The response from my first post here was pretty rewarding so ill continue for now. Relationship problems everyone goes through, me personally I've been flying straight into them lately!
Everything clears and the sunrise is beautiful, only to turn your back for one second and a perfect storm brews an inch away. You really got to love the person to be able to stick their shit! Obviously they really got to love you to deal with yours...
By nature we are all self righteous I believe, but in a retarded way. Somehow we always try to do what's best for us and what we believe to be the best for the other-half. More unknowingly than not biased and slightly twitched towards your own benefit.
Emotions fuck with your brain, and if you got a nut sized one like me then your always the underdogs, simply because you can't remember!
I think we getting through to each other now aren't we? Just got a coffee now, go make one...This may be a loong read bitches!!!

Last thing I want to do is upset you, readers. Without you eyeballing my syllables i've not got much sense to be here typing away to the constant tick-tock of the fucking clock above my head hung to the left. I'd be staring at my frigidity hands, taking fleeting glances at the screen for those all too common typo's for sweet shit fuck all. So basically instead of therapy this would be working as the perfect inverse.

A radio D.J. speaking to his listeners makes a shout out, first caller that phones in wins the first prize. A beautiful vacation in the rolling hills of Fiorenze...
Hyped up D.J swings to his microphone and starts animatedly trying to grapple the audience in their cars on the way home or shop owners bored out of their fucking skulls rre-folding the same fuxking t-shit for the 50th time, wishing to just put a match to the fucker.
His fingers twitch at the rubber knobs, pumping some wicked beats as he spits his nasal voice through the airwaves hitting antennas and translated out of speakers everywhere on the Island.
The moment of ultimate excitement is a verge for the D.J, this is the shit he lives for...
****This is 8 LIKE 11 DAY, THE MOMENT IS HERE!! THE FIRST PERSON TO CALL NOW WILL WIN THE HEEEEEAAAAD PRIZE!!!!!!*****

In anticipation he looks to his flashing hotline and tries to decide which one of the hundreds to pick up, but wait....
The tears in his eyes must have misted up his view a little, he wipes his face with his stale spunk cloth and looks down.....
Not a bleep, not one fucking god damning bastard GO or VO son's of bitches light flashing away.
He mumbles some humbo jumbo into the black spit soggy shit head of an overgrown looking black head microphone at his nose and silently he dies.

I've got to give proper thanks and praise to the inspirational friend who caused me to find out what a blog is and to start writing here.... You know who you are mate....Cheers!
Now all you square eyes do your part and spread the word that there is a fucked up worm on this Island writing what he sees and feels, spreading it on this wicked web and it's not to be tamed! After all logistically, it takes me an hour to write this shit and you maybe 15 mins to read it. To be fare atleast you should get 3 other friends to read me. Together we'll make it all worth while! Now pablo no2 is making his move on the other screen so I gotta go watch his amazing show....... hahahhaa you decide!....DEAL?