Critical Mass is when lethal danger comes knockin

So, wow, how deep is you love. I let a stranger rent a room from me even though we didn't have to. I read that he was from an old neighbor S.P. who lived across the street and right one house (well, maybe two) with our fascia facing due west. I sent him packing before the month was over the more I read. He's just soo damned cute for a 6'4" inch football hero freshman out of high-school who read, I would be his next kill. Oh he paced every step in the house and drew up diagrams of who sleeps where and ask when we did this and did that and was soo coi and he said 21 I say 30 pretty boi. Don't read what you can not perfect. I read that. He's reentered my home when he was sure we were not there. I've a few things that detect casing/danger/threats. His handlers are local dealers in and out of the system politically awe their lives and work the underworld and get referrals from their franchise associates of goo-d marks (in every city) there's a bonus.

In every city of this gracious land in this world in every inept world, the underworld, has awe weighs existed. Doomed to forever repeat the very fucking insanity that got them in here to fucking begin wit! Ha. Idiots. Trees from the Woodstock, awe weighs blame the Rooster for bustin a crow (we awe know that crow family) that each and every one of you will wake up only when it comes for your, m-ass-es. Peter, what a biotch, just to save his own ass. God damn rite, I crowed. Chicken shit denying and nay-sayer lived his life in guilt complex, biotch. Those that run the city and those that run it. Even, the state. That's why, at least the information was stopped by, once again, idiots killing the mother fucking messenger. Don't ask, don't tell. Is it any wonder you cannot break the cycle of fucking insanity? We're awe going that weigh any weigh. There is a better weigh and as I weep, you still won't take the gift. And be free, indeed. Awe, you've got to understand, ego. It fucks a human being down,,, down, down! The species tribe usually follows. Dead and dying stupid mother fuckers. Boom, back atcha! Ha, hillary-ous. Just taking a few that smell too, wit me. Damn, barabus, your ass is bad...

You know the underworld, the one we talk about but, many, (awe of you) have never experienced, cognizant-ly. Well, I ha-a-a-ave. Not necessarily stoned but perceptive. So, like from here the bounty goes up and the best killer wins. Pretty boi was so pissed I made him, he punched the sky (successively in a murderous passion of innate Murderous (did I write murderous earlier?)pent, up, rage) intent on killing god and not knowing I could hear him saying over and over "I can't fucking believe I fucking blew it! He was my fucking mark! Errr, errrerrr, errr. Damn dude, you unjustly had to go and say that... He was my fucking marked! (sorry about the cussing and awe). Chill nick or whoever you said you are at Bob's Tavern oh, you got fired from their! I couldn't get through the local police non-emergency line to make a report of the usual shit going down in their everyday lives. So, here's my report! Jesus, he had a message from a connecticut_ian texan from the ci.a. if your a Cannuck or Knewfi.

Ok, so i only waited on the non-emergency hot line for twenty some minutes. I did take a breath and was quite calm. I just love my family, too! A brief edu, the underworld exist, he is the boogey man, mostly they come at night. Mostly. But now, who knows?