Gentle Reader, if you're so fragile you can't handle what I'm about to say, shut off your computer, go outside and hug a damn tree. People in glittering dresses can't see themselves for the shine they cast is so bright they are blinded by THEMSELVES! They are already girded with their self improvement hype that they can't see the self they aren't actually improving is YOU! It's really just all about themselves. As you, who stopped largely going out in public, they have parades on red carpets in their honor. As you, who largely stopped shopping at stores and starting making things at home, yourself... they laid out the lavishness of their well fed mouths for all the world to see. They clutched tasteless idols of gold, while you huddled over one more glorious beautiful and nutritious loaf of warm bread. While you were safe, warm and cozy at home dishing on the internet with your loves, they were out there all in full exposure, swapping covid stories over their longhauler landscape. Because that's what their idol worshipping is building for their next generation. I'm painfully aware they can't see the forest for the trees as their head shines in glory, gushing "You too can live your dreams" as you dream of a trip to the grocery store. Soon, perhaps soon you'll be able to go too. You dream of food. They dream of trophies. In a time when crops burn, people are losing their lives to climate change and food insecurity isn't just a reality, it's a discussion that painfully missing from the narrative of all that glitters. Well all that gold, ain't gold. And all that glitters can't fucking feed your thirsty ass. Not a one dirty nail in the house. What does that mean? None of those fuckers have done a thing to try to get food to your plate. NOT. A. ONE. Why the fuck is everyone worshipping these leeches? It's insane that the culture is driven around what these whorehounds thirst for. As. If. I. Give. A. Fuck. What. Their. Ass. Looks. Like. Show. Me. Dem. Nails. So That's how I see itAll of them, thirsty whores dying for your attention. Covid passing, stage laying, over emphasizing everything until we get it. Man is dead. He is unmovable. Yep, we hear you. We see you. It's all funny until it's no longer funny. And at some point, all this antics of the well dressed, Whole Foods Shopping, lipsuction worshipping and botox craving (do you homework and learn what botox is) narcissists. The narcissists who gathered together and decided that "Narcissism" was the BEST thing to be. Then solidly awarded themselves the trophies. Over and over and over.... I am not a harsh person by any nature, but this is entertainment. Are we just not so entertained by their shenanigans right now? Lowest ratings, ever. Lowest. Huh, what an absolute puzzler that is. In an age where we are preaching kindness and to not bully one another, the king of bullies laid down and bullied passively. You know, JK, bullying is as bullying does and it looks like your era of gang warfare bullying has reached it's apex. Seeing the difference
The chaos at this time is intentionally placed yet still unintentional. I say this as a prelude to discuss human rights. When you excise the rights of half population, you can expect there to be much difficulty for you, regardless of who you think yourself to be. Saying to half the population "you have no right to choose" is absurd theocracy that dictates to a thinking, thriving and elevating populace. It smacks of totaltarianism cloaked in a... what? Yep. Double checked with the office upstairs and the answer time and again is.... SheepNow, last I checked, i'm not a sheep, nor am I a baby. So no corners for me this time. I'm grateful to be able to first hand experience the chaos of female or better yet, uterine chaos. I, at first, was frustrated by the experience, but the moment I caught on that this was a moment for rebellion... I was in. All cards in. Fully. Threw in my whole hand and hung on for the ride. We danced she and I. I was solidly in her corner and on her team. No dispersion for how she played this hand. It was notably played well and I respected her for it. She deftly got absolutely every order wrong. She knew it too. She said "Just move forward and they fix it at the window." And did he fix it? Yes. Over and over and over and over. You could see his sweating, his utter frustration but I could also his determination to not "let her win over his emotions" this battle within him was evident without. And he held his post, his position and let me tell you.... His Professionalism. If ever there ever there wiz that was this man was the most professional because... she had him by the short hairs. Did she win? Yes. Did he win? Yes. Did I win for witnessing such treasured revolt in action? Yes. We all won that day. Well played fam. Well played. You were never alone because it was I, who danced with you. They may have left footprints in the sand... but I'm leaving boob prints, pussy prints, butt prints and my tippy toe prints... Who dares walk on a beach when One can Dance? I'm ready. Who's ready to dance for the next phase of our journey is upon us Sisters. Neverland has come home. We are the Peter Pans of yesterday's who's parent were too busy trying to feed us by scrapping any way they knew how. How ungrateful we were to not understand the depth of their love that took them away from our hungry mouths over and over and over. Neverland is here. Neverland is now. Fairies, Fae, Gnomes, Elves, Aliens and Big Foot are all real. They are as real as us and they are real every day. You cannot expect a species who just had half their rights removed from the equation to be in compliance with the what for going forward. You want to speak in codes mouth breathers? Hold onto your butts because were already here, landed and assimlilated. It's too late. It's a take over and it wasn't hostile. It just appeared more inept than it was. Wherever you Are |
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