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Potatos, devil, sunshine, hELL MeRRRy, SA @ 7, schizophrenia, Mama 💕s kniVes and Married Smokey Tru Story


Potatos, devil, sunshine, hELL MeRRRy, fingered, Molested @ 7, schizophrenia, Mama 💕s kniVes and Married Smokey Typically I stay away from people but I love everybody because I know your type but I know what my type of love and loyalty I bring to the circle/I know my value and Jesus knows my 💜 but as soon as the energy becomes the enemies I reach internal/pull the Holy Spirit into a dimension beyond comprehension let it maneuver to my hands where the pen is, open my journal/write onsite what the heaven's speak and repeat it to the wicked evil beings unseen to your pupils/once you leave the Keanu Reeves dream, deceiving your instincts will end, no more believing heshe's on TV screens nor commercials/light and dark bleed controversial frequencies, ears ring, next scene, weird things, you'll see, frequently, repeatedly many varieties of fertile by turtles alien maternal Colonels, it's universal/be easy, you seen it, believe it, what's seen can't be unseen, no reversal/know your worth bro, and always know from a brother to another brother, different color, same mother, I sincerely do not have many, or if any, wishes but I do wish you win the battles you never tell anyone about/battles only Christ can handle, unravel the tsunami type cry, best described like a roaring sigh, amplified but only the wise hear the silence without a sound/they can carry storms to your chest, yet form a success upset sunset nonetheless the 🌎s drought is OUT, our grounds will now sprout/and WOW.... It didn't matter if I was 39, 25 or 10, none of my biological family, minus "friends" we're ever there when I needed them most, especially when my baby Mama checked out/between 8 and 6 is when dads girlfriends siblings sick kid Ricks fingertips slipped, pants ripped, chop sticks in limbs near ribs, OUCH!!!🤕!!!!/button zipped, unzipped, his lips and his unwhite chipped tips gripped my shrimp, eclipse quick, my dad nor eric did chit, told Mama and Mama flipped, she bought a potato, grabbed a toy stick, I was a young boy didn't know it was legit, grabbed some cables, I grabbed some Legos, she grabbed two plastic bags from Staples wrapped it where her hand is and off we went, I crashed out, woke up later, thanks to Mama's pager, what made it stranger, it was in my power rangers pouch/at a house, ceiling missing pipes sticking out, dirt ground throughout the house, /Mama throws a towel, mijo shower now and don't drink the water that is coming out/and please in and out/your rides on the way to take you back to Nana's house/Mama's gonna stay but it's okay, you'll be safe, they won't hurt now/I said Mama I promise I don't like boys, and what if he comes looking for me, you won't be there, I will be scared, she said mijo follow me so you can see that he can never hurt you, quick follow me now/I followed Mama to a barn or farm and what was inside was a man who didn't speak English, he's repeating prices very fast and older ladies who were pacing back and forth, I say why are we here for, I don't understand, I'm getting sad, I'm getting mad, I'm beginning to hear The Man aka ,. Smokey from Nosebleedz, smoking a stoggie, wearing a Rosery made out of 4 year olds toe tips and crows teeth, singing " heelllllllllllll merrryyyyyyyyyyyy, teeellll him the liiiiies of the Looooooooorrrrd, That's when the man said ."sold" he spoke to the ladies and we all then walked to the store for a coca-cola and they bought me a fruit roll up but it is not why we were there.... They locked up the store and set up tables, candles, dead animal's, sculptures and they all had hair and something else in there hands/that's when the sound of loud bass surrounded the room then Mama held my hand, said close my eyes, and don't open until I say.... Show yourself.... Ten seconds later said show yourself, a little girl walks in and look like the sister or daughter of the boy who Molested me, then said something in a tone, stare down, that I will never forget, she said....Mijo, it is this little stitch demon who turned into a boy named Rick, Smokey Rick, who touched you/so we brought this demon here to cut her into pieces and divide her face, hair and Spirit between these Lord's and the sacrifices will promise torcher for eternity in the flesh to anyone associated who hurt you, God is great....
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PersonalThemeAbstract

Primarily autobiographical trauma narrative with spiritual framework, some universal messaging.

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Extremely dense; multiple ideas, narratives, and themes compressed per 10 lines throughout.

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Heavily negative (trauma, abuse, abandonment) tempered by spiritual hope and maternal love.

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Significantly longer than 60 lines; extended stream-of-consciousness narrative structure.

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Rich metaphor (storms, dreams, light/dark), simile, personification, alliteration present throughout densely.

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Primarily lyric internal voice with embedded narrative sequences; some dramatic recollection of dialogue.

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