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[aid] => mick
[title] => 31CharlaX31P
[time] => 2012-12-21 10:16:35
[hometext] => the certain idea that people who beat up homeless people for fun are idiots eye am one not the idiot but the homeless and my teeth still hurt
[bodytext] => 31CharlaX31P IdiotTt December 2012 -- End of the Mayan calendar. It is October 2008 60 days 4 years of days until the end of time aware that never happens for a man to prophecy 1520 days not a lot of days considering most of you have lived that long already to be able to be growed up enough to read the charlax poetry. He was begging for a fight he wanted to clean my clock he wanted cowboy justice he was looking to break some bones he wanted to be the ogre to mye mouse and hurt my man he was macho plenty gay. 1519 iff there is a leap year iff they even still do such things we aer time travellars instellar stars complete travellars androids and robots and druggies and hippies and free booters and trades and poets yes poets and idiots. Once eye was consigned to the sand of the desert dead for all intents and purposes the day the cop made me move away from the door of the bar because PEOPLE need to rule the sidewalk eye died eye have nothing left inside for PEOPLE they aer idiots. My face was bruised and eye looked like Jesus but all he could do was his rules and regulations. Move away bum or we will lock you away from the Nations. When eye was turned away from the Detox because eye needed a place to stay a bed a poor bed they have lots of them there when they said this place is for drunks and low lifers to stay the police brings them to us we must have some relief for the jailor. Then eye went for several years without a mishap then eye was suddenly mistaken for a ganger or that was the excuse the BOYS needed to beat me up. My head hit the very hard tarmac the pavement and bounced from the idiot foot on the back of mye head and my tooth broke the inside is hollow and broken and that is why eye seem to be prejudiced just not loving my attacker the TAO of my Jesus but grudging the tooth and the under the foot of the idiot. Eye will get over it the nerve is already healed up and numb and stopped hurting. Eye did not fight back like the man down the south side they killed him it may have been my attackers enthralled with the successes of trouncing me so easily please be aware they are out there just hitting not caring if they killing they pounce and they try the attempted was murder poor eye. But the rude idiot the lifer robot of this daytime today was the way he was saying to me to stop talking to eye was making a voice tape for ewe when he completely lost his mind his insane was the way he said he would get the Sherriff on my eye its recorded on the tape how eye told him that eye was making a tape and to leave eye alone what a stone cold idiot he ruined my mourning. But the people that rule this established place the desk people were sympathetic at least to mye plight they were right to say unto eye have a much better day. The lady and the man where so nice and it helped me to live in this wonderful time and not one more idiot today have eye found. In a more general vain indication of time we aer all closer to the end than the beginning mye friend in this millennium there was idiots. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 138 [topic] => 63 [informant] => charlax [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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