Bitches and Ho's

What we see can cause us malady if we believe things that r fallacy.  Rumors about me stem from my family and the prostitutes from Muncie.  What a group to believe.  They always have something up their sleeve.  Muncie was ho central for the universe.  The lead sex crimes detective was a prostitute.  She was blond Charlie's Angels pretty, but a little awkward in front of me.  Maybe today her dead and frying corpse could say, "We shouldn't have treated you that way."  I say, "Alexis stay away.  You are mean every day."

In our culture prostitution is actually not as street as is presented in media.  These women are diseased.  Most are SPRITES.  They live a fairly cherished life.  Beating of prostitutes is telepathic, and it is an sadomasicistic play.  It makes them feel prized that day.

Ladies you need to get out of the industry because it is about to change.  Psychopathic pimps are gonna play.  It doesn't matter if you like it that way.  These men are noticing telepathic malady.  No more my way because they need to defame you publically to stay looking normal in a way.

I will just say for the record that I am straight.  I have been forced to be physical with really nasty ho's.  I am not diseased, they all are.  I never did anything but charity for Samantha at the YWCA.  She admitted to me right away, verbally, that she was a crack whore.  Oh yeah, like I am gonna jump on that-no teeth.  On the other end of the spectrum, I did not bed and wed any of the sorority girl prostitutes in Muncie.  If you believe that I even talked to them longer than a few minutes, you too are diseased.

I have been telepathically prostituted unconsciously.  It is highly illegal.  I did not know what precarious positions friends and family put me in.  Blacks liked it, but never were a part of it.  Wilson, in Muncie got close to actual and telepathic pimping of me. 

I have never been a prostitute and never will.  Men have given me gifts who have been physical with me, but it was not an option to say no.  They were very wealthy.  I have been kind to everyone in that industry.  I do not judge, I just know it was not for me.  I believe that it is stupid to give a woman money who takes your time and energy and can then open their pie holes about your anatomy and state of impotency.

I sit on a bar stool fatigued from work.
An older gentleman sits down and is not a jerk.
I talk about my father and he sees the reality.
Someone needs to step in before a greek tragedy.
His Hell's Angel ring shine for all to see.
He is Midland Texas royalty.
In conversation he asks to marry me.
I said it is time for him to be free.
We went back to his quack shack.
I was scared, but just laid back.
His face was about to change.
Skeletor, yes I know you are strange.