Anyone please add any freestyle writing that comes to mind. I just cannot understand, why a man, would spread his hand, cuffed, with money concealed to a stranger, desires to mame her, turn her lame. Beat her until she is insanly possessed by death,possibly. but the word death cannot express the emotion fealt, dealt with, it is like a celtic, ritual. Before I said a fistful, of money, and honey i plan to keep the subject hungry, for sin. For sin is spread within these womens cunts. I said **** and the subject is blunt, but, if you are still reading you must have come to the point. A wrecked women in detroit, stands. Legs wide, "Fifteen dollars and your dick can be inside,---- me -." She explains. Her eyes turned a lame color of gray, if she could, she would say, Niggah please I wont be, on that dick today. You could not pay for such a gift. But these womens clits hang dirty. "Give me thirty and I will do anything you want." They aggressivly taunt, yearn, groan, moan over money paid. Money today is not diapers for a, Bay bay, It's just enough for a rock, A rock that I will stick in my sock and lock away. Until later today when I find a gay, man who knows the hand I have been dealt. Who knows how I work for my wealth and does the same. Postitution will never change, but it can be tamed. These women claim to be worthless. Pull the curtains, that show society shut. Did jesus walk with the rabais' or did he walk with those who took it in the butt. Those who were "corrupt." Those who may have had eyes wide, but were forced to keep them shut. So we must, join hands and bust, the barrier between a scarier philosphy then we already read. These people may be, -junkies- but these people be.