black Metal” tame. It takes away the taboo of incest. It disrupts the political relationship of an adopted child certainly however, “incest”/step-sister, Brother, mother, father porn is all the rage currently.
Voices say if you wanted to commit suicide you’d have done it in my bed.
Something about being arrested for prostitution.
I’m getting ready for work.
Edit: I really don’t understand what Facebook has to do with this but I think it’s fucking stupid.
Edit: It’s always “someone else”
It’s always “the opposite”
I don’t fucking care
I just don’t want to think about
I don’t want to think about you
Just get out of my fucking head
You just respect me.
While the voices in my head tell me more and more about how incestuous your and yours can be.
I’m just the inspiration.
Just respect.
There’s not love left for me from your side of the court.
If we’re done, tell them to stop bringing you up.
You were supposed to be with Aaron/Annie Wall, you would’ve committed suicide in his bed.
After his sex change, his sister Oare Wall got a sex change.
Voices keep telling me these things, that they want to be together instead of him pretending to be me, and saying he wants to be with you more.
He supposed to have moved to Atlanta.
its one of the reason why you don’t want to be in Dorchester.
Something about rap and hip hop, Benzino, Mike Fonseca.
I wouldn’t want to be with you/whomever you are now, and even if I didn’t warn you that I was going to Norway, voices tell me you’d still have called a police officer.
Edit: Even former President Barack Obama is in my head playing “Everything I say is the opposite.”
Blowjob after blowjob then anger and what comes next?
No idea.
Can’t get a divorce cause you made a bet.
I guess that’s your bed to lie in then.
The voices play foul tricks on me.
I’m trying to force back the warm and fuzzy feelings I get when I remember you, when I remember us.
It’s just a pain after pain after pain.
All I want is to move forward, and now, I’m being pulled again
constantly
in your direction.
Id write more but I’m at work. maybe later.
If you were talking to me you’d have a better idea about the content of my character, you sound as if you went and assumed the worst of me and now you’re starting to pay for it, Steinar
I’ve tried to make peace with the idea that you were promiscuous all through Latin America and beyond.
Voices say you did, then didn’t.
It was you, then it’s someone else.
I’m not going to bother making heads or tails of it, you’re not even talking to me.
I want the answers I’m looking for straight froM the horses mouth, not hallucinations, and if I can’t get that, I don’t want anything.
Edit: stop being a voice in my head and just show me the heroes, please
Everyday, turned all the way up.
You could just not? Right?
Edit: I get it, I’m only one man. I’m not going to “magically heal you” with Black Dick and good vibes.
Edit: Steinar would’ve raped our child
You’d never be back in Boston, you’d commit suicide
Something something dark side
Edit: Voices keep telling me that every night at the hostel in Boston you had sex with someone after I left. They said you “cheated on me” each night, but, we know the deal.
I’m also too emotionally exhausted to find anger or sadness to aim at these hallucinations.
At the last minute they say it was “someone else” right before I begin to type, but again, this is all the care I can seem to muster, a care great enough to want to get it out of my head, put it somewhere else, so I can go back to not thinking about anything at all.
