Stevi's Storied Life

The powers that be are the most influential people on the planet at any given time. THE ONES WITH THE MONEY, IDEAS, EDUCATION and TALENT and combinations thereof are truly the people in power. ]] **nvm who signs their paychecks or if they get one at all** btw your skills are basically worthless unless you do something good with them. It is a choice to rise up and actualize your true potential once you’ve realized it. I’ve been sucking on gingerbread mans in bed thinking about this at night in relation to Kendrick Lamar’s “Humble” and my attempts in the Houston poetry scene (specifically at Avant Garden). That’s when I got this symbolic metaphor of an exclamation point. There was this poster hanging in my therapist’s old waiting room and the last one said, “Live your Life as an EXCLAMATION, not an EXPLANATION.” I’ve referenced it here before. So explaining things to yourself or to others buries you. You’re literally killing yourself. But maybe you really need to...for a ...

Did you identify this as a BLOG POST? ...an alpaca? a llama? Are you trying to assess my intelligence upon entry, Cortana? Are you trying to guage how in/misinformed we truly are like this? How dyslexic? I was having outdoor deck thoughts a moment ago about female tropes of today and how we affect the Greek lettering of men as they fall into their gendered personality types. I'm talking about the Jessica Jones mother-of-all-presumably-beta-males-turned-alpha-turned-fuck-that-[hell yeah I'm ALPHA now fkn Mike Jones] personality change that comes from a Jon Stewart finding a "friend" (haha if you insist, honey) type of woman to interact with. He liked her for a reason, you know. She must've reminded him of his first. I'm hesitating to say more than that right now. Got one in the hole yet, Jim. ;) Okay, so I'm Jessica and Jim is Jon and who needs secrets at this point? I'd wager that when he met me I came off more like a Jennifer and really he w...

Today's thotting has devolved into that poster we all read in between standardized tests in grade school: "SHOOT FOR THE MOON--EVEN IF YOU MISS, YOU'LL LAND AMONG THE STARS." In my case, I applied this to the overuse/abuse of my social media privileges, rendering myself incapable of having nice things for quite some time. I figured that even if I fired an assault rifle at the sky, hit everything and got sucked thru some back alley of the Sun, I'd eventually arrive at some conclusion. At least I'm home! Ever play hearts? No...spades. Fuck Solitaire. Whatever happened to my metaphor? The point is astrological. @daydreamers