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Desperately Seeking Susan
Creolesoul
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Hiya
Sent 8th October 2022 00:54am
Dear fake kat
I found out why you look weird. You have a rubber suit on. 😂 Yep, that's what everyone on here said. Black don't crack, but black smokes crack.
If you want to know who I am....look into the pit.
Have a wonderful day looking at that fake moon and professing a God you do not know
See what I have to deal with.., when mental sickness makes up fake profiles, I have to deal with, from here to Youtube, then back on here..
Slow down crazy woman, fake
How many active accounts do you have on here, you are the fucked up bitter snake
The lunacy of a swine’s ass and his snout
A low IQ and nothing to brag about
Most would say take the higher road
I have, however, let’s face it, you keep stalking and harassing me, you should know you cannot compare Cubic Zirconia to gold
I do not know if you are bored, jealously, or envy of my beautiful French Haitian Creole skin
My success, outside this place is your hatred, your problem, not mine if you are trying to look in
I do not post up here as one profile then change the images of profiles, I will say, put on Barbie Doll clothes
You are not that sharp of a mind if an intellectual mind already knows
You fake slithering bitch with lies coming out of your mouth
Tired pictures dust in the menopause of your drought
You must have a meaningless life
To the stench of your red rose, and your blue heart to the males profile you parade about,
still issuing lies utilizing your name in strife
I could really care less, who you are
And if Ted, John, or any other poet advised you they saw me
Mm… they would have told you.. very nice ass, tits, body, to the powers to be
You wanted a psychological war as you advised under your other profile
Desperately seeking susan, I hope you have a while
There is no time when you stake a claim of a poetic battle after you have declared
Some are not known to play fair
Just know I will go after every single hair
Having to make up false accounts do invade my inbox with hate
What... you’re craving my poetic powers, with that signature a of a heart and stingy ass flower
You keep going in circles, you stupid old woman, get it through your skull this is real life
And I know who you are, hiding the rock when you are way out of line
Now you are invading my private time,
These people think I am the problem, no.. I am the solution to a poison, and cancerous person who have a distorted mind
I can see if you were man, at least I can show you my yoni, and we can dance
But no, an old cunt, with nothing better else to do, then annoy, I find it hilarious to say in least, when it hot after we take it to the streets
You get plucked trying to invade my vine
Wow… does it really take all this to try to bring this Creole Queen down
I told you desperately seeking susan I have your IP addresses, someone else has your intel.. and I never made a sound
But as I stated before, with your other two fake accounts on YouTube I had to block
Never underestimate the power of the owl or the Fox
And do me a favor do not ask any other poet to leave me a message on your behalf asking why you been blocked
Head chopped
A deranged poetess who does not think outside the box
You are the one sending hateful inbox messages to me, you are such a liar, the same IP address
I tried in vain not to advise these people what belies behind that envy is a sick pet
You may have others on here fooled but remember I know your trashy mental ass
Here is a news flash
I do not want to see your old tired sloppy clit or to see if you have a dick
I am not your bitch so save me the inbox mental trips
Therefore, just remember you stirred this shit
One thing about someone who has psychological illness they try to flip the script
It’s the ‘other’ person’s lies, it’s ‘their’ fault, that reflective blame game
Leaving in my inbox all these poet/poetesses on here saying they know the pedigree of my fame
Then having to erase your dumb ass rants
You need to worry about me when I do not chant
In Heaven there are shinning stars, in Hell, yours, the mind pushes lies very far
Evil and being envious opened my door, then begged for mercy through a Hummingbird not to reveal your shores
Polluted minds
The lack luster in the divinity of your nature does not shine
No identity crises noted from this side of the pond, desperately seeking susan, my mind is at peace and capable of its worth and all mine
I could only imagine Depends protective you wear, hum… such a pity when you cough
I now see why you use appealing images to get the male mind off
You are interchangeable with altered images of youthfulness, you are half a century you told us so.. and no more cream of anyone’s crop without being photoshopped
Thank goodness I know who I am, take me all as I stand
The fighter for life, the healer, the mortal dealer
Balancing fate and destiny when the scales have been shifted and souls are used to defame, to others, it’s allowed
No pity by words, choices, syllables or by vowels
I am not a textbook definition of being classified of deranged, hiding the real me in the sand
Life goes on Jeffrey Dahmer, mental health status of Ted Bundy, grand delusions of Son of Sam
Run yourself a bath cleanse you soul and your mind, start yourself all over
And make a wish you do not conjure two army men and your fakehood of witches, flying on brooms around here like they are all four-leaf clovers
You are the same person, desperately seeking susan since that is the role you use to fool no matter at any even chance
No matter how many eyes you invest you are still daddy’s like mental abuse Raggedy Ann
Who giveth until this sick woman to fool a woman as man
Secrets of what you are, and what the mental of your stance
I understand your mind poor little girl
Upside done in a twisted world
Sitting behind a computer screen
An old woman who uses false images to continue fables, myths, a fantasy, you are not even a wet dream
You still playing with Barbe Dolls on a social site
Anger words that take flight
Pick a cause, oh wait, you can’t, you still hiding behind words like you wear real men pants
Desperately seeking susan, with your sociopathic spotty body
Meditate to the universal, oh you do not believe in anything higher than your Ken and Barbie dolls on here
I am not here to entertain or smear
There is something sickening about a person, who has no conscious of action, those are the one I never fear
Aiming at the images, who is the dominant one
It’s a shame when your images have more intellect than the crazy mind from where they come from
Bring your teammates and step up to the Hunter’s bat
I bow to you grace, but my back will not be the one cracked
I feel sorry for you.. flashing your craziness like you took somebody to school
A midnight and sunrise fool
You are not dealing with someone with a GED, my mind I love it because it rules
The moon and the stars, is my intellect, ordained, and with my Heavenly Creator, I push it real hard
As we speak, you are a child, too far gone
Confused in your direction and tired, not even headstrong
To reinvent illustrations once the mirror has cracked
Never tell lines they said it break mama’s back
#Poem Based Of The Movie Desperately Seeking Susan starring Madonna
no longer a member
Hiya
Sent 8th October 2022 00:54am
Dear fake kat
I found out why you look weird. You have a rubber suit on. 😂 Yep, that's what everyone on here said. Black don't crack, but black smokes crack.
If you want to know who I am....look into the pit.
Have a wonderful day looking at that fake moon and professing a God you do not know
See what I have to deal with.., when mental sickness makes up fake profiles, I have to deal with, from here to Youtube, then back on here..
Slow down crazy woman, fake
How many active accounts do you have on here, you are the fucked up bitter snake
The lunacy of a swine’s ass and his snout
A low IQ and nothing to brag about
Most would say take the higher road
I have, however, let’s face it, you keep stalking and harassing me, you should know you cannot compare Cubic Zirconia to gold
I do not know if you are bored, jealously, or envy of my beautiful French Haitian Creole skin
My success, outside this place is your hatred, your problem, not mine if you are trying to look in
I do not post up here as one profile then change the images of profiles, I will say, put on Barbie Doll clothes
You are not that sharp of a mind if an intellectual mind already knows
You fake slithering bitch with lies coming out of your mouth
Tired pictures dust in the menopause of your drought
You must have a meaningless life
To the stench of your red rose, and your blue heart to the males profile you parade about,
still issuing lies utilizing your name in strife
I could really care less, who you are
And if Ted, John, or any other poet advised you they saw me
Mm… they would have told you.. very nice ass, tits, body, to the powers to be
You wanted a psychological war as you advised under your other profile
Desperately seeking susan, I hope you have a while
There is no time when you stake a claim of a poetic battle after you have declared
Some are not known to play fair
Just know I will go after every single hair
Having to make up false accounts do invade my inbox with hate
What... you’re craving my poetic powers, with that signature a of a heart and stingy ass flower
You keep going in circles, you stupid old woman, get it through your skull this is real life
And I know who you are, hiding the rock when you are way out of line
Now you are invading my private time,
These people think I am the problem, no.. I am the solution to a poison, and cancerous person who have a distorted mind
I can see if you were man, at least I can show you my yoni, and we can dance
But no, an old cunt, with nothing better else to do, then annoy, I find it hilarious to say in least, when it hot after we take it to the streets
You get plucked trying to invade my vine
Wow… does it really take all this to try to bring this Creole Queen down
I told you desperately seeking susan I have your IP addresses, someone else has your intel.. and I never made a sound
But as I stated before, with your other two fake accounts on YouTube I had to block
Never underestimate the power of the owl or the Fox
And do me a favor do not ask any other poet to leave me a message on your behalf asking why you been blocked
Head chopped
A deranged poetess who does not think outside the box
You are the one sending hateful inbox messages to me, you are such a liar, the same IP address
I tried in vain not to advise these people what belies behind that envy is a sick pet
You may have others on here fooled but remember I know your trashy mental ass
Here is a news flash
I do not want to see your old tired sloppy clit or to see if you have a dick
I am not your bitch so save me the inbox mental trips
Therefore, just remember you stirred this shit
One thing about someone who has psychological illness they try to flip the script
It’s the ‘other’ person’s lies, it’s ‘their’ fault, that reflective blame game
Leaving in my inbox all these poet/poetesses on here saying they know the pedigree of my fame
Then having to erase your dumb ass rants
You need to worry about me when I do not chant
In Heaven there are shinning stars, in Hell, yours, the mind pushes lies very far
Evil and being envious opened my door, then begged for mercy through a Hummingbird not to reveal your shores
Polluted minds
The lack luster in the divinity of your nature does not shine
No identity crises noted from this side of the pond, desperately seeking susan, my mind is at peace and capable of its worth and all mine
I could only imagine Depends protective you wear, hum… such a pity when you cough
I now see why you use appealing images to get the male mind off
You are interchangeable with altered images of youthfulness, you are half a century you told us so.. and no more cream of anyone’s crop without being photoshopped
Thank goodness I know who I am, take me all as I stand
The fighter for life, the healer, the mortal dealer
Balancing fate and destiny when the scales have been shifted and souls are used to defame, to others, it’s allowed
No pity by words, choices, syllables or by vowels
I am not a textbook definition of being classified of deranged, hiding the real me in the sand
Life goes on Jeffrey Dahmer, mental health status of Ted Bundy, grand delusions of Son of Sam
Run yourself a bath cleanse you soul and your mind, start yourself all over
And make a wish you do not conjure two army men and your fakehood of witches, flying on brooms around here like they are all four-leaf clovers
You are the same person, desperately seeking susan since that is the role you use to fool no matter at any even chance
No matter how many eyes you invest you are still daddy’s like mental abuse Raggedy Ann
Who giveth until this sick woman to fool a woman as man
Secrets of what you are, and what the mental of your stance
I understand your mind poor little girl
Upside done in a twisted world
Sitting behind a computer screen
An old woman who uses false images to continue fables, myths, a fantasy, you are not even a wet dream
You still playing with Barbe Dolls on a social site
Anger words that take flight
Pick a cause, oh wait, you can’t, you still hiding behind words like you wear real men pants
Desperately seeking susan, with your sociopathic spotty body
Meditate to the universal, oh you do not believe in anything higher than your Ken and Barbie dolls on here
I am not here to entertain or smear
There is something sickening about a person, who has no conscious of action, those are the one I never fear
Aiming at the images, who is the dominant one
It’s a shame when your images have more intellect than the crazy mind from where they come from
Bring your teammates and step up to the Hunter’s bat
I bow to you grace, but my back will not be the one cracked
I feel sorry for you.. flashing your craziness like you took somebody to school
A midnight and sunrise fool
You are not dealing with someone with a GED, my mind I love it because it rules
The moon and the stars, is my intellect, ordained, and with my Heavenly Creator, I push it real hard
As we speak, you are a child, too far gone
Confused in your direction and tired, not even headstrong
To reinvent illustrations once the mirror has cracked
Never tell lines they said it break mama’s back
#Poem Based Of The Movie Desperately Seeking Susan starring Madonna
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