Call me Sonders, the Obscure intellectual BEAST

nothing surprises me more than my imagination of your sex. tell your mother that i love you, and tell you DADDA: that  i want to replace him. na na na,,.. idk him but from our last convo on the Bus Transit, he didnt seem like he gave you shelter, and/or i mean much... love

Girl, I'm all addicted to is U; and.... I LIKE the IMAGE of you,  and if you really tutored math, you would understand it when i tell you that I'm your PRE-IMAGE /// andand... and it wouldn't be lying 2 U if i WROTE 2 U, THAT you had me THIS WHOLE TIME, when ALL you FIRST JUST said me 2 ME was: HIIII!

i bet you delicious,   and to the ones that we already kissed, ii know you still hypnotized by my taste, and im just a natural lover, leader, and father/mother,  ..   ima mix of 2pac luv with a pinch B.I.G mixed with BTNHarmony.

i have so many names, that i dont even want to tell you em, so many false accusations i feel like Harrison Ford in the Fugitive. its SAD that i have to resort to a psychiatrist, when ALL I NEED is just "you",  either to my future wife, most of my Ex's, potential slutty hoes, and my mistrisses.   (you didnt have to RUN, and me either,  LOVE IS SCARY)

so dont show me any hate, when i already to TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU; but im stuck behind the xanax bars since my mom constantly reminds im going to jail. i'M still smoking my back pains away. gotta A nigga needing Promethazine/Codeine....but i aint got medicaid!

  

 BECAUSE I CANT HANDLE MY MENTAL PAINS THAT LEAD TO MY PHYSICAL PAINS AS I BEGIN TO SLIGHTLY CRY, I NEED HELP, BUT YOU AIN'T AROUND. 

cALL Mr. SONDERS. AKA  iZZY wHit.E