I believe there is something arduous in context when it comes to self-explaining one’s self in the midsts of “talking to an open room” and that open room is basically anyone with Internet Access. This isn’t the first-time I’ve pulled off something like this. It simply was the first time I used my Name w/ Title for my work. Suddenly I’m the asshole and you don’t understand why Media (of-some-sort) Trivia Game & Skills be mf swanging’ on these roly-pollies;combustion-machines.
I don’t care about your fires bc I got the flame.
I put out the flames and I still be steamin bruh.
I like trains.
Therefore, I like turtles.
I also Justice.
I’ve studied, of course, I love Loopholes.
Punctuation gives me security;
But also incredible doubt.
Do you know what it’s like to think like a Fish but memorize like an Elephant then approach like a Lion?
I call “Squibble Court.” I did not make that up, someone Marine did, I just call it that; bc it’s common-vernacular in my Community.
My Community is more expansive than Community.
Dale ache vate hotteh.
Phew phew
Pew pew
Go da boom-boom
Of Sola.
Therefore,
Furthermore,
I retract –
Any notion of the people who don’t approve of my passion work that heals me because perfection doesn’t exist and ‘you’re the cracked-sunflower-seed-turned-over.
Steal my Fascismile? / What do you mean you’ve never heard of Fascismile Theory and you dare have an opinion on my work that doesn’t equate to what you think your husband does and he didn’t tell you for 18 years because he was under-contract for 24, and just stopped talking about it because of incessant fucking questions for 6 years and you still don’t understand my positionary role of the zich-ichy-thing that changed every 3 weeks to 5 years on a rolling schedule. / I’m calling out the shitty wives and lazy house husbands bc my coworkers have had enough and there are no more parties for me to branch your stupid fucking gender roles. [I hold babies gentler than my performance, task-managing tool and I raise them quicker than a summer garden reaching first-frost in my own backyard {a.k.a. Do Not Box Me In; you have yours; This is My Life.}
So yeah, I’m gonna synopsis that.
Synopsis] I don’t have the maturity of a fucking 14 year old Freshman Girl because that was almost 10 years ago, and frankly I was busy then, and I am monumentally busier now working at home than crawling out of the MF GALACTIC ABYSS CALLED+CALLED MY ROOM compared to the last years I worked in or around town and was like-sleepwalking-a-lot to follow my orders but I took the ham out of the split-pea-soup and I was in no way shape or form, puppet-mastering myself- I was fully aware the whole time; I’m actually just humble and have turned my rolling 365 jobs and today’s 1, 323, 876. 41 merged-positionary-roles into like 3 things daily because –
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