#Jr. and... nigga, coronavirus

It's not your fault, my melanin.

So I won't blame you.

Neither is it yours, medicine.

I can hear jail calling me.

My anger and the feeling of not being appreciated... summons me to jail.

Being beckoned for attention by those I blindly provide(d) for...

Only to have more required from me.

Be thankful for what you got.

Life is bipolar.

Welcome back here, #bitch.

Don't get goosed by the doorknob, #eviltwin.

If I kick a man in the stomach, I abort his love's baby.

If I slap a bitch Doug Funnie, I have issues with women stemming from my mom and Briana.

I can hear and feel jail calling me.

What good is a blowjob if you dont cum?

What is cum to buss?

If you never had mine, what difference is it to you?

Hold your balls and stop trying to break mine.

I have an obligation to #GothSubculture.

I should be up begging BaddieBaddie for nudes and trying to be #TheWhiteActionJackson for her beige ass.

I predicted Meg would win 3 Grammys. 

Whether her Hotties are catfishing me or otherwise.

I have revealed the power and mystique of Kash Doll.

To my detriment, loss, and overall depletion of my own sense of self.

Curtis Mayfield has been walking side by side with me through and down East Cleveland (fuckyiuawl!).

I really dont wamt to annoy this man or make him feel like my hardbody inentional iverdose of opium is his fault.

Mi go beat di fuwckgin SHIT atta James Brown dem.

But then jail.

Jail would answer the call of the wild.

And my luck is fucking up.

Squad cars as less friendly when they know you aint on vacation.

Brodie, leave me alone.

You dont want an autograph.

You want a Worldstar moment.

Speedy, don't get caught near me.

Like that.

Miss, I don't like condoms, I have a fledgling (rookie) Gothgirlfriend, so if it should go down, be straightforward with me and know you are not top priority over here.

I dont give a fuck where ya from.

Yes, Busta Rhymes (pause, nigga) and I have beef (which, in the long run, makes sense to the overall point I've been making).

This beef, along with Bad Boy's exploitation of Harlem and Def Jam's manipulation of Black folk, is, along with reason to stay clear of particular NY hoods, "fuel".

To and for The Sun.

And it is NEVER hot in jail.

Always cold.

Now, word is, inmates been firing pistols in lock-up.

So its Purge Season on the inside.

I just reconnected with my baby cousins.

I have a Gothgirlfried, who wants nothing more than to bear my seed.

And the Wonderwheel-like existence Crazh+Danjer and Tomorrow. 

....

I cant do this to myself.

I can't go back in.

Dont poke me.

I do poke back.

Since then, though... I discovered that, that's what some of y'all want.

You want me to lose my mind every time I'm mad.

I work on the other side of time.

Nowilayme, Serta.

#boyohboy 

#Jr. and the dollhouse.

 The metaphysics are intense.

New Daughter Names

Amethyst Crystal H.

Chaos Cynthia H.

New Son Name

Venom Christopher H.

So, in this world of pathetic infamy, I have been raising my children.

Tomorrow Trouble H.

Thelonious Quincy H.

Titus Dexter H.

Toddler Phillip H.

Tokya Layvelle H.

Kiana & Kiara Lady H.

Cadence Symphony H.

Soroya Phoenix H.

Grant+Gavin+Gunnar Michael H. (leers at Michelsons)

Danjer Annie H.

Crazh Lightning H.

Delirious Richard H.

Nature Nina H.

Nirvana Curt H.

Karma Heather H.

Omen Bartholomew H.

Light Aura H.

Heavy Harold H.

Now, to be clear, Tomorrow T. is and was the first of her kind. And her middle name was Song.

Tomorrow Song Hamilton. 

Time and inbreeding went on and by, and...... long story short, MorrowMorrow is trouble.

Trouble like T-Roy.

Tomorrow is a superultramegastar.

The world can only wonder about

Villain. Rain H.

Yes, nigga.

Period.

The damn... put the damn period damnthedamn period.

Nigga.

Starkle_eyeS.

{alas, SEGA and I have broken up; we may cross paths, but after 128 trillion and 33 years, we have gone our separate ways}

#boyohboy 

#Jr. speaks.

 If I die poor,

Live rich.

#boyohboy 

#Jr.'s purple devil emoji

 

#boyohboy 

#Jr.'s Sinestropiece

Sonario H, nigga.

#boyohboy

 

Jr. grows up.

June 6th, 2021.

Thank you, John Galvin, for your handsome donation.

As previously stated, FDAliens are first priority.

In fact, here we are.

If you want a copy of Sixy/6c, visit my Facebook profile (facebook.com/NiGHTSVentura) and ask KINDLYNiCELYSWEETLY for a copy.

Set up a date and time for them to burn a copy for you on their laptop/computer.

Buy a blank disc before you get to them, so they won't have to do much.

 

But...

--ALIENS!

$12, baby.

And like that, 

%{%}[%](%)

#boyohboy

(This was produced by Charles Atari Hamilton)
 

6c

So, here's the goal.

Above is the first single to my (#Jr.) final album.

It's called "DuckDuck Goose".

The album is called #6c.

And it's a part one (#6c).

Part two's release is pending on the success of...

"DuckDuck Goose"

Even knowing details about part two is based on the success of...

"DuckDuck Goose"

The goal is to raise enough money to release #6c and the subsequent part 2 as a deluxe edition CD.

It will cost $600 to produce.

And there won't be many copies.

And it will be on a first come, first serve basis.

PRIORITY?
FDAliens.

In fact, here we are.

You, as a StarChaser, have to prove you love me more than they do.

I have doubted many things, since entering the music business.

I NEVER doubted their love.

But what I've been through has led me to believe that their love has strayed.

And what they have been through ("nigguuuuuuhhhhh...") has led them to believe that my love WILL stray.

Eat it, nigga(s/z).

But yeah.

You love me?

Beat them.

How?

You can either pay me a lump sum of $600 or send payments toward it.

Best case scenario, the album will be out Summer 2021.

PayPal: c.hamilton2k20@outlook.com

CashApp: $thephenom1718

Today makes 5 years since #MamaJ_R. passed.

I'm gonna be mourning and... hopefully, I can get a drink.

Maybe a beer.

Good morning, y'all.

#boyohboy