F***

Hey motherfucker I saw that shit!
Why the fuck did the ghost blogs get so many views so quickly? Especially the one about the dream and the one concerning the me waking up situation?!?

Yo, that shit happened to me and I'm not fucking around.

FUCK MANE
Go read a book or some shit, if yo a mofuckin G then stop reading this shite an smoke a J or something.
I'm not telling ya'll 'bout mah ghostly encounters... you think I'm fucking around.

Nope, not a criminal in any intent. Just some random son o' gun who happens to be what yo reading 'bout.
If you reading.

Psychologically I'm a schizo-effective. So try not taking everything I say to heart.
It's possible that I may have hallucinated a lot of those things but I only can name a pittance of those very things which could be deemed very real in the eye of sanity.

And so society wants to hear about ghosts and shit?
I ain't got nothing.

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