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CHASE (memoir) SNIPPET from CHAPTER 6 feat. Music Made By FUNKY-AS-U-LIKE dated THIS MONTH playing in the background & another POET typing on YOUTUBE.
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CHASE (memoir) The Unfinished ManuscriptÂ
Funky-As-U-Like (snippet)Â
I was addicted to the way I felt when I was thinking about funky-as-u-like. Without knowing how, from where or when it become this much, I just simply loved him from the bottom of my fucking gut. I loved him in that obsessive, possessive, intense and cringe-worthy way because I didn’t know of love or what it was or even felt like. I only knew what he had shown me and I felt it hit. I only loved him the way I did because I knew no other way. I believed with my entire being that I was the person who I was back then because of loving him. He was every reason, every hope and every dream I’d ever had (at that point - and it never faded until 2023 when I met my future-proof MUSE who I still love ‘intently’) I thought I knew everything like you do when you’re young and in love (for the very FIRST real TIME) you know when you’re in love; as the saying or quote or what-the-fuck-ever that thing they say when ‘’you can’t sleep because finally your reality is better than your dreams’’. Well, I really couldn’t eat, sleep, shit, think, wank without him init. In my mind at all times. I couldn’t go a minute without thinking of funky-as-u-like. I’d catch myself smiling for no reason then realise.. Yup! I’m thinking of him again. Stupid meaningless things meant so much to me, I put heavy weight on stuff like: cute text messages, long replies, love letters, mix-CD’s, photo, phone calls, sexy funny emails, MSN chat messages not to mention all the little things I hadn’t yet to experience like, tight hugs, kissing, holding hands, cuddles and that kind of thing. Even just typing his username funky-as-u-like sends shivers down my spine and trust me when I say that this man however funky he may or may not have been he is completely 100% well and truly dissolved out of my system and the only residue left in my mind are the echoes of songs and his music mixes. I still sometimes listen to his mixes but the rest of that infatuation bullshit is done with. Just so you know, for the record I left him in the end, but he pushed me before I jumped, and then gave me enough rope to hang myself with so I left him, knowing that I still fucking loved him and yes, I lived to regret it. Little did I realise he had orchestrated the whole thing and I didn’t stand a chance at staying with him whether I liked it or lumped it he dumped me but made me believe it was me who had done the dirty deed and that it was all my own fault why and how I had fucked up both of our futures and the lives of our unconceived kids, one of each, girl and boy, Star and Spike (later in life I named two of my own dogs these names so there! One in the eye for you mister!) hahaha It was all in the idea of making me have dreams and wishes beyond the means of reality. He told me he would fuck me til we made these babies and even when we were holed up for an entire weekend in a cheap hotel in Brighton, I was lucky if I got to taste him cum even once, let alone wipe any away from my ankles where it should have been splashing on after running down my thighs onto the ankles and between my fucking GOD DAMN toes!!! Cunt he was. Making me EXCITED (you can imagine me, with all these HIGH HOPES) my imagination was ignited and he kept on stoking the flames….x
