Showing posts with label Crime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crime. Show all posts

Friday, March 1, 2013

Dreams

I had a dream I killed Ginny Kopf.  In the end, I heard a few low drums of no consequence really, just th..anyway and then she exploded into lots of little glittery dust, as though she committed suicide.  '=s  The funny thing is I don't remember what I was doing 1st, but I know I was flying around a big place with lots of sorta plant-like buildings, kinda bleak.  I felt there was some big spirit flying me around, though, so I guess I was not the 1 flying?  I liked feeling that I was being held on my crotch, but I got some ideas I tried to process.  I realized that you can find anyone online at school in their city.  I decided, though, that I wanted to do something about safety but always realize that death is just around the corner.  Other interesting things, I felt like my feet were like pushing pedals like of that famous organ song.  I also felt my body nearer to the end before that as the result of being like a jelly worm, you know gel..  Those gummies.  ;D  From doing ballet, like it wasn't a good idea but hwen you do it it is.  I wish I remembered my other dreams, but I was more conscious with this 1, like before.  I think when I fell asleep this time, I felt dead from something, like the medicine as the end.  It's like because I wasn't famous with a lot of money from wishing to be an actor while I was on MySpace.  So, anyway, I was flying around a long time, felt touched, felt strong, the stronger overall feeling or whatever was the situation.  Oh well, wish I could remember more.  It was sorrowful and somber.  It was like it was a scary, black, from the past like my past life or dead, like a Ghost of Christmas, sorta going with me on a journey I was taking or happened to take because of her.  I still feel a big force around my crotch, and it feels like huge, puffy, not too old arms.  I woke up, and my blessed fingers were like big puffs.  I guess I did it to myself, as usual.  It's always interesting, but it won't last.  I used to feel I wish it would last.  :|

So, if you want to know what I did in bed, I could feel in Cleveland, my blankets feeling celestial like they put kinda a lot of sorta involuntary|voluntary, you know random.., pressure on me, like a spirit, that it was a person.  My bed also pulsed in a very surreal way.  I used to imagine the life in my eyes suddenly like crossing mainly.. and myself fucking the tubes!  D;  I tried it as much I could, like I would not stot, like I had to do it, like there was no point in thinking of other things in bed, myself.  I can't seem to do that, now, here.  I just was distracted, in the end..  I used to go around to RDV and sit around, a magical place, while my mom was busy.  I'd watch the people and feel I was in a magical world, really, but for some reason it had to dye away.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

ARGH STOP

My mom put a shirt behind my shirts of my dad, I don't want to touch him in a perverted way, that's not how I was brought up, GO. AWAY. YOU GODDAMN NIGGERS-  I think I should just * you.  You better stop because I know what you did.  ,:[  What do you think I am, stupid?

Upset After Class

I was like a victim trrembling @ class, like the fool I make of myself, the way I can't take it and the way no one in the world can care....

See, I kept stabbing my notebook when I was annoyed..  I did leave the room and stomp my feet and then come back in soon.  I came in and said are you gonna annoy me, like last class, and asked if someone said they were gonna kill me..  The teacher said no they didn't.  :|  I told my mom, too, but she didn't seem to care too much..  :S  I sorta felt washed ashore in death.  Like, I was murdered but left at peace..  :|  People are always at me and will never be direct with me because they think it's possible I actually want too much attention being mixed race.  I actually am feeling kinda subdued.  Maybe, it's from all the good things I did, and then I don't know why I was attacked but I'm so mad.  It seems people are really mad at me for any attention I get from Ginny, and I want to ****** them..  I just heard something..  Please, leave me alone, you dweebs..  :|  Also, I can tell in attitude my aunt is posing as a virtual ring leader rassling me for everything just because my life isn't perfect, like my dad does, and I want to * her.  ,:|  Everyone is threatening people they know not to hurt me.  ;|  Er.  Why can't peopel just be normal?  Hey, listen to me, stop with the bullcrap "online."  I'm the civilized 1.  It's okay if I live my life the way I do, I was treated unfairly, why must I base my life on comparing with how much I sacrificed of my, er, ... I dunno academic future?

Dream

I had thee coole st most terrifying dream.

There were some scenes in the corrider where someone was like acting with music I think trying to slit someone before they slit someone else.  So, my old organ teacher|choir director went in a jail cell with someone else kinda, like a mental hospital, which is horrid.  So, I went in with someone else so we could maybe get in with her..  I know Ginny was involved.  So, it was mostly about that and something like a pop Disney performance scheulde.  For some reason, I felt a lot of *** or ************ or rather I dunno ***********.  It was pretty dynamnic, that dream, but it's hard to remember, I think I was against like some flowery sheets, just some flowery sheets, like in bunched up at the base, and like hugging it like it was Ginny or something and feeling like those art drawings like of cupid or the statues of the very human figures with drapes hanging off.  I was in the mental ward with people in the halls battling against knives slitting someone else's throat, like it's the good angel against the Master of the House, defending someone, like my old organ teacher or like I saw a big baby in an aisle, a bit sadistic in sentiment, like with some pastel but like an old or like modern French cartoon..  I saw the video of me acting and for some reason I was able to act like how I saw Country Bear Jamboree, but I can't see it no more, same with the old French cartoon..  So, I was lusting for "***" in a ward with people being murdered at bodily contact, instead slicing the other.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Problem

I just got threatened.

Problem

So, Ellen brushes aside a plethora of crap she spews online or whatever..

So, why would my mom be NYC Sears tower crap?  She wants to be something but is respectful, considered whiter than people they like.  How dumb.  Don't ruin my mom, you uglies, I know what you think you did not do.  Just **** Ellen.  :{  I think Ellen is gay and mean.  She's too gay to speak her mind because she's not that white?

Oh no! ^0^

Po', po' Lily.  I am not really mad at her.  I calmed down and simply reported it..  I am a bit actively violent about my parents, so-

Problem

Stop you gay niggers from the South and North because you're bad and shit and nothing criticizing everything because you're not shit stop telling me what to do you goddamn niggers I'm gonna **** you.

Email

Dear Students of Valencia CC,

I invite you to play tennis with me this Tuesday and Thursday from 11AM-12PM at Valencia CC.  Bring your own racket, and I will bring the balls.

Christina Ann B.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Cute Ad

It showed a guy as a police with like a tube like a horn pointing it at you ... funny police want in on the action, knew that, rather than working on like things psychologists do..

Monday, February 18, 2013

Problem

Hey **** that person.

My dad made it sound like he said "no more weekends."  I wanted to do something v******.  He did some other things, too.  I had my earplugs on.  He was making weird things.  I have to do something and let it out, I just know.  I tried to settle down and remembered this threat.  He's just a nigger.  :|  Ellen DeGeneres is so annoying and stupid.  She is hurting me for no reason.  ANSWER ME THAT YOU STUPID NIGGER.

Help!

I keep getting mad.  Ellen might have to send me to prison for using curse words but not really threatening her nor anyone seriously, just can't do anything.  That's so pointless.  I mean, what's wrong?  No one is helping me, here in Orlando.

Really

Come on I'm really mad..  }:|  I just wanna, let's **** Ellen.   She's trying to make me not feel as good..

So

So, what do you think about the dorky Generation Z tweens in O'lando?  }:]

Upset

My shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel is missing, as well as my hair straightener that works on wet hair..  My parents are running out of money for me.  Also, at the mall, you can see someone straightened 1 side of my hair.  Did you know people think it's a joke?  If they were here I'd just w*** them in the h***, so better lay off..

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Problem

SHUT UP YOU NIGGER I just heard my dad cough about race that dirty nigger just *beep* him to *beep* he doesn't care what he farts outta his MOUTH-  ,:0  Put that lizard in prision

The People from up North at the Hotel

I bet Ellen DeGeneres, sad as she may be, thought she had to make me feel bad about having Pennsylvanian blood and heritage because of my dad taking over my mom..  I was at the hotel, and the connection was very dead.  It seemed like it was in part from going to Valencia.  Ugh, I have to get up and go to the bathroom again but don't feel like it, feel some tight spots, but that's not why.  So..  I just feel sorta exposed like my dad, like there was some sorta worry that I was like him, like how he's not a party animal but he's not a nerd, I mean, come on, maybe a bit worn, but that doesn't have to affect me you niggers.  ,}:[  Go to hell and *** and wallow in torture.

Problem

I don't give a bullshit about my dad venting off his brutality and stupid nature with my mom.  He flips around ideas like he's really something.  My mom I think because of Ellen DeGeneres decided to say I didn't deserve to revel in the flowers, just to play because of my imperfections, like in how hard it is to be perfect, not my intentions..too bad no one is like finesse enough to go into that..  The problem is it's because my dad hurts me so he may as well **** himself.

Bath + Body Works

Now, your tweens are chipped.

They don't sell the fancy body scrub.

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