I have a friend who I would have to admit
that their wit may likely fit in this predicament and potentially call quits just to avoid all this shit but I’d rather that they not so we can still spit out some words to the people and birds Out to the world who think it’s absurd to observe such freedom of speech and not slur when blasting out creeps for the actions they’ve stirred. It’s one of those calls that’s up for review but it’s just common sense to see it ain’t cool that it could happen to your daughter. It could happen to you. Even to your sons when creeps start striking the mood. A sensitive subject of all things Got to understand that not everyone can sing and spread word of the turmoil that these creeps bring Causing silence to their victims intertwined with their strings like a noose to remind them that they’re their masters Tell the crew, sharing stories to gush out with laughter Drinking juice, gin and bearing each other’s banter drop a deuce, grin and stew amongst dirty bastards Let me continue with this story of one friend that I have who wanted to run away from the dirt who felt he had won by using his non-consensual thumbs Only to bully this girl and make her feel that he bought her. Only to throw her away as though no one can support her. Only to throw her away with no food and no water. Only to throw her away like she’s nobody’s daughter. And when I first got that one phone call this girl was crying explaining that she can feel all of the pain that the dirt had violently inflicted. You can tell by her cry that this shit was not scripted. I was motivating her to tell me a name. Describe this young fool who thinks he has game but rather hurt girls so he could feel fame causing her life to be traumatic and never the same. But when I asked that question of who I said so I can beat the dirt and show him my views. She said she can’t say because they were friends too and wanted to protect him from the men in blue. So, I couldn’t get a name to ID the hound. All that I was hearing was that god awful sound of a petrified girl who was held on the ground by a friendship that she felt was structurally sound. So, if I get the name of this up to no good creepy little bastard, then he knows that he should hide from the fact that he ultimately would be dealing with a boy straight out from the hood. But I understand that if you do not want to share these details but I find that it’s so hard to bare that jesters like these are breathing the same air as our children; our spouses; to all that we care about. And it’s getting even harder to swallow that there are people like this that other people follow. Turning this into a dialogue rather than a mono. Now, to go deep highlighting people that are shallow. And as they all wear those jackets made out of blue denim we still got to be aware of that beast within em. We still got to beware of the black and white demons. We still got to be there to suck out the venom and with our hands we’ve got to extend. Give a helping hand; learn to comprehend there is always a way; there are no dead-ends. Forever, and until the end, I HAVE A FRIEND.
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Taylor
2/21/2018 03:25:25 am
❤️
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Chris
3/19/2018 11:32:09 pm
Love you too ❤️
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Christopher R. Pascualis an artist from Auckland, New Zealand who expresses the weird through writing, photographs, paintings and lifestyle. Archives
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