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Oh Mr. Hitchcock

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I'm ready for my close-up...
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I saw red horns on the morning star. Not a day. Not yet. A R I X O N A Cryptopuzzles. Not crossword puxxelxs

Synchronic

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Grace

Preacher talked about grace a few weeks ago; *your Grace…* Your GRACE! It’s on the line-- If we are all to be the wise and powerful wizards and queens They make us out to be on all of our screens and in magazines Then I think we need to show ourselves more. I mean our true selves. (Not our asses) Which are nice --look at mine! *turn around bright eyes* And if ya swear that there’s no truth and who cares why do you say it like you’re right? Give up other folkses’ words for a moment and reflect--without abandon-- On YOUR life. Now I’ll sit down on my ass in humility after this next rhyme but first I need to take my time To tell you where I came from You see I was a girl of three when some common law uncle molested me And maybe even younger when it began, far before I can remember I was an angel in heaven And I chose to come here to endure him and those sick fucks alike What? Do you think we have no choice in being born? I’m here to...

Another New Beginning

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A Woman Wrote This

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You should read it. I thought just now that I should be said bridge instead of chorus. Childhood is the bridge, Charlie. A magical bridge full of hope and wonder. That's better.  Keep it.

Storay Arch-epelago?

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Whatever. I'm going to HAWAII! #draculamusicals #neverforgetforgettingsarahmarshall #unitedwedrink #gonheadgirl #idontknowwhatimsatinganymore #justgettingitalloutofmysysteminadvancethisyear #imreallywritingascript #whosthebitchNAOW

ANSWER: THE GOLDEN NUGGET, KIDS

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 ...

Question

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...

Weed

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