EnD Of SoMeThInG NeW

School system flowers are betrayers. In some way insomiacfull.
Resting is over and hear a loud sound of a basket ball hitting
a wooden door with the perspective of sound and so forth.
This is just a small amusing detail of whats belong a..
whats to come.. They delight us with clean rubbish.
This is always optimal. No in between conversatins only
weary feelings of scary fright. Always that evil propagenda
and hitting your noose with effect. A noose punch that will delight.
Or some bastard disappointed of his foolish scateboard. But the
most dearing and evil thing is da demon. Who got big self confidence
and like him self very good. He search your inner ghosts and awakes
the most scary feelings ya never fought you had. Like satan opens the
stomache and draw out the akening heart and inspect it than
hold it in his hand for a long time just still paralyzed with good feelings for
you to like. And its nothing more to it than fright and scary
thoughts that grows like fever. Lurking devils search the innocent and
forcing them the unaspected with their innocent to demolish.
Just a circus of offenders and propagendors.
Never feel that safe feeling just the seelfish outraged rut.

A commited circus. Maniacs who never feel so happy just waste
other humans with manic false agenda.
Feel them and make them searching to whole soul for nothing to find.
Nowhere to go. The home is rubbish.The agenda is rubbish.
The people doesn't understand or are to spoiled to care.
Think of them self to often. Like greedy disaster people.
The print is a fact. You for sure get your helpless stamp off those
unengaged disasterpeople. Like mobb is gold.
Wandering around the kitchen island for a thousand times on a day and
disturbing the silence. Feel those persons and you
which you for the moment didn't was or exists.
The rumors going round and that exites and burning up a
happy feeling agenda. For the devils to torch the sorrowed wounded
put downed misserable people. And it takes tool and its one unit.
You cant depart the mobb with the straight people its one unit.
They are mean spectators. And the strong affects the weak. Like Satans_!!
tyranny. Always control the weak and punch out the worried
blood in their peculiar soul and the stigma is a natural part of reality
and is for sure accepted and declared as good and free.
Let the poisening unspeaked freedom be a nice idea to live with and all the
combat is about your brother not any helpers are needed.
All wee need is that great feeling mobb, that sooner leads to the real disaster
and becomes end of something new . :flag

Han jag skrev denna dikten om utsatte mej för hänsyn lös trakasserier

Beautiful, i like it!

Han här var den total fruktansvärda människa jag (stött på)..

Han var hemsk gångra det med 12 ***

Jag, tänkte på denna mannen.
Som dikten handlar om
främst. Dels

1, manier
2, rå
3"vårdslös
Osv för att inte nämna
Utåt agerande utav bara själve
Faen...

En gång fick hen
In en sådan fullträff psykisk.

Torde bli outhärdligt så
Jag tog en rent vedertagen
Cykel för att skona mig själv.

Skulle se mer effekt nu efteråt
Men det i ödet låg en outhärdlig

Smärta.