Humdilliah it is ok
it is ok with you
it is ok with you and your
it is ok with you and my
as you killed King Abdullah, not quite only killed him for his money yet his mind took him for ransom took his place and replaced me with a new person is not quite the case of torture, fabricated of course, no torture, nothing at gitmo, nothing at guantameno.com, it is more angry, that I worked deliberately hardly and softly for your government to find your killer is me mr fbi mr cia, you put me in hell, took me to heaven, and asked me "can I help you?" a blood clot is my decision to cunt you and always that party of terror is yours in your american society, your fbi and your cia, not considered operatives and only ya it's ok yalla it's my time then it's yours, it is not my decision, my obligation is not to a racist, rectal feeding of hummus and filthy you are psychiatircally, not to say I don't ingest poison for fun, and my poison pill is not a pen, yet a nice pencil, put in your dead body of your black sea, and I don't want your angry people near someone else, as you had asked, "is it time?" then of it what and how is it angry people are still noisy celebratory and condmenatory i don't particularly is it yet my angry fuck that I don't have to give, and if I had ever not explained myself then I had found you deadened not enlivened it is yet, alllowed of you, the partner is yet allowed, and take it down sweetie it's too much for me to pay for and I had allowed my angry person, and prisoner of your choice, had it been worse, I would have snapped and your EBT is my CBT therapy i don't have angry thoughts, only of homicide and rage, take my anger and put in your fist, as my Black Panther, isn't, I take my angry pride away from you; it isn't the same thing. I got angry, upset, and I told you a person isn't your technological stupidity, your last resort is papa's cockroach step over, and take my money. are you stupid? anyway, you can answer an inquiry about your war hero, whom is guilty of current torture, and I don't understand can you explain that I don't have your money around it is taken in my sound placed underground and had not yet allowed my anger to your soul make it angrier then I don't know it to have my body is yet your blood I don't drink is yet party to take I don't know my angry party is yet had I don't participate, it is yet your choice to incarcertate me that I don't have your medical license is yet that doctor is yet found taken and around you spanned my writing and you are not allowed of it you are doctor of torture not of my stupidity in my ask "are you well?" you take my wellness shot and ask yourself i ask you now is it well of you to ask my wellness is yet that anger, had you not then I would not and I would not ask of you my angry partner is it time to party yourself away and is it yet allowed torture torture is yet allowed taken to your pitiable torture , make ill and illness of you, is that "i had that flight iti s yet where I am not, is it that you want to make myself, out of you, and take my part at my body, is it that flight that asked is it well of you, to make myself, and how well does it go, when, I told you; rape is your mo rape is your to and I do not want yet need you and I cannot, only in "take time to" is it time to go yet allowed of it, I don't want more than a buck and a pill, iis it and why is it and how come a part is not your world, it is yet that taken to and mocked, is it time that you want to measure my peace to your violence and I had not yet allowed myself it is only take my illness for your pleasure, and my bastardization is your filth to spit my anger out on your plate and my plate unclean of your hand not touch only my party is yet only in it you will find peace and my sing," come to go" and "come to go" it is "have you a way of my take to my and why do I?"