Annars har jag haft en rolig,karoeki förlorande, spontan, chips och godis ätande och lite alkoholiserad fredagsnatt(igår). Vi var här i orten(som jag personligen tycker är skönare sätt att "festa" än stan). Det slutade med att jag somande vid kl 6,7,9,10tiden på morgonen so i dont know.. men jag vaknade till liv typ nu så lördagen har bara varit en seg, skön, filmtittande, avlappnade dag. Men nu har jag inte så mycket mer att berätta, känner bara för att skriva nån text/dikt call it what u wanna call it grej...
Den här texten heter "the f word"
If Im allowed to love, Im allowed to hate.
Im allowed to express my hate for the fucking state, which state it is dont really matter.
It still no goverment who helps poor for the better!
still wanna call me a hater? Then u would thank me later.
I fucking hate all of it fucking shit!
The money, the power, the royal every plan they use, every lie on the news, the perfect agenda they have so they never loose.
Fucking hate that they get to fucking choose who, what, when, where to kill, I dont know about u but I think they need to chill.
The stupid laws like "u cant smoke weed but its ok to get killed on pain pill". Pill is okey cuz their making profit of it, they get like some free money on ure new outfit. u dont even notice when u pay ure bill some of it is for the state that I proudly hate.
They say I should feel more secure but I met the police they choked me thats for shore. I felt secureless. They asked me if I hated them and I said yes!
They said we hate u more and to us u just a black hore. From that day my hate got bigger from that day I was a gun and they were my trigger.
But I got to have hope and faith that someday this fucking money game ends but til then I cant just sit there and fucking pretend.
Love it or hate it./ Mi mi mi Mikal
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