‘The Highly-Intelligent with the Will-to-Rise=to-Power will always offer resistance and upbringing. Why? They too will get bored. See what can happen.”
(icuic.)
+++ [sometime later.]
I keep finding myself fixated on a set of bloody candles, a labrynth moniker and bullhorn masks.
That episode.
And all its dreariness.
Finite seasons and we’re on 8 and we relish in it. Only 2 or 3 at a time. Maybe one.
They move fast like movies since that one i think 8 in season 6?
And I relive every notion of documentarian vs. lights [shoot. write-it.] camera action
And 30 years of reboots past season 3 to get picked up.
And near everyone looked the same.
Even the old guys.
Polished.
And the other Deb wasn’t a moniker or some other bullshit.
Dopplegangers through the seasons.
Prideful pruney prutye ones.
And then the one that does work as someone that works at the precinct.
Jesus, and cops have hated me for years..
why ?? they were notified years ago of my existence, residence, some shits or otherwise outlook and i avoided them and wouldn’t joke and snicker under my desk at resource officers drawing dove + grenades in the dove and grenade undead hoodie. [in the 7th grade to dareharder.greatly.]
And very few and the ones lingering and the nannied-ones
And the olders.
And i think of the people who have picked up [through-the-years.]: “”you sound like this book. You talk like that actor. You’re like a time warp to talk to. You have much too old of soul to tell me that age you saY YoU ARe.. More than cult-fiction would define your logic for your age.. . .. …””
And that goes from younger men to older men actions and statements.
Every hatted fellow and the first I handed a receipt to –
And you I said “Here’s Your Check –”
My entire world fell below me.
Like a Bourne to Bond Movie. I made those too.
Amnesiac; I paralied that and was just deeply
Tightly wound in red-thread and Kubrick Movies.
Something unwindy in how I get test-y
Asking why?
And somehow not many would relate to the media I like.
Look at.
“You like… really good. Like award-winning movies. You know different directors.?”
And a bitfch of different shock
To know band members and birthdays and lores I’ve told you from inter-netted
Hunts of query.
I found it online.
It’s tracked and recorded and discussing the proof is otherwise.
I searched it.
I’m telling you now.
Old. articles. All. the . time. . .
And some were different namesof mine
Or a case study and I was
Studied.
Why linger.
And suddenly I know why 10+ years of mention on the same yellow-tone
New mexico desert show is mentioned.
You knew I fucking wrote it.
Quietest around.. Who else in the family would get it and so sympathetic towards cigarettes and addiction.
Loony-tin Bins and reminders “she was crazy before.. You know?”
On request – instituionalized.
Recruit.
And the last one.
Everyone knew
And hours before [I left. Discharged. “Outpatient.’’”’]] I get mentioned
And they already read my site with the typewriter logo
And pay attention.
Avidly.
Wondering why it had been a few days since I posted, erratic.
And social media boards and –digitial creator- titles I didn’t request.
Left it all gone by now and I get emails.
They tell me it’s you’re talking shit.
So many different people mentioned.
Life moves on.
Gone from town.
Like being a kid and not getting to leave the house much except for school.
I got no friends and go nowhere.
Except groceries.
Why hangout with people you don’t care about?
Some pry and thinkyou’re getting closer for doing a favor.
Remember an Auntie;
Your Uncle did.
Wonderful Sculpter of Statues, indeed.
And the only reminder.
Talking exes
And my ex lingered around
And the girl that is his ex-girlfriend who won’t give up.
“Want to talk with you”
Well that’s sad.
I wasn’t shit until I was out making the news under my own name known in town
Or by anyone listening to me repel racists in cultural migration talks and my heritage
And cursing in polyglot under my breath with songs
And playlists and mentions.
Walk away can’t see couples today
Have you no shame?
All my exes cheating on me with coworkers;
They didn’t know who you were until I brought attention to the environment to –
Find me and you decided to include
Backpage digits.
Sly with slitits. Indeed.
And otherwise.
Jealousy is pretty rank.
They move on too.
I can talk celebrity and agency what’s new
Is it prime? No.
Unhappy for years and still struggling with very good moments everyday.
And I smell like them and they smell like me.
Bed dips with permanency.
And I never spend a night alone
For years now.
Just admitted the blindness part.
Secrecy and Gaslights;
I know how to brew kerosene.
Country blonde with red high heels.
Fisher of Carps for Siberia.
Play the game, like a svetlana-slut
And prime preppy with gingham and ginger hues on your cheeks.
Like a morninour sranadazyanzdo
And I drank one a few ago tonite
And waited for no one.
Just analyzing my own life.
No papers on the floor.
I hardly ever have a use for pens.
\
And my clarity is subjugated by the lens
I cracked for
Split pea soup.
Left no one.
Still got hurt.
Looks like you earned your wounds in blue ;
And they all surround me broken.
And somehow your jokes of Unity get to me
And I rather cry than say I didn’t sing a song a tune for freedom,
More than ever now.
And in symbol and digital crate-diggingI’ve been
Immortalized
And my work never to be snubbed by editor
And high-commmand is my below-ers telling me otherwise
What to order for food.
No more. Boardrooms.
Ever.
The WFH Solution.
No carpool.
Just fucking order it.
And that’s why QR Encryption back onthe day
Got the Wolf into
Stews.
91’ Elites. Broken + Poor; Military.
Like they were 30 years before.
It’s good to see some things stay the same.
Like orange essential oils.
Put the popsicle in the orange ade.
There’s no way it’s gonna taste right with the good orange juice
If you don’t put the spun-shit.
Ye gots to do et.
Fakery or factory
Well
I ain’t got a centrifuge or 3D Printer nomores
No on sight.
Site.
They do.
And it’s the same way that sold gallons
Back inthe day.
Native-American Made.
Tell me another dirtbag that could be this committed to
Handmade Mud.
And that’s qyioloquo for Fry-Bread Maker.
How bout that.
Danishes one day or? Greasy burger?
I don’t know what I want tomorrow.
Stress until I leave for another
Excursion.
. . .
[I think the only real justification I can make to myself in-honesty. Know I’ve sinned and repelled and hurt in more tiresomely painful ways than cheating… they only pointed out those figures bc they surrounded my day-to-day undercover investigations life. Not the first time it’s happened to me, but hurts always and every time.
I don’t believe they really cared for those individuals besides in the action of how it would hurt me. It could be attachment. I think “control” would be bieane-niasis to say. Only chaos and chance to hurt me in finding out. I knew for years. If I can hide undercover; I can hide knowing i’ve been cheated on. A lifetime of cloudy doubt and many-chances-later… the whisks of a life changing take over.
So do the goomahs and so do our fancies and attachments. Healthy or Otherwise.
What the hell am I gonna do with all these consented fertilized future surrogate egg-babies? Already telling me how they’re gonna find all of em’ just like the sperm-donor babies.
Those Old Men get around to all of them.
Why’re ya so tormented inside intellectually?
and the man you’ve noticed for 5-15 years makes his appearance.
it’s 27-37 when mine found out.
before 6 I grew up with them, all the others woofie.
2-3 years in difference and I didn’t get to see ya.
The shittiest non-mother galacticstardust-carrier there could be.
Marvel-ous. you kids are indeed. [I was deployed on tour at-war. The Mother Veteran You Never Got to Know. Old Dialect of Dale (dal-eh para mia pronouciaounaen): Wait 2 or 3 Jump-Streets she’ll get to ya even if you make PTA Single Divorced Dad x2 by then. You could have 7 kids and a 14 year old first daughter pregnant in Tennessee and she’ll still meet the right ones. She’s gonna smoke weed with those damn kids, Edward. {older-arguments; BUT WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE HERS”” once Camus enters the dicension of argument+dialectal prose vs philosophical takes with myers-briggs notion just leave it to Dale’s fate and no one cares anymore. Tis’ No Prophecy; Tis the Function of Bin-ary Life as weknow it. Get irie or irate about it. The Irishmen’s Virture amen, bless-ed by Sister once-time-beatrice now Sam. [nor Linda, that damn drum song. I liked it today. and I was shocked in blue on mississipi capitals and denied yo fan from venus on ch-52ultra. fuck you in riddles.]] {toooohhh the bbooohonnnneee..roof roof aughhuuaggrahahahahhhh xD}}
Common Single Ancestor DNA is like saying “I’m made by alchemical-osmosis in genotype-forensics.”
and some gods hid in Andromeda with me.
and old mythologies and old ways.
and the man who died 400sq ago
has another 700 reason to stick around
before even one gets born.
just wanna see how they’re all gonna turn out.
Reject NuclearRockwellWays.
TheNormans” rejoice in bounty of legacy.
Looks modern or medieval.
Wtf did Da Vinci do all those years ago.
Snapshot instead of Painted-Smile.
Where’s the beef-sandwich..
Tucked in Trash Can Pasta.]] many outcomes and now you’re all here. what to do with it and nothing can be changed in every direction.. spiritful. the game level is totrehedon.]
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