It's all I can speak to. It's all I have retained. It's worth $1,500 - $620 crypto stock, 2 vehicles 7 laptops and a few other belongings in public storage facility.
2 failed marriages. Several encounters. All belonging to my memory of before and of after. I chose to be me ReGardLess. I wanted my dreams. Well this is what appeared in sleep.
Overcoming stage fright. Did not master my crafts in production and expression. Confidence is the sole apple of my heirShip. To this moment I only now see that i never should have abandoned myself thru the need to believe through togetherness. It cursed & corrupted my tenacity to endure bottom Living.
Today i am needing a dweLLing to house myseLf. 2 car garage home or a small warehouse that can cover 2 cars and a 1 bedroom apartment worth of belongings.
It will clear my current anxiety. I chose stand uP to speak through back in 2013 and online 2015. I chose to be my materiaL through a simple fashion line I caLL and speLL as teeShurts. My theme "ExpLain Your Cough" and ExpLain Your Vaccine" hoodies are my on stage pieces.
My errors include the purchase of 1 stock and the saLe of 2 stocks prematurely. Time for me is CyCLicaL and i got lost within and thus the losses creating without.
Love is Sex. I call it sensuaLity. It involves the power of inLove. I traveL different in my SPiRiT via inLove. A Womban named Sessy has mAi inLove. She declined iT but uses it. She saved me aLot and cost me aLot.
SouL Love Amore & Simone jump started me back into seeking new sanctuary grounds. However my economics is stiLL at Large. Simone caLLed me stingy and Left. SouL Love Amore has a life issue requiring 98% of her focus to survive. I only offer my mind and phaLLus.
She wants iT & offered me hers. We live 9 hours apart. My days from 18 to current reveaL i have never lived on my own before fully. I need my own habitat i can't be pushed out of when folks need to get Away from Me.
I lived in DeJaVu. I retained my life on Earth 🌎. I kept choices based on my children. Keep the same mother to have The same kid's. I shouLda picked a different mother. Had NataLie not lost my first chiLd i can onLy imagine we would still be us with a better me.
My famiLy tree is two puzzle boxes that make one picture. My Granny was reaLLy my aunt, but i onLy knew her as my Granny Gran. I was too sheltered because it was obvious I was speciaL needs. The choice was spend more time with him till he gets iT. To this day it's all I operate in. Repetitions.
This leaves a trail or trails I when lost can find my way again. I'm writing this for me. It's my doctor. It's my colleague. It's my MiND. It's my TrUtH. I want to make me proud to be me. I cannot give up on this for if it stops i no longer exist.
