mamama

Too excited to start writing.
Pin head is still a thing.
Can't really talk much about it,
All I know is that we've touched the lives of many people.

What are the many things you can get done in a stretch of time?

Endless.
Except when I'm held back,
I feel like a spring.

It holds.
Holds.
Till it has to spring back.

Just got checked out by an awesome fucking team.

And we talked about of a lot of good stuff.
It's nice having things in the clear.

Very is the nice when a man can be transparent.

Stay nearly naked, with a few donated clothes,
All out for inspection.

Then after they wiff, sniff, touch a bit,
They are like, thingy is worf of another round.

Sureee.
I'm glad to be back.
Not going to try to say about the negative.
We have to look through it.

I got taken by the cops.
The A7 here in East Boston.
Ready for calls through a 911 or a friendly call from your computer service.
Its a 617 number.

Then after speaking of the trufus,
On just a glance on how their building was looking life,
Thought I could get adopted.

Got in a fight with a chair and a glass wall,
And trust me when I say, rimming a wooden chair onto a plaster,
Won't do you good.

I ripped the nail off,
Broke my own fucking bones,
The tipsy of my middle finger on the right hand.

Dang.
Its one hand, one right hand, but the belongings.
Shit. It stinks.

I cried and I whinned, to say, you may be arresting me,
But leaving this hand to no care, won't do you good men.

So after a bloodful spill,
To crying hours that left that cell haunted,
My voice broke through the silence.

What did they hear?
Probably something that had to be heard again.

The EMS guys came through,
Picked me up, after those typical photo sess,
Not to mention I already have a biometric sys that is way faster than the software and hardware those guys are left to play with...

/pleasesis /give'em'sum'luv

wondering what could really get me into a max security jail cell,
Versus, what makes this place dirty,
Drugs, needles, it seems like we are caught in pharma.

Meanwhile the kids keep thinking I could be afraid for deportation,
Extraditation, graveyards and exiles, i'm like dafuq is an ABDW.

What is Mayhem!?

I'm like, this is Mama Russia,
You should know that Beantown without these hands,
Would be the same as seeing how much they'd be willing to share some of the beautiful mind,
To make sure their country matches the Louis Vitton's on them girl hands.

Dats the truf.
No more.
No less.

Not trying to be a treasoner, just always thought education should be free,
And well planned motions for good expertise,
I will say Dobro Utra.

Its 6:29AM. Sunday 10/20. 4 days before court,
And how do I frame all the crap I had to deal with?

Start with thinking of how positive we turned the whole scene.


Got a few good games in mind to see how we're doing as a group.
Before, I had to start with when I finally talked to my mom.

It had been over 7 days.
Nearly 10 days.
I had a cast, and nurse Natalie.

She won a few awards.
For working with kids.
I guess in particular, kids like me.

That are fucking 30 years old,
And still trying to get their shit together.

She called the operator,
And we reached out the land of the +55.
When I talked to Mamama, ooooo, she was happy.

Loved the AirBnb.
and I said,
after I threw up from the pain of hearting myself,
and I swear wasnt from the drinks,
I will tell you when by the dots on the clock,

The Harvard Surgical Team took me in the same day,
To a hand surgery.
I talked to everyone about the mysteries of the mind,
And they wanted me for some more digging.

The gas that took less than a few seconds to put me to sleep,
Was nice.
And I thought, that she could have been there,
If the was, how much could she care because she is that smart.

Nothing felt bettar than What.

That is part of the story I want to say,
Which is that we were kids,
And we played with our minds,
And she liked to cause scares,
But mostly, her mind, was a wonderfall.

She is #1, if she can mess,
Means she can clean!

So dr. Freniere and his team,
stitched me up, put a pin through my finger, and may have played with my tiny bones to make it look like the finger used to.
It doesn't. but its workable.

I've already gone to play Frisbee,
Nearly forgotten how important that hand is to that.
And about one of the most amazing moments that it brings about.

When I thrown, and a tunnel of people forms around the path the disc takes.
The importance of that, is needless to say.
Will be back with more Harvard and Harvard University stories.