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Steve the Pot dealer...but not no more detective...

Post  Billy Ruben on Wed Jun 20, 2012 6:57 pm

Well his dad died and his debut out of the closet homosexual encounter,left him three pound short and about $5,000...after five years of smartness,he lost it on his cock,it would'nt be love,or my involvent or yearning,yeuch,but I should've connected,when he was into Ministry and overnight,Morrisey...it all came unstuck.Luckily,his dad died and he escaped to Bonny Hills,renting his fathers close to ocean
vicinity.

...He became very familiar with me,keeping my mouth shut,learning all from around me,middle class kids,artist student,best crowd of all,they payed cash,no credit.He used me unwittingly for collections,right hand man,while not paying the income that is entitled to that position,just drugging me out of my mind,paying the petrol and upkeep of my car,brakes go,I buy pads,fix on the side of the road,twenty minutes,both sides,depending on good jacking surface.The dark intimidating looks,he capitalised on for free.Shrewd business man.


First time I was ever scared,someone learned my secret fear.About the light...when you die.

He had arranged all these Egyptian figurines,facing a oversized Godzilla,with a light bulb in it's mouth....and he said in a reptilian voice,"Come to the light Jason".He smiled triumphantly,finally harnassing my fears true base.I did'nt tell him about a girl,who took me to other places,with no drugs or rocket ships,been around all my life,cracks in time and light does seep,I just got lost for five seconds.



There's a little hole,down the left hand side,meet you there my love.



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The girls just have'nt worked out

Post  Billy Ruben on Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:39 pm

I kind of complain alot.I can't have it with Sam,constant oral,her spine at the hips,I've worn the disc down,to the point she can't spread,she's a near cripple.Look,she was the only one I respected,not the hot passionate thing you drool for,until she sucked off half your mates there after,despite that nice gold band on her finger,but in the image of the matriachal ward nurse,sterile and routine like,but always,something more than that,the comfort and stable mind for family and home.

I miss her and really do and gave her so much hassle for a nice drilling,to the point she said go find some and I would'nt,cause her heart was'nt in it,the look....it had to be on par,not a power trip as it hurt.No just madness at losing what you believed in.

I think what it'll be like when we have to attend a funeral and I run into the fiasco and idiotic display,caused by the fuck up that was my niece and the waves of paranoia,was'nt worth her feelings to get to the bottom of rumour and maybe,even the possibility of her own cover up,but never judge would I her there was strong mind manipulation,that was hurtful to observe,let alone neutral.I understood the first occasion of a young woman blossoming herself in bed with moans for three hours a mistake to turn the tv down.I wish I turned it up like Richard said,but yielding to respect.Being set up for rape and sexual harssment by the police twice,cause I was cheeky,witty and never crossed the line,rode the razors edge,next you get occults,killers and what fucking fair angel watching over me,slowly letting me know,there's a war in heaven and I was falling,when you're emotionally involved,bullshit to seeing clearly,on any fucking level and hate losing sightof the situation,which little gremlins in real life,know how to derail a certain way of thinking,grrrr,

I look down on myself,the only person I ever hurt that did'nt have it coming and it was one I really loved in the family that came with the woman in your life,life time companion, and that was my niece.After she finished the first time,I said it clearly through the floor,where Richard made me stay,I argued for the garage,with a black cat,"there's nothing I can do for you",but after the third time,investigating and the person who informed me had actually touched up a ten year old girl,I just went mental and hate myself when I do though and suffer for it,bastards know that,know how to play it.The pain in the astral.


Richard threw out a ginger tom,we rescued it after he dumped it there,full of stones in the bladder,payed over time,$3500 on operation now a balanced controlled expensive feed,over 8-9 years,$26-30 a kilo,his kids ran in droves,was it Jehovah winess,or,the perverted incest hentai porn and taken a evil turn to materialise in the reality...I hoped for rebellion with religeon.When the third time happened,and Richard made some bad suspicious moves at home,insinuating a romantic move against her,covering up for his own weirdness.and my fave little niece at the time,banging herself so passionately,for hours,three times in a row....I lost my mind
and fucked right up,did nothing wrong perverse or actions,just lost my mind....I was just so happy to have her as a friend and treat me equal and non-judgemental,not as I deserve being the loser drug addict that I am...I was so flattered this beautiful young woman would even talk to me...cause I''m such a nothing,nobody,got nothing worthwhile...to lose her mateship was everything to me...Fuckwit forever tattood on my forehead for that one...


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