
fuck I've just spent the last five days at my aunties place doing some deep-cover internal house-cleaning and skeleton clearing. It's fucking hard work, don't get paid except for expenses, and then faced with people who don't want to deal with their problems even when they've been brought fully out into the open. But that's all good, at least I got the natural high of wailing on the scumhole drug dealer that my cousin's been seeing, shame he didn't get put away, and he's not going to get the message, but y'know, I don't get paid enough to see him out of the picture forever, so let's just hope he vanishes in a cloud of smoke yeah. Anyway, I did it all for love, and in return my heart has become full to bursting point so that whenever I close my eyes I feel the happiness and joy of that beyond that is just in front of us. booyah!