Possibly, Sweetcheeks, we will triumph. Communicating openly ought to be step one in our ascension to bliss. If you have different protocols, or a different “order of operations” in mind, I am eager to learn and embrace it.
Cite my recent work, I am fully aware of, and in tune with rounding this next energy-based cycle, smiling.
“NICKY!!!” “Brittney!!!” “Wanda!!!” “Celine, Ruth, Courtney…” I want all you fine, sugar dumplings shaking what your momma gave ya, and illuminating my night’s sky with dreams of golden-paved roads. I want to see you smile and I want to know how to reach ya when my mood settles. I WAS scared. I WAS impaired. I WAS too open at all the wrong times! I’m getting over that rough road daily.
I’m making a way through the switch blades, guns firing, daunting anti-political bull and my sappy love-triangle fascinations/ “wild” daydreams people mock me for having. That bar is bent because I went hard. I told it I’m in charge. I showed my barge needing let through the ocean-laid path. It better be wet and not fickle. It better be open to guiding me through. I just want to get through to you, dear land of mercy on the other side IN A HURRY!
I got my ride to escort me to the local fitness center, I own on it’s way! Stop playing, your murder hornets, IO goyt sh!t like romanticizing deaf lab rats to do. I want to suit them all with pads of paper they can work with to let me know they care too!
– Kyle
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