* if i've learned one thing these past couple of days is that i was "wrong" about my mother: she loves me more than i'll EVER understand. this is why i say that she is the only woman who makes me fall in love with her EVERY time i talk to her. the best part is she doesnt believe me when i tell her this. so is the complicated feeling called "love".
* spent 8 days locked up again (a great way to spend the 4th of july) and then spent 8 more days in a half-way house. what have you done lately?
the looney bin was fun because i met some cool people there and earned a feeling of validation, like, maybe before i die i will be able to be the face of a new revolution. mentall illness, we're coming for ya, come out with your hands up. these head-peepers think they have ME figured out? shit, if i didnt know better, i'd think they were trying to start a fight with me. with the help of my family, i WILL beat the system, or die trying. wait, my personal philosophy is that we're all already dead and we exist in god's "mind" as zombies. ha ha ha, i am not bullshitting you right now. that's the latest theory i came up with in order to prove the existence of god. you have to admit that it's pretty fucking clever. if you dont, you're a hater.
* the two people who know me the best are helping me right now to stand on my own two feet. believe me: it sucks when life knocks you down, and it's worse when you're down and you dont even realize it. folks, i think it's safe to say i've reached rock bottom. from here we can only go up, which means the law of averages has some nice surprises in store for me. i cant believe i feel this excited about my life after the hell i was put through the past 16 days. in less than a week my family earned my respect again. we might actually have a chance to get the proverbial band back together, ha ha ha, but getting that final member to join again WILL prove to be my ultimate challenge.
fuck the fact that i'm hopelessly madly in love with a girl who lives in another country. women have always proven to be the easiest to manipulate in this "game" i'm playing. and quite frankly, i think i should focus my efforts more on bitch number 2 (scarlett johansson) than on bitch number 1 (nadiya kravetz). either way, i'm bound to meet the realest bitch at some point in my life when i'm FINALLY doing god's work, which is to grow medicine (read: medical cannabis). that's it, people, i'm a VERY simple man. i dont want for needs; i desire little and am satisfied with it. everything i need in life is either free or a question away from being given to me. it's why my brother, rafael, nicknamed me "free", and it's why people love me everywhere i go.
i'm the proverbial glue, if you will. i'm the one you call when you need help "fording" the proverbial river. believe me, you want me on your side, i help people get through life without killing them selves. i have the mental scars to prove my mettle and the niggas in the street all respect me for being a real nigga.
* if you're offended by my use of the word nigga, let me help you to catch up: SLAVERY IS OVER!!! thus, people have done a good job of taking back the word and now all the kids on the street call each other nigga. so, to my nigga's out there, stay real and dont let these perpetrators try to tell you you're racist. THEY'RE racist because they are brainwashed to speak bullshit they read in the papers. it's why nobody watches that shit; it's a waste of time. if you really want to know what's going on, talk to your neighbors. there was a time when the word community meant something and people were proud to represent their block.
* if you're offended by my use of the word bitch, fuck you. i WILL call any woman i desire a bitch to her face because the word holds a special meaning to me. you see, women play this stupid game where they call us men dogs. so, if you're logical, you WILL understand that the female who has puppies is called a bitch, ergo if you wanna be my "girl" you GOTTA let me call you my bitch, otherwise you're proving you're not worthy enough to have my children.
believe me, you WANT to have my babies, they'll be the most talked about because i come from a very small latin american country whose primary exports were small children during the civil war in the 80's. yeah, the great ol' united states of AMERICA had to issue an apology for perpetrating the war and funding the contras who killed untold thousands to silence the movement. as you can guess, the rebels won, but they managed to get us hooked to their american dollars and now people make $5 a day at best. in other words: my mother country is STILL fucked up. thanks a lot USA, i still got love for you.
* i have this idea for a website where we'll sell TRULY offensive t-shirts but i dont know how to get it off the ground. if you're reading this and can help, please contact me via facebook. enter my email: coreas.edwin@gmail.com or search edwin antonio coreas to find me. it's the best way to contact me. i dont have a cell phone and refuse to provide personal info to someone who needs to be pre-qualified for such privileged info.
* it's late/early and i gotta jet soon; thanks for reading!!!
edwin
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