La vie en rose....

It's really just been a story. It reflects nothing about me. It's a lesson attempt. Me, however, I got what I wanted and I really would rather not be known, some might say that's mad but being known was never an option.  The mortal realm is a disgrace, I would love to have a fresh start awoken style. Learn something realistic for a change. How do you feel about yourself? Only joking, don't care. I care about people who deserve it, that's my opinion and that's how I live my life. Everything IS diabolical. We might have found a possible path but it needs a lot more work and no way am I doing it. 

It's a purity movement designed to enhance good type options and inhibit bad style thinking. Everything just feeds into that concept. If no one ever did it before it IS because they're stupid, loud and aggressive.  Reality is a shambles and people are a disaster zone. That's the message. How it was ever allowed to be like that is beyond me. God should not have begun it he should have thought more. Now we're all stuck knowing anyone EVER chose linoleum over tiles. Or even carpet. Plastic is a planets suicide note. It could have been different because the basic way of solving the problem is... Good people, bad people.... Irrelevant, the gods help people decide. So it's raw people, finished people. Just bake them in love and tenderness. 

I am alone. So alone. And they took my everything away, everyone did it. It was a cursed life. Whatever anyone says. What does it even mean that I have to say that? "it was terrible please believe me", met with silence and scorn and brain chains. The agony does not abate. No one has ever loved me, known me or held me. And they forced an act on me so I can't even breathe. It's a waste of time to bother or care and I did my part so I should be ALLOWED to choose new lives. Even that is taken from me. I did everyone's steps, I trusted, I acted in faith. To zero outcome for myself. I was so brainwashed at the same time. 

Everyone I ever met in this system raped me, I am scourged and barbed throughout myself. No one listened to me so no one cared, that's a fact don't deny it. If anyone wants a happy ever after it means I am to be free of the herd to be one of the herd. This IS my big dream. I WILL be an accountant or dissolve with the effort to get that experience. I am shocked and appalled by everyone for their terrible behaviour towards me. Over time it has all accrued and I cannot survive any longer unless I finally really get heard. Snow rabbits, that's my spirit animal. I never even knew that. Some people suffer to help others and I suffered to just even be. I've never even been myself, so now I'm dropping the act. It's essentially a short moment to test the wiring, I'll die (happily, waiting for renewal) or continue as I know myself to be, which is different wildly and vastly from everyone's ever understanding. If you care, listen now. I actually don't care abou...

All the sycophants are winning and I'm starting life over as new. It just doesn't work, no one listened. 

A cannon, a confetti cannon, a gun, a stun gun, a waiver, a duty waiver, a skirt, a conservative skirt, a skirting board, that I chose. This is simple but I have never had it. I want a man, a decent man, a friend, a loyal friend, a god, to hear me whine, and a dog, to know all my secrets. 

I actually think bad ideas, maybe correctly phrased as stupid but out of goodness, are actually warranted sometimes. 

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Whatever is getting you down, look beyond it. Look at the facts. You're breathing! That's already a miracle that someone thought you deserved. Are you alone? It's impossible! Do you hate yourself? Then do a switcheroo, you have that power! 

Every planet and actually right down to every street corner, can have its own twang. Earth has peasoup! A twang is an attitude, a peaceable means of interaction and an aesthetic. It can even come with thoughts! In particular the encouragement of foolhardy japing with oneself. A twang is different to a theme. A twang should always improve quality of life and soften the hardness of existing. It's a lot about community and being more forgiving and tolerant of each other. It's actually possible to like everyone you meey even if they don't become a friend. This is what a twang is all about! 

I wrote so many poems to figure out (wip) life and everything, what I did manage to come up with an answer about was life (better served lukewarm), and interactions are better with a whimsical element. I did this so as to share my results but they kind of shared themselves by becoming evident. Another theory that has no real success so far except methods and practices already evolving is the theory of something significant. I will take that with me, beyond this life.  About being, I thought it so much through for myself with proven facts for good decisions that I was able to give advice and that spread too (the whole havr a cup of tea idea and be gentle in this good day... Etc) 

This is my invention and I am very proud, people do things like nice ideas for each other and embrace that awkward moment where your wig falls off or your high heel snaps. Everyone dresses for comfort and it's an oddity to be normal whereas peculiarity and Uniquity are the words of the day. 

It's surely just stuck thought... Fame? Yes please... To be seen and understood for all the effort I'm always making!! (for an occasion especially, it's always a fashion statement... Etc also just visibility for ideas expressions), to be known as the messiish, so many words and maybe titles! Nothing wrong with that! What would I say if I saw someone else with this achievement... "go go sister, have a happy heart". 💖 What about the high status? Madly I wouldn't be a target... Because it comes from such a good place for everyone. What about meeting people and knowing I helped them? That's just going to be emotional. Cest la vie... Que sera sera.... My version of the song? Coming soon! 

Because I think it's a great approach. It has the usual about a good approach, head on, strongly made, even musical! More so it's tactful, tactical and sweeping. So it's a good idea. On the topic of ideas I do like Making ideas and mashing them together. Would you like one? About yourself! Any requests for the component parts? Proud, smiling and sane! Ok: Proud, loud, knowing, trying, being, making some noise! Smiling, whiling, happy, glowing, upskilled, boo ya! Sane, window pane, straight and narrow, no return, stick it to ya! Result : Make some noise, stick it to ya, boo ya!! 

Was at least partly to prove to everyone that life can be AMAZING, FANTASTIC even. 

Quantum mechanic, signature move... Awkward turtle!! 

I have indeed been thinking and when I made prototype planet (seriously just because, it had been a "one day" idea and I finally had no excuse), it all got proved and proofed so it's a super success about positive change (alot of people thought positive change is impossible and doesn't exist). But why has no one else ever made my discovery before? I think it's both I'm unique but everyone is hindered. I enjoy myself existing (more on that later) so I can actually imagine, dream, think or create a positive and effective sequence. Everyone else also suffers existential pessimism. Their brains cannot do a positive sequence as such. 

Elle like a bell Like a liberty bell Like a call to peace  Like "just go east" Follow the sunrise  Pies in the blue skies. 

I like to look at moments or timelines as incidental to interacting intentions. I do this by directing at myself a curiosity to engage about caring then to consider every aspect as relevant (worth caring about, because someone does somewhere), then analyse it and develop an opinion. That's my mode of participation. 

There's literally nothing else going on. No one has ever noticed or commented on my frequent absences from school, work, relationships... Life itself. So where have I been? Watching Netflix.... Holy mission.... Or just shopping or ordering ubereats.I'm in some kind of dropout zone where nothing really happens but it's very peaceful. Monty kind of is here in this idea with me. Otherwise it's so many passing faces. I spend this secret luxury time thinking, drawing, writing, eating, cooking and indeed texting. In the evenings I switch on and go to ideally an event with a friend or boyfriend. I do my work, there's just never enough of it to keep me busy. I even have a really good cv and references from my Netflix life. You wouldn't even believe the sheer amount of Netflix. What am I really thinking about the Netflix addiction? How could it be fulfilling? It always feels like a glimpse of something unreal. The moments between moments with contemporary cinematography ...

 Is mainly thought’s like how to solve a disagreement… distraction and compromise. What’s a lady really? Kind and forward thinking. How to spot a gent in a crowd? He’ll be sedate and debonair.

Alrigbty guys, here goes... I like myself alot. 3 years of blogging and that's the conclusion!! Furthermore, I like my life. Always have! If anything ever went wrong it's actually in a katma remit so I wouldn't bother even noting a bad patch. Lazy? Crazy? Actually.... Gifted and present.

Why does she get me into a panic attack on purpose when all I need is a listening ear and a kind heart. She's a monster to me and it's not fair because I never even hurt her! 

 standing out is the current clone idea, of the sheeple. So then, we are safe and sound in this sacred life by crossing this particular zebra crossing. What's so unique about being unique? Maybe it's a loaded word only for the time being. 

 I am the zookeeper. Son of no one, daughter of naves and the like. Wildcat fever is at an all time high with catcalks in the form of techno pop beat boxing abundant. What's a cat to a rat? Rats live on no evil star. Even that's a part of life. Dig it dog? 

 a circus morning comprises the bizarre coupled with the banal. The circus people don't stay amazed about a tame hippo or a juggling dwarf. Circus mornings are about nurturing absurdity before breakfast, checking in about laughter and sneezing out oatmeal through your nose because it just doesn't belong in your circus body.