Soothe me

At sixty-seven I've grown from searching for big strong hard masculine arms to soothe me , to BenGay. Arthritis is some real shit! You can't stop ii.   There is no Fountain of youth.  Fine parts wear out too. Very smart intellectuals get confused, can't fine stuff and can't remember what we lost.

Time shall beat your ass! Time is a cruel bitch! There is nothing you can do. Accept it. No, don't stop. Keep busy. If you are like me, keep talking shit.  Thank GOD if you have never followed through on one of your threats.

"We the People" have witnessed two very fine, very wealthy hue-mans  commit suicide,  in the last two days. GOD bless them dearly! No one knows, no one can explain "mental illness". Yes, I have it. Is it truly mental illness or am I the only sane one? My mother played mentally ill. The slut was just evil.

She played dumb coon yet, she was always too brilliant to ever get caught. She's gone, thank you Jesus.

I'm aging rapidly. Time has kicked me square in the ass. I'm cool with it. I just had no idea "time" was going to roll up on me and mug me so quickly.  Sometimes I think this shit is a dream, a joke.  There are days I want to "re-wind".  Not, for good unfortunately.  To kick ass! Lying ass muthafuckers! You lying "Reefer" muthafuckers shall rot in hell! How the hell did marijuana turn good overnight? Cures cancer, is good for chemo?

Evil man sit down! You may have preached in Jesus' name but [HE] never knew you, depart from [HIM]

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM"