This page too, Sweet Thang!

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Hi Buttercup!

I hope you are well. It’s the 14th of February, Valentine’s Day!

It’s notable that I’m up drinking my cup of Joe here at 6:30 to me!

I’m going to do my best to avoid stress overcoming my output getting damned like every other day of this marathon. I’m going to provide a link you might as well save in your bookmarks, ok!?

My sweet-ass SWEET THANG PAGE is the illest ish I’ve created in awhile!

Sure, the vast majority of people today are fake. I know that!  Do not worry!  My nine is under my pillow, loaded. 

Reiterating the same old bull today seems pointless. Let’s try things another way today:

“Hi! My name is Kyle. I want to love YOU!  The beach I’d carry you down to is full to the brim with land mines.  Tiptoeing is such a strenuous task!

I’ve got bolts in my ankles and rods in my back and legs. I feel like Frankenstein!  Please avoid blaming me for popping the limbo stick off it’s perch. 

I can’t remember the last time my left leg bent so well. I must be doing something right, tripping and falling over these headfake hooligans screaming at me with their death stares for simply expressing myself.  #wordsalad

Honey, please differentiate. All of my sappy output, love poems, prayers and original content is 100% directed to you. All of my defensive lines are the only way I know how to stand up for Love, God, the blood of Jesus Christ and such sources of Energy. 

I’m half-tempted to cut ties with those rascals multiple times a freaking hour anymore. But trying to be mindful, I suck the cries, tears and snot-rockets up into my brain. 

Believe me, if I unzipped this mouth, nobody would be left standing or continue cashing in on my struggles. 

All I have these days are the pesty fireflies illuminating my output, heart and aspirations with their unapproving eyes

It’s hard loving you so hard and feeling I gotta hide it all. 

They don’t know this is everything I’ve worked for and they only seem to be cutting my legs out from under me. 

If I didn’t have to worry about cut services and more bull, you’d probably be breastfeeding my child after me, today. I love loving you and I love those “100% in it for me” eyes welling nonstop. 

I get screamed at for feeling good. I’m sorry. Rules don’t help.  Especially when I’m the only one that has to follow them. 

You got that, Jasmine, Rosie, Sammie and Peach from Mario Cart 3?  

(I’m totally looking forward to being reported and scolded for being a Christian and loving everybody!)

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