Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Your like a sore on the roof of my mouth that won't heal because I can't stop tounging it.

That's not a bad thing Gledwood. It just means I can't forget about you. Even when I try to go as high as possible or as low as possible. This song is about loosing your mind.
For everyone who has ever lost their mind. Myself and Gledwood included.

9 comments:

Gledwood said...

where is my mind where is my mind where is my mind did i leave it behind? where where where is my mind? and do i mind?

Valerie said...

O Anna Anna Babe

WHY THIS OBSESSION WITH THAT FUCKWIT GLEDWOOD? You really need drastic psychotherapy on this one. I can't believe I'm saying this. Seven years chained to a bed in a Cambodian brothel I did and my counsellor said I had "issues of sexual trust" well WOULDN'T YOU??! Normally I wouldn't advise anybody waste their time with a counsellor but you, Honeytits, you sound like you really need it.

As for the suicide shit. That's obviously a lack of Dilaudid speaking. I felt suicidal when I was in that shithole of a women's jail on only 800mg methadone. I willingly accepted the detox in order to bring down my tolerance for a bit.

The old crack was making me see and hear an old witch cackling over her couldron. The doc said it was just to be expected after a lifetime of hard drugs abuse. But that fucking old hag kept me awake all night with her cackling laughter. Except when I was bombed outta me head on illicit Rohypnol.

I've never been cheased by a giant teddybear like you have, but I do have irritable bowels syndrome as I said before. That involves a constant fluctuation between football-sized lumps of constipation and the raving shits that squirt out so fast you wouldn't believe it. So I thoroughly sympathize with what you're going through with this bipolar disorder.

Now darling are you going to divorce this saddo cyber husband of yours or shall I turn up at yours with a twelve-bore and shoot you right between the eyes. Put you right out of your misery that would. I've SEEN that loser Gledwood. Not only does he look like a homeless as he himself says but he stinks, is covered in needle marks including where he's shot up in that vein on his forehead. And he hasn't washed his straggling hair in about ten years. Looks like an about-to-be-binned floor mop it does.

Now Honeybuns cheer up why doncha. I sent ya a lovely million-milligrams pot of neat Dilaudid. It was addressed to Anna Grace Old. That's your name isn't it? 2057 Cedars Drive, Green Bay, WI, USA.

If you didn't get it some unsuspecting motherfucker's gonna be extremely happy that's all I say!

Email me soon, I want to know you're OK. As for that anonymous saying you're a big mac addict ~ so am I,darling, so am I. Only ever want one after a golfball sized shot of China White Heroin which means I'm about 200lbs overweight... but there we go!

Ta-ra sweetypies and CHINA UP.

Fuckit china white on the brain, me. I meant CHIN UP.

BYE BYE BABY AND KICK THAT FUCKING LOSER GLEDWOOD OUTTA YOUR MIND. YOU'RE WORTH SO MUCH MORE!!

Your loving friend

Valerie

xoxoxox

Anna Grace said...

Valarie you old cow,

I love dirty men. The less he washes his hair the better. That Gledwood is so sweet. I heart him.

Thank God for the Dilauded you've sent because I'm sick as a dog, as my dog would be after eating parts of me while I lie there dead after shot gun blast to the head.

I'm gonna post a graffic suicide on blog today. Its of a American congress man who shots himself in the head on live TV.

don't get ideas of shooting old Bruce with a shotgun to the head.

Be safe china white queen.

Tell gledwood that I'm the worst thing that could happen to him. He's lucy I'm 3000 miles away.

All my love you daft cow.
Xoxoxox

Valerie said...

And RSVP this time you miserable sow. Do you KNOW how difficult it is to tap that shit into a blackberry with one whining husband asking where the last quarter key of crack has gone and two little shits. I mean little DARLING KIDS whingeing away in Chinese that they want their dinner. Fucking Chinese nanny did a runner when she realized we were A-grade druggies didn't she. Now I'm lumbered with 2 kids fluent in Mandarin who barely know a word of English. They go to the Chinese school down the road. Thought it would be an investment in their future, didn't I. How was I to know English lessons were barely on the curriculum? Least it means Brucey and me can have a private conversation about the whos/what/wherefores of our Conspiracy to Supply All Australia With pure A-grade white smack doesn't it. But apart from that it's a real fucker not being able to communicate with your own offspring.

Does your Mr Kim know any English at all? My colleagues up in those Burmese Hills say he's fluent in Cantonese which is a bit of an inconvenience considering the local languages are Burmese, Thai and Wa with a bit of Shan thrown in.

If he is, once he's done stirring the latest 10-tonne batch of shitty brown heroin into nectar of the Gods (China White) would you PLEASE arrange for him to come down here. I don't care how fucking doddery he is, or that he is patently half blind. Long as he can keep my unruly kids in order and interpret for me what the living shite they are saying, he's my man.

Gotta go darling, more crack to pipe.

PS that fucking witch shut up her constant mumblings soon as I was outta the can. See what prison does to ya? Sends yer nuts. I reckon that brown bear you saw on that crack binge, manic episode whatever the fuck it was... I reckon it was a symbol of the love you have for your oxycondom-filled old dad. I'm into psychotherapy meself, long as it's purely drug-related and I'm high on drugs when I do it. Otherwise it's like sobriety. Complete fucking waste of time!!!

Yours noddingly

Val

XxXxXxX

Valerie said...

O you beat me too it you fucking bitch. Thought you were going to ignore me, as per usual, I did.

What are you saying? You like stinking, scummy 100 year old looking homeless guys? Well you've found the mother of 'em all with that Gledwood, that's for sure.

Stank the house out he did in our last new year's eve party. Guests had to crowd round the barbecue and Bruce's burnt sausages just to escape the stench.

What do you mean "don't get ideas of shooting my Brucey through the head"..? Only comfort I have in life is that fantasy, babes. Truly, apart from the smack and crack that's my only comfort.

It's true the bastard invests our money in respectable enterprises: gambling houses, strip joints and whorehouses, but I'm sure I could do without him.

NOW PLEASE DO YOU KNOW OF ANY BILINGUAL MANDARIN-ENGLISH SPEAKING NANNIES PREFERABLY WITH AN OPEN MIND AND/OR DRUG HABIT WHO WOULD BE WILLING TO LOOK AFTER MY LITTLE SHITS 24/7.???

I'm willing to pay $100,000 a year just to have the little blighters taken off my hands.

I would get them adopted but Bruce bursts into tears then rides that lawnmower bare ass naked more than ever when I suggest that one.

Oh what a shitty life this is.

Personally I can't wait till the first 2 tonnes of that fresh batch of gear come through.

The current one we're on has been up an illegal immigrants anus. Smells that way too, specially if you cook it up too long.

Got to go honey. Bruce is trying to steal my pipe. As per normal

Take care and have a good time on the Dilaudid

Yours truly

Val

XxXxXxX

Gledwood said...

Anna your time stamp is one hour out is says nine in the morning when it's actually 10

Gledwood said...

according to this website. http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/city.html?n=64

or did I fuckingmiscaculate as per usual

Anna Grace said...

Thanks for telling me about my time stamp. It is 10:06 here. Ur always right.

Gledwood said...

no i was wrong because i posted at 9:38 your time and thought it should have been 10:38 because I'd forgotten how long ago I posted so I was WRONG WRONG WRONG!!!!

YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT AND VALERIE IS ALWAYS RIGHT BUT I'M WRONG

WRONG
ALL WRONG! ALL ALONG. ALL WRONG!