4:40PM EST - 5:02PM EST
4,9,2019
TUESDAY APRIL 9TH, 2019
CHAPTER EIGHT: BC YOU CANNOT TWICE
DEAR HONEY,
I NEVER STOPPED WRITING FOR YOU HONEY I NEVER COULD, NOT TO MENTION THAT I NEVER SHOULD,I NEVER, WILL FOREVER KEEP YOUR NAME ON MY REAL MIND, ON MY REAL LIPS, WRITING FOR HONEY WITH THE REAL QUIPS. I WILL EQUIP, MYSELF, WITH THE NECESSARY ROPE, TO PLAY MY NECESSARY ROLE, JUMPED IN THIS NECESSARY HOLE, DOWN HERE IT'S ALL FULL OF RABBITS AND EVERYONE'S WHITE MINUS ONE. THE BLACK RABBIT IS THE WHITE RABBIT SIR. WRITING FOR HONEY IS WHAT I PREFER TO DO WITH MY TIME, WRITE MY LINES, SIGNS GET RHYMED, WRITE ON TIME, I RIGHT ON TIME LIKE RIGHT ON TIME. IT'S RIGHT ON TIME THEN WRITE ON TIME I WRITE ON TIME'S TIMELINE TO KEEP MY MIND FINE AND IT'S A FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE, WELL LOVE IS THE BAIT, WITH MY MIND WE'LL DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SHAKE THE FAKES AFTER THE WAKE AND BAKE WHILE CONTINUING TO ESCALATE, TO TEST THE FATES, IT'S BEST WE WAIT FOR WE JUST MIGHT SEE THEIR BEST TODAY, WE PERPETUATE, IN ORDER TO REST THE CASE, NO MATTER HOW MANY REPS IT TAKES, BREATHS IT TAKES, IT'S BEST WE MAKE, THE BEST OUT OF IT YOUR HONOR AND I REST MY CASE, I EXTRICATE, MY BEST IN CASE, I'M PLACED IN HER FACE SAFE, MY MIND IS TOO CHILL, IT WASN'T ALWAYS CHILL ENOUGH, I'M CHILLING TOUGH, SPIRITUALLY FEELING TOUGH, I AM, I SENT TO SCRIPT TO YM'S JAIL CELL, I COULD TELL THAT TALE, TELL IT IN ANOTHER BOOK,FROM MANIFESTOS TO HOOKS,THE CROOKED HOOKS BEEN SHOOK, WE BEEN LOOKED AT, AS IT WAS THEN, IT SHALL BE AGAIN WHEN. NOW FIN AGAIN MY FRIEND HONEY I LOVE YOU, STILL THE STARVING ARTIST, STILL WRITING FOR YOU. THERE ARE TWO CANS OF TUNA LEFT, TWO CANS OF SARDINES LET, US NOT FORGET THE LACK OF TOMATO DRIPPED LETTUCE, ITS JUST TEN SCOOPS OF MAYO LEFT PLUS THE FIVE SLICES OF BREAD, THE STARVING ARTIST I FEAST INSIDE OF MY HEAD, I EAT BARBIE INSTEAD, THEY CALL ME THE CHED. HONEY THEY HEARD WHAT WE SAID. HONEY I'M REPPING FOR YOU, STEPPING FOR YOU, TEACH THE FUTURE A GREAT LESSON FOR YOU, JUST KNOW I'VE BEEN STRESSING FOR YOU, ALL OF THEM SAD YEARS, CRYING THRU SEVEN FOR YOU. I PROMISE TO SHARE MY BLESSINGS FOR YOU, SKATING THRU ALL OF THIS TESTING FOR YOU, WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR MIND, I CAN NO LONGER EXPLORE, THE AMOUNT IN WHICH I ADORED YOU, I FELT COMPELLED TO TELL ME THE TALE BY FILMING MY LIFE, YOU DIED, I CRIED BEFORE I REALIZED YOU HAVE TO FILM YOUR LIFE BC YOU CAN NOT FILM IT TWICE.
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