Musings: Pork Ramen with an Egg cooked on the stove everyday after School. (added soy sauce for special occasions [extra umami + salt.]:D

Backseat performance driver in a booster-seat.

There’s some indefinite conclusion in coming forth with honesty and sharing in your work.
I tippy-toe and peep-toe and hoe-rake the world like an acre of vine tomatoes.

Zest means je ne seqious in Italian.
It seems straight to the point even if it’s an archaic word and we use it so undeemingly.

Something special and it’s mostly for food and I use it a lot for someone’s work.

Pizzazz is italian for Siciliy’s favorite-term pinachscu which is like ‘’”pinnochio-sneeze” to a Mother Tongue Brain.
You’re lying about the new business.

I hate when my mind wanders into “Marine-brain.” The self over-explainer that hates saying what I do for work. Because it looks so simple.
It seems childish almost that my funny ways of paving the economy towards a better world for us, at least in my own role as Altoinoint and Gridlock – it can be overwhelming.
I read my own writing like “ol girl was ona doozy huh 3 weeks ago.” [in passing just to see what I was up to and make up for in later sentiments. Usually embarrasment, shame, guilt, doubt, and indecision are what gets me. Break out the lotion and skincare.

{Over-obsessive Exzcema seeking to be soothed by whatever it takes.} (Sensory-overload mini-breakdown and pre-emptive Panic Attack basically.) [go take a fucking Rorshach 99.7th percentile to the remainder of Pi on the 2013 12 year old results.] (“‘I’ve had combat veterans less stressed out than you and you’re a 12 year-old girl in Middle School. I’m confused how this comes about…zzz….’” 4 years into being Altoiont after 26 IEDs and sneaking away for 3 weeks and forgetting I was gone bc of Time Blindness when I’d show back up to NC Public School lmaoooo – I was the Combat Veteran in the room what do you mean we are not different at all looolllzzzsss honkhonk))

I re-read my latest post and it takes about 6 perspectives to talk about the same thing.

That’s how you fucking write a newspaper.
Glee club, Academic Derby, A/V Kid that gets called out of Class. The one that switches HDMI cords. The kid that helps bring the ceramics to the kiln.

Which most kids are really scared of – but it’s like a 78 degree microwave for 4 days.
It’s not as hot as you think.
Boiler rooms get up to 178 degrees naturally up to 4000 and dudes just keep messing with the handle and doesn’t wear gloves.
People walk on molten lava rocks and find it soothing somehow in Hawaii.
They’re like 98 degrees.
Some parts of the world get over 400 degrees naturally – of course people don’t live there but they roam through it.
LIke asphalt heating up the city to 40 degrees higher than the news forecast.

It’s healthy to sweat while you’re on your way.
I think that’s a good thing even in figurative analogous reasoning of some sort – I find comfort in this methodology at least.
Ecology is just going with it and seeing what springs up then suddenly every 8 Years is Bounty.

Orchestra was next to Computer Class and that’s where the Keyboarding sojourners went to bullshit until Robotics Club when All-County Prep wasn’t in session. What a dimebell to put us in the back corner away from the jocks playing season and touring teams at the rec center and choosing not to play on the school’s team (attached somewhere else professionally lmao).


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