💥 So, in gladiator
by Cat Bambini 💥
no one saves your life.
You get up on stage, in
an arena, and people
eat popcorn while
you live or die.
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💥 The psycho hosebeast
by Cat Bambini 💥
Lives upstairs.
In a rage now.
Just off the rocks?
Never.
No comment.
So boring.
Juarez.
Blocking all everything.
Everyone lets her?
Because she’s a whiney miserable
narcissist sex slave?
Okay?
What does that have to do with my life?
And Ambrose?
And me making money?
All day long dark arts.
Evil eye.
Stomping.
Rape vibes.
Nobody can ever get her off my phone
or computer.
What the hell?!
Good thing the phone doesn’t work anymore and I’m just talking to Italia.
What the yuck.
Her sole purpose in life.
To make me miserable.
Pray for her to stop.
Medicine.
Money.
Someone to give an actual fuck, ever
in the bay.
Thanks.
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💥 Happy birthday to me
by Cat Bambini 💥
no.
You cannot drag me into gulags
woman.
Can I be allowed to have tech?
Or money?
I found some food pantries.
I was allowed.
To like take a break from explaining.
I fell into an old patriarchy.
Where women are chattel.
They make up whatever.
This will trend, wtf.
You keep on listening so I know
you love it.
Just whoa.
Does anyone wanna sponsor me in
moving apartments?
Gay rapist.
And a new computer.
Nobody gets it.
So complex.
Wtf?
Ambrose?
I can’t explain.
Cutie.
Can someone ship me some Adderal.
Or speed?
Wtf.
god bless.
Sorry nihilists.
Thanks for being there.
Sparkle pony.
Priceless.
Don’t cry.
You’re making me cry.
Man am I that pathetic.
Shhh.
You too.
♥️🔊🔊🙄☠️🍀💰😝🤬🍳🇩🇪🏀🪩🔜🍞💪😞
💥 No more lip syncs
by Cat Bambini 💥
Not for now, at least.
You know the story?
I don’t.
Somebody wants to know.
Always.
Ahead of schedule.
Me too!
Like when did she go, finally?
Was it related to my message
to Ambrose?
In my phone notes?
Or on Instagram?
Who else is listening to all my
tunes.
I am not playing DJ.
Otherwise, wishing Germany.
For food, only.
Everything else is slow.
But real.
Idk.
Someone gave me a lot of
something to smoke.
So what.
It’s medicine.
I can’t share the stories anymore.
Not enough food.
From any avenue.
Sorry about Ambrose.
Did I finally get them out of
the upstairs?
He says no.
I think they are gone now.
But they got a broad.
No.
Banned.
Not in DC.
Just bored.
And other things I’ve mentioned.
♥️
💥 I’m just so over it
by Cat Bambini 💥
I am allowed to visit with anyone
I want, but that groupie.
She needs to rape me.
The black thing needs my fam
to get taken down for a big
coke deal.
Is it because I have tattoos?
So I need to add synthetics
and porn and claims to
the Oakland DV case?
No way?
My ex bass player is afraid of
glass.
He broke one on his head after
I got claimed twice in south
Korea, due to celiac?
No?
Cat fishing.
Cool.
So the police came.
No lie on the report.
Check it.
Otherwise I think I have food
stamps.
I hope.
Can’t make a phone call.
My phone bill ended today.
Sorry.
They’re competing.
Wtf?
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