I always feel this chill in the air. Frozen when I mention celebrity shit. Old movies and older captions or a screenwrite or two. I haven’t been to a light shoots since the early 2000s where I was basically “The Act-ed.” I believe is what the kids call it these days synonymous with the Hulu show. Not wrong that’s why I have the severe reaction from my parents. But I also have an Intel-driven life so to speak and I had to investigate the Wilsons’ so out of Foster Care they became my family but I was still on assignment.
I believe it was a dare that led to Jeffrey dropping my ass to Foster Care after my infamous age change we talk about. The ultimate challenge, Presidential Ages. Do it over again since you won. Every year a 24.
Hard to admit.
And life has been unsteady, and celebrity is the last thing to ensure but I’m tired of accusations or primordial suggestions of acrimony. Defamation, hey now – I ain’t got time for that.
And one thing I’ve gotten as you guys got to see what I’ve done even with cooking and photography. Even seeing my face from to time.
I’ll never forget Italian Waste Recycler.
I had a raw update and it got moderated to show my weed nook and within a day or two I saw some people free of their situation change. Notably during the Olympics. That was fun gaming.
We did Minecraft which was fun. Those eggs be going crazy.
So much diorite and such to harvest just waiting.
I was able to login one and then it got wonky and glitchy the second. Alright Bill, Bills up and I’m not due yet.
I miss gaming. Can’t wait for Steam for Chrome one day, I saw it in ad form whilst filing my taxes last year.
It’s been awhile and things are so different.
To have waited to get off package and these are the stories I’ve been sitting on and you wonder why one doesn’t speak up much. Says a lot for those that play just into names and popularity let alone celebrity.
My town keeps getting almost famous as we speak.
I didn’t know I’d be part of it but here I am getting noticed.
——
I thought you before twice amended me, forsaken with breath and energy where I don’t know where I’ll tarnish in blame that — idk what else to write I just took a breath.
We’re hitting Journal remarks until Mama comes up with something else. I’mma Great Gatsby it and just explain my stories. Always looking to daisies . 👍🏼
petrichor - archive 