Saturday, August 6, 2016

The truth about major corporations

I'm tired of being a Danielle Steele novel with a media member inside of my head every night.

I'm tired of being put through this shit for money and life.

I want my daytime talkshow and also 65k for the next five months to get my life together and hire my assistant.

I go crazy on twitter. I need some cash for three months rent, three months cell phone and also three months gym. So I can be a skinny bipolar schizophrenic, with slight schizophrenia. And some money so next time you send a woman drinking an Amaretto Sour - at 9 am in the morning, I can talk to her, because this is Vegas and even though I don't pay to play ball; I buy the first drink.

If it were a house party or just a hook up online, I could get away with not spending anything. But its crap.

I'm owed 2 million in annuity and I want to move to Amsterdam after cause I've had a satellite ever since starting this morbid blog, 7 years ago.

Now I have a 200 million people audience and I want to optimize it by become Jerry or Maury, but just a little more Ghetto. Cause that's what I am, the satellite has seen. I can be smart when I gain knowledge on a subject, but I am also ghetto and everyone in the world has seen for 7 years.

So the dichotomy of me.....Corporate, Church going and community servicing but Ghetto, with all races that speak English. Cause the Spanish thing is choppy.

The TRUTH about major corporations was the scariest thing to actually think about so I can't actually think that way.

It is not funny to talk about someone and not admit and once the world did it; They've been burying me ever since for years.

A billion has been spent.

I told the stupid machine and satellite, I'm broke and alone this sucks. Give me what I want and leave me alone. I lost everything and I hate Vin Diesel and all celebrities in any field. Because if I get shot or something happens, like 1000 ways to die has, anything can happen and my life flashes in front of me.

I am going to remember hearing a voice and staring at a trash can, rather than my first kid. And I am so afraid of commitment, I don't want one, but it'll get the dogs called off and I'm willing to sacrifice 18 years just not to be a part of this anymore.

Its the satellite thing.  

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