amnesia2015

I don't like the people in this shelter and i was going to say black but i don't want to down my obaama vote. Everytime somebody speaks in this shelter i just feel a pounding in my head, and it's the sort of pounding you get when you return to the world from saying your nigger electronic republican who's medication deprived for two years for voting Obaama It's 2015 and the tech (staff people) of the Brc shelter keep bleeding words. No smoking for dieing black man who mumbles. I'm shaking with amnesia. The screaming through me aches from everytime these people speak at this shelter and the amnesia appears if i sleep. Fate would only have me write if it really hurts and it does all day and nights. My insides ache for a cigarette i feel people's hands again, moving, like cum. The maxx had Julie Winters and I have anna the ghost. Something tries to distract me again, words i can never recover. A nigger nurse keeps my medication locked away from me thar she stole from my locker with staff. Some spic woman bitches again i can't stand her words. These words have a long traditiom in Lou Reed lyrics, Lou Reed at Occupy Wallstreet at Columbus flashes by. I remember loving everyone-it's 2011 at Zuccatti Park and Jack Keruac's soul finds me the Occupation. Sometimes the voices have surpises like a park full of my people. Theodore Mapes is the first person i meet. There's nugget,cocaine and the crips protecting is from the NyPd. This is home, under a Hello Kitty tent i am home. Don't be that guy is the phrase in the tent across from me currently being interviewed for High Times magazines. Trucks of wikileaks and Eastern Bag shadow outside the park. Guarding our fortrace. Remember, remember the 15th of November. I smoke a cigarette out of the two cartons i stole from my little nemo on Hbo run at Jfk. It's 2015 and somebody smashes my concentration on my 347 Obaama phone. Occupy Wallstreet is Barak Obaama's Woodstock and he is black J.f.k.