the fanasty of my upkeep. was a flowerish, endless road. my family where all followers n believers of that of the, almighty genesis. it's funny- I remember once. we planted watercolors in mineraled soil. -and ooh my God! excuse me...funny again . about a month later. the arch of a pretty rainbow grew. I'm like wow- how fascinating!.... ...... ...... the tenderness of my bloodline. where hostages on a floater. as Mr. blue eyes- scattered off the floater n shoplifted my african bloodline. we bcame slaves of mind, spirit, body n soul.... .... ... anyway- I'm a well respected negro woman now. - and I do quite well for myslf. with that of an hourglass figure. -but it's funny- yes i kno and im sorry again. I have no need for the persuasion of the opposite. so therfore. I dnt repect the opposite. my heart shows fragility- for that of a woman. from a women, sensuality n affection is a given. fore a flower only shows its radiance. from that, who is the nourisher- doin the nourishing. it's beautiful.... ..... -and speaking of the opposite sex. blue! baby! (u kno we'r here right). blue u out there honey? blue? well-..... ....hey to u guys out there. you wanna hear something- not so funny?
IM A MOTHRFUKIN KILLER!

pt. 8
blue talks to God. this wk.
the saga mayb coming to an end but it continues.
* skills of my limit
© gary bell