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You're a bitch,
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I hate you,
I trusted you
I hate me
for trusting you
you bitch
looser
punkass motherfucker I never wanna know shit about you again...

session 1

Im excited to see what the fuck it gonna happen in my life next. 

Two years ago I wrote something on my wall..."FAMOUS FAMILY FROM THE 509" and the other day someone I admire... who lives no where near me not only extended his love and support my way, but he asked me bout the 509 in general... about my sisters work... :) I geeked out on that.  I love that feeling... feeling of excitement :) I know that when you are thankful for what you have, you get blessed with more and more...

In the past, I'd fuck up and give a fuck about stupid ass vatos... I'd loose my identity trying to help them find theirs... Something I fight within myself... I throw myself in things... (with all my heart). I learned  long time ago not to trust motherfuckers, because they hustle... thats what I learned from the streets... but fuck, I wanna trust... I wanna find a bad ass vato... an artist that tokes and paints... gets lost with me... we discuss friday, los 3 grandes de mexico, what it is to be xican@s... he lights sage and knows how to please me in every way... not only feeding me knowledge, but nourishing my soul with his words and tounge... (Oh yes, He is sooooo attracted to me... loves my scent, my eyes, my voice, my words... y ideas...) all I want to do is love us :)

(*simon, estoy de grifa)