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 |  Neurodivergent here. All the disgusting things I do or think on display. Wail away. |
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You don’t like it. I get it. Be truthful. Be honest with yourself. I had to be. And this is fair, make more rules to punish/negate rather than acknowledge/celebrate because fences, around obstacles surround trees climbing cliffs to secret clubs amid whispered oaths…with fingerpaint, koolaid and cellophane sammies in dad-built, small houses. Good with it and a 1,000,000 more reasons to yet whip out that sheathed numbered plastic after x years in negation. Good. I said good. Like Nostra-dumbass, written by my dim light. Some of you? No?? Nevermind. You have…enlightenment and couldn’t be more wrong to cast shadows. If you are put out with me, maybe, one day, I can offer a note from my doctor(s). This is semi-(im)pertinence. I make poor choices. Get regrets. But, as I age, the less I’ll care. Make…these words…you provoked…with a simple bullet…’if you don’t like it…’ The hole that passes through my soul you feel, adjust for, again and again. That’s why safe is not a good choice (for me), anymore. Risks with words, with a measure of aim, seek reward. Not here. No, never. I’ll apply myself, listen for their confusion…why…again…(not) him? Why do we do this? Are we good yet? How ‘bout now? Now, right? Yeah, you say we’re good… People like me can waste a lot of time cutting through the b.s. How can I know what you mean, if you won’t say what you mean? Observant, not sexist to say, it’s mostly women. Guys just trash talk, smear. Each is passive-aggressive in their own way. Sooo…. Short termers are feeding into what the long termers structure for short gain, while robbing our own privileges of promised freedoms... and you just believed them?!  let me think about that.  modern day counter culture turning back the clock with no hour hands, as society sent to an acidic bath of primordial ooze. workshopping that. |
| I believe I was in the process of contributing to the ghost towns. Static item deletions begin when I return to uploading on my google DocX. — just so you don’t expend too much energy on my account. You don’t give me enough credit. Ironic. Should have kept me in the loop. I’m loyal to a fault, but require one thing: full disclosure to what I sign up for. I see your skin caught in the game’s machination. Cringe. Sorry. Again, talk to me. Either that or block me. I’m a human not your appliance.  4.28.24 My words are neither defense nor offense; merely, informed thought that can apply to others. And, don’t want to upset the little ones. Even after death, a strong echo could be heard. Imagine if I believed I was alive? Shhh, it’s alright. As you lay me down. Even after death, a strong echo could be heard. Imagine if I believed I was alive? Shhh, it’s alright. As you lay me down.   |
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