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Salem Stories for Aquarius ♒️-
Aquarius- you have received the highest major arcana with the 7 of swords this week. It’s your wish card next to the Star. Some of you may also be grieving the loss of someone or multiple people. It’s a toss up for you. You understand that those who die and ascend in consciousness are free of all mortal pain so you have sympathy with a little empathy but you hate that you must endure it to the end when they were given the “easy” way out. They weren’t given the easy way out. They either took their own life which is the opposite or they died too young, totally out of their control. It’s ok to be mad and angry. Losing someone to death is not replaceable. There’s no quick fix to throw in the mix. If you are currently having an argument with a Libra woman or Gemini woman, you will find a solution this week. I sense this issue has tarried and therefore carried its maximum penalty. The karma is cleared.
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Did you know I’d gladly burn with you?
Stripping myself down to the bones just
To know your sound.
Is that why you left me behind?
To save me from myself?
Well, go ahead and lose me.
Maybe one day you’ll find me anew.
And I’ll finally get the chance,
To slowly unravel you.
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Poetic Performance of Infamy: The Last Love Letter Part 1
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Sagittarius- there’s a woman in your life you wish was your mother rather than the one you had. You wish she had married your dad. Something tells me that someone was “stolen” from someone else, very cunningly. It was deceptive & manipulative. This person is now paying for it years later with ultimately no way out, which isn’t your problem even if you wanted it to be. They wouldn’t let you help them. Let go of your ideals about what life would have been like and focus on the stability coming in for you. It will be quite the surprise. Both good and bad. But remember good cannot exist without evil.
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Infamy: The Last Love Letter
The fact that music has such an impact on literally every human and has more power than watching tv and doing what you see, every other hour makes a wishful act of dominance. Music takes you to a place where you can embrace the beauty of something you cannot touch or control in terms of what the lyrics are, who sings it, where it’s available for streaming, ect.
Tommy made music. He was really good but that wasn’t good enough. He was done with this place before he got here. I just wish he could still wipe my prophetic tears. I wish he could calm my prosthetic fears.
I was there virtually over text when he ended his life. He didn’t want to be here anymore because the girl who would have been his wife isn’t here anymore. He jumped down death’s throat in a beige coat with a leather belt, so drunk he couldn’t see. How could this happen to me? How could I be so far away when I was needed the most I’ve ever been needed since I gave birth.
Tommy, I know why you chose suicide. I don’t blame you but I will never condone it. I have to sit with your last words to me and mine to you that you will never read. I’m interceding for you even in death because your spirit never died. I know how many times you tried. You finally succeeded. I’m sad and angry. I have to live on because you will have died in vain if I don’t. Both of can’t go. Both of us won’t.
You breathed for me on some days. I need the era of your praise back. I won’t forget the impact you had on me when you were here. It’s all becoming very clear. I will shed tears but I will smile and laugh too. God took you so you wouldn’t throw yourself into a pile of needles. You knew that I knew, that I know. So you had to go. I didn’t believe it at first but when I saw that my last text never went through, I knew what was next. It meant moving on without you.
You don’t understand what it’s like to be me and suddenly remember that I can’t talk to you until the next life when I will meet your children and your wife. Or maybe you’ll reincarnate to me. It’s your choice but I doubt that if you have one, you’re going to return to the bridge you just chose to burn. This isn’t a lesson to learn. It’s a tragedy. I can’t imagine life without you and yet I have to because you’re gone and I have to move on. How? I made so many sacred vows while you were alive, hoping that you would survive and eventually thrive. I guess I was making them for me instead because God already told me you’d be dead. My voice is shaking, Im hanging on by a thread. My heart is broken, still breaking and I feel utter dread when I have to break bread without you.
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Salem Stories- Cancer- It’s Not the End of the World
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Either someone you don’t know will give you a message for someone you do know and wish to speak to or you will hear from the person themselves. I hear within 5 days time. Likely a text or an email. A voicemail if there’s a missed call. For more, please subscribe to Patreon.com/janebondsworld. Remember that horoscopes are the most accurate based on your rising sign or Ascendant. If you need a free birth chart, you can feel free to ask me to send you one. I’d be happy to!
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I Dare You
There’s something about you
I can’t put it into words
I don’t believe the natural rumors of anything I’ve heard
First, second third
There’s something about you that I find unkind & untrue
Change my mind
I dare you
They call me names
I ignore them
We are not the same
I do not come from wicked shame
I do not originate from inbred hate
You better get right with God before it’s too late.
The righteous just ate.
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Plucking the scintillating rays
of a nascent dawn,
the chrysanthemum
and the magnolias
danced shakily
in a wind soft like feathers:
their desires: otherworldly,
pace: angelic,
and ecstasy: celestial;
they exude an ambience
exalted and divine.
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Central. Alt. Delete.: God’s Thumb
What would you do if you saw me like this?
Would it eat you alive?
Would it take all you’ve got just to survive?
I’ve seen the lion hunt
I’ve heard the snake hiss
I’ve bore the brunt of your pain
And now I’m bearing the brunt of mine
We may watch the same sun shine but we won’t listen to the same moon pant in shame because I tried to be vain for once in my life.
I really thought I would be your wife, bearing the brunt of your last name but it appears it was all just a divisive stunt to halt the growth of those at fault.
Central. Alt. Delete.
I refuse to compete.
I refuse to bow at your fucking feet
I refuse to cross the street alone because you refused to answer the fucking phone.
Jesus said he who is without sin may cast the first stone.
Most of you can’t hold a candle to that bone let alone light it.
I know the feeling sucks but don’t your dare give in. You better fight even in the pitch black when you can’t see where you’re going but you will always know whether you want to or not because there’s no way your higher self ever asked or forgot which stone which sinner picked up first, with unmatched thirst that cannot ever be quenched when it’s drenched in aluminum under new rules, pressed into the trenches by Gods Thumb.
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Playboy Prose- An Oath for Both from One More Page: The Series
An Oath for Both
I’m spelling a lot right now. Manifesting even more that’s unheard of and unseen by the unheard and unseen. Taking oath of a series of sacred vows. Controlling who does what & what goes where without affecting free will. Be still and know that he is God and we are both.
Do not be concerned with trivial questions and answers with a mind of a scholar & the body of a professional dancer. Charged by unmatched, unmarried defeat, we finally meet in the center of a foreign street that was closed by the city years ago for reconstruction that never happened because the disk on the property was never found or disclosed and the bank foreclosed in adjacencies that are too advanced to be decorated to cover the decomposed remains of a wilderness adventure gone wrong in the middle of nowhere where the wind was too strong all along.
Im spelling a compelling article that will leave you breathless before you know why and exposed before you can get dry. Too slick and too shy to advertise any words from the deserted family of the worldly wise, too spiritually lit for ordinary shit & too aroused to move over our dysfunctional clit. I had to protect the spelling on twitter so it doesn’t get flagged by Twitter for being inappropriate. Insert eyeroll here to claim your ending prize of this year.
Too hot to handle, too hard to steer, breaking the bottle opener in a desolate attempt to chug that naked beer. Jesus is very near. I can feel his desire to heal, extend a listening ear to someone the adversary plotted to steal by omission of content that requires the direct access of pertinent information, informing the latest news sources that conforming isn’t legit & reform is a step by step process to toss the current guidelines away and reinvent the currency that pays for these circumvented fines that govern the finically state borders and time zones that remain in the background in the backyard to stand guard, hand over your heart, taking ineffective orders from a team that loves to provoke random suffering when spooked by the anti corruption movement that became a fair, fun and free act the last time we causally spoke, fact for frozen fact, stoned by the remedial pact it was bribed to make in efforts to partake of the divine amendment still unclaimed & dramatically, climatically feared as well as revered for its magical powers baked into a human psyche, sometimes repellent of reiki, and resistant to anything anyone psychically tells them that doesn’t match or resonate with their own intuition.
Third eyes can and will deceive you too if you grow careless during fixing your well disguised, clueless mess in the form of your future when you felt unsure of what would force the time to pass until they found a viable cure that a dr could use in pure injection as the storm waited to dilute the passion to salute its starring enemy in another criminal fashion of practical proportions that are well known to cause disruptive distortions that live through the thrift store when there’s nothing left to compete for cash and change in exhausted exchange for a useful card that found itself on your doorstep when all it ever asked for was the front yard. Too late to discard in regards to the face of the non anorexic jungle of MySpace and Facebook when all it takes a phone call or a text message to hook your friends that follow into taking a special look at the derogatory comments on events that will never involve or concern them but the fan base is the real gem, especially when encounter encouragement along the way that provides refuge to save your dishonest day when you save the spellcheck for the speech you’re aiming to propose by disclaiming to disclose the poise you’ve taken by selfish specialists speculation of what went wrong when minding their business would the most brilliant thing they’ve ever done. Getting attention is more valuable to them than spilling any truth because thats not popular and they aren’t trending but if they stopped to consider what they’re casually spending, they would fix their priorities ASAP, with the drop of a cow boy hat and boots that shrunk when they got drunk on wine that hung from the literary vine on multiple misdemeanor charges, minor convictions and hefty fines traded for mercurial fees that stop the fur on pioneer pieces from shedding all over the brand new bedding the night before the concluding period of time that marks the insincere wedding. All who oppose may speak up at the last given minute but do you really have the nerve to cancel our plans with one look in my direction?
You know that’s all it takes to dismantle to me, almost effortlessly but very effectively and soberly bending me over the nearest abandoned trunk, sorting me out into a familiar military bunk and framing the hours I spent blaming those who truthfully chose to abandon their promises & cling to other things that provide temporary relief from all kinds of unreasonable grief. And yet I want you to remind me why I’m a woman in the hidden moments that Oscar worthy performances and nominations are inspired by.
The secrets you foretold will not be so bold with me. They know better and so should you but I don’t think you do. Cinderella isn’t the only one who lost her gullible shoe. The story stands the test of time but it no many other mountains to climb. Whether it will remain a classic is not in our hands but the symbolism & meaning will never die or change. Your retired speculation is out of range to be awfully strange as the facts emerge from the terrible and formidable acts of conscious terror that has an understatement that’s hardly exaggerated for the ruthless understanding of its dangerous error.
Turning pages today and tomorrow that shadow every offer to circumvent the time we took for granted that shaped every current event, deprived of money and resources well spent to help pay rent. I still don’t know what you sent but I also have no idea where you went and it’s time to reinvent the mindset that reminded you that you aren’t broken, only bent, relentlessly and for that I am grateful. I never dreamed I would care for you so harshly.
©️Holy Sorcery 2021
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An Oath to Both
I’m spelling a lot right now. Manifesting even more that’s unheard of and unseen by the unheard and unseen. Taking oath of a series of sacred vows. Controlling who does what & what goes where without affecting free will. Be still and know that he is God and we are both.
Do not be concerned with trivial questions and answers with a mind of a scholar & the body of a professional dancer. Charged by unmatched, unmarried defeat, we finally meet in the center of a foreign street that was closed by the city years ago for reconstruction that never happened because the disk on the property was never found or disclosed and the bank foreclosed in adjacencies that are too advanced to be decorated to cover the decomposed remains of a wilderness adventure gone wrong in the middle of nowhere where the wind was too strong all along.
Im spelling a compelling article that will leave you breathless before you know why and exposed before you can get dry. Too slick and too shy to advertise any words from the deserted family of the worldly wise, too spiritually lit for ordinary shit & too aroused to move over our dysfunctional clit. I had to protect the spelling on twitter so it doesn’t get flagged by Twitter for being inappropriate. Insert eyeroll here to claim your ending prize of this year.
Too hot to handle, too hard to steer, breaking the bottle opener in a desolate attempt to chug that naked beer. Jesus is very near. I can feel his desire to heal, extend a listening ear to someone the adversary plotted to steal by omission of content that requires the direct access of pertinent information, informing the latest news sources that conforming isn’t legit & reform is a step by step process to toss the current guidelines away and reinvent the currency that pays for these circumvented fines that govern the finically state borders and time zones that remain in the background in the backyard to stand guard, hand over your heart, taking ineffective orders from a team that loves to provoke random suffering when spooked by the anti corruption movement that became a fair, fun and free act the last time we causally spoke, fact for frozen fact, stoned by the remedial pact it was bribed to make in efforts to partake of the divine amendment still unclaimed & dramatically, climatically feared as well as revered for its magical powers baked into a human psyche, sometimes repellent of reiki, and resistant to anything anyone psychically tells them that doesn’t match or resonate with their own intuition.
Third eyes can and will deceive you too if you grow careless during fixing your well disguised, clueless mess in the form of your future when you felt unsure of what would force the time to pass until they found a viable cure that a dr could use in pure injection as the storm waited to dilute the passion to salute its starring enemy in another criminal fashion of practical proportions that are well known to cause disruptive distortions that live through the thrift store when there’s nothing left to compete for cash and change in exhausted exchange for a useful card that found itself on your doorstep when all it ever asked for was the front yard. Too late to discard in regards to the face of the non anorexic jungle of MySpace and Facebook when all it takes a phone call or a text message to hook your friends that follow into taking a special look at the derogatory comments on events that will never involve or concern them but the fan base is the real gem, especially when encounter encouragement along the way that provides refuge to save your dishonest day when you save the spellcheck for the speech you’re aiming to propose by disclaiming to disclose the poise you’ve taken by selfish specialists speculation of what went wrong when minding their business would the most brilliant thing they’ve ever done. Getting attention is more valuable to them than spilling any truth because thats not popular and they aren’t trending but if they stopped to consider what they’re casually spending, they would fix their priorities ASAP, with the drop of a cow boy hat and boots that shrunk when they got drunk on wine that hung from the literary vine on multiple misdemeanor charges, minor convictions and hefty fines traded for mercurial fees that stop the fur on pioneer pieces from shedding all over the brand new bedding the night before the concluding period of time that marks the insincere wedding. All who oppose may speak up at the last given minute but do you really have the nerve to cancel our plans with one look in my direction?
You know that’s all it takes to dismantle to me, almost effortlessly but very effectively and soberly bending me over the nearest abandoned trunk, sorting me out into a familiar military bunk and framing the hours I spent blaming those who truthfully chose to abandon their promises & cling to other things that provide temporary relief from all kinds of unreasonable grief. And yet I want you to remind me why I’m a woman in the hidden moments that Oscar worthy performances and nominations are inspired by.
The secrets you foretold will not be so bold with me. They know better and so should you but I don’t think you do. Cinderella isn’t the only one who lost her gullible shoe. The story stands the test of time but it no many other mountains to climb. Whether it will remain a classic is not in our hands but the symbolism & meaning will never die or change. Your retired speculation is out of range to be awfully strange as the facts emerge from the terrible and formidable acts of conscious terror that has an understatement that’s hardly exaggerated for the ruthless understanding of its dangerous error.
Turning pages today and tomorrow that shadow every offer to circumvent the time we took for granted that shaped every current event, deprived of money and resources well spent to help pay rent. I still don’t know what you sent but I also have no idea where you went and it’s time to reinvent the mindset that reminded you that you aren’t broken, only bent, relentlessly and for that I am grateful. I never dreamed I would care for you so harshly.
©️Holy Sorcery 2021
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Playboy Poetry- Freedom: The Rewritten to the Smitten
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Fruitful Flowers: Founded by Funded Flower 🌹 Who We Are Close your eyes Take a deep breath Ignore the lies This isn’t death These are fetal cries Takes years to undo sometimes Numb to the hand that holds our fate under its thumb We can all relate We were young and dumb We’re trying to drown the hate and take the crown somewhere downtown. Forget the ugly Focus on the good Delight in whats known Not in the misunderstood Focus on the promise That each day brings As the ax falls And the pendulum swings We need a leader, a healer We need another promise of what’s to come We need it boldly and bravely. We must never forget where we come from We must never forget who we are. © SG Herring & Patrick D Read. . . . . . #style #instagood #trending #likeforlikes #entrepreneur #artistsoninstagram #art #explore #follow #fashion #picoftheday #lifestyle #foryou #followme #photography #happy #artist #trend #insta #photooftheday #life #me #instagram #model #nature #fashionblogger #explorepage #motivation #repost #photo https://www.instagram.com/p/CcPxW5ULTZR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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One More Page: Sceptered Secret
Nothing is ever handed to anyone, despite what it looks like. We don’t live in a generous world. We live in a deceitful one. Someone else did something to make it appear that something was just handed to someone. There’s always a blind spot. There’s always someone behind the
scenes. Even when they screw up, they are barely questioned, if at all. Someone was “handed” something because they were appealing enough to use for another’s agenda. Research “agenda” carefully & apply it to this tweet.
Be carefully cautious when you meet anyone who’s overly optimistic about your success when it hasn’t even manifested yet, yet alone manufactured. Remember & understand that anyone giving you anything is the hand of God. Nothing more, nothing less. This guilty sod hasn’t earned the blessings it wants yet. That’s why it’s still wearing the handmaids tale dress. It takes effort & faithfulness to your promises and the truth that you cannot deny that has been presented to you to truly bless a nation, to modify a globe, in the transcendence of wearing a glittering robe, in resistance to the a new piercing on our earlobe.
Even consent is a deadly operation now. We want to know where our freedom went. Don’t ask me because you’ll wish you hadn’t. I don’t care about accolades. I don’t care about appeasing others by pleasing what they want to hear. Most of them made fun of my elemental ears that don’t lay flat against my head decades ago. I don’t get that kind of disrespect much anymore. Most people try to flatter me by telling me they look cool. Hey, if that’s your case, that’s makeup on another face, but I’m not a tool & Im nobody’s fool. If you’re trying to be sly or coy, my empathic vibration will measure it accordingly & anchor your karma to the ground, right in the middle of a poisonous ant mound that was pointless to even check because I married the captain on deck who’s the owner of the ship you’re trying to sink.
You either didn’t realize, didn’t know or didn’t bother to collect the necessary knowledge that even college can’t give you when you gave me a quiet wink so I wouldn’t really think that you’re the reason for the treason aboard the abuse that I can hear for miles because I was born to.
That’s such a shame for you. It’s also been five years since we fell out. I apologized a few times. You blocked me a few more and changed your settings because my sincerity pissed you off. Tell your family if they ever call me a leach again they will see sorcery that blocks their bolt locks & penetrates their possessions to do more than reach them & teach them a mortally moral lesson on name calling & placing stigmas on the retina of mental health & disease. I’m not begging. B*tch please. I’m in my tank top & leggings about 6 hours from you.
I’m not the same b*tch I once was. There’s an extra, accidental itch to kick your a$$ without ever touching you but still placing the fear of God in you. Your intentions are not pure. Neither are your family’s. You think I give a f#ck that your step daddy’s former mafia. Mine is one of the former Presidents, which you happen to know & can’t influence, which infuriates you more but at one time you & your cousins were the reason I was flat on the floor for trusting a diabetic derby of disaster. I paid for your weed, which should have been my rent & would have been considered my role in such times of need but you wanted more speed than I had to give and that’s not at all how I want to or will live. You were also told that if you called CPS on me more time, they would press large charges. Now, my family personally works with CPS Light to successfully & safely raise my son. I once called CPS on myself. They told me to get my mental health checked & back on the bookshelf, but not the library. A few copies aren’t a big deal for a growing population of bankruptcy but I’m not cheap & I’m certainly never free.
There’s always a small fee for me. I do things for free publicly & privately constantly. If you don’t have my notifications on, turn them on. I don’t control the algorithms. My work is worth at least $20 a piece from a professional publishers business standard view point. If you don’t have my notifications on, turn them on. I don’t control the algorithms. My work is worth at least $20 a piece from a professional publishers business standard view point. I have at least 500 pages of poetry that “all the important people” can sift through widely & swiftly and proudly enough that they love what they see & want to produce just about any product you can and can’t think of to promote my work.
I’ve been labeled a female reincarnation & modern day version of Shakespeare, with a darkness of Poe. My friends, my acquired acquaintances, my family & my enemies already know my level. Most of them just can’t reach it & wont. The squired novices of the next devil are too tired to fight with me. I wonder why. I’m too tired to fight with me.
I have a stronger will than any Scorpio or Sagittarius you will ever find. I have those placements in my birth chart too. You gotta be smart to deal with me. I enjoy quick wit that assumes I want to quit immediately. That shows you don’t know me well enough or at all.
About 8 years ago, I painted the bathroom wall light baby blue. It was symbolically good enough that it was only slightly edited before it was roughly sold to someone who never intended to live in it but only wished remodel it & maybe rent it. It left a sourly bad impression with me. I grew up there, in that house. I graduated in that house. I brought my baby home to that house. It belongs to my family in retrospect. My dad put all his time effort and loyalty into renovating what he could afford. Some people don’t care and never will. God blessed that house but not
that town.
He’s been bringing down the current power that has resided over there for nearly centuries & rebuilding where I will end up touring but never alone. Always a body guard & a boy friend that will eventually be my husband. We don’t want threats of gun violence so admins will be strict on who they are permitted to allow in and who gets to wish they had been nicer to me before, during and after high school /during my pregnancy & postpartum depression. They will be forced to admit their cruelty publicly. I will honor those I knew who died young.
They took my place spiritually so I wouldn’t lose our collective tongue. They were younger than twenty seven. One of them worked for Pizza Hut & Seven Eleven. They lost 2 children. 1 to death. 1 to custody of the more capably stable parent. I can’t find them online, even on their
parents timeline, usually on Facebook because FB is where it all started. Captured ten years of my wasted life & time with my only son I will never get back. The guilty sadness doesn’t care if you’re on the right track.
I wish I hadn’t moved like I did but I was dying & my living situation was not ideal to healing from abortive anorexia nervosa. I promise I wasn’t lying. I’m tired of being hidden. I want my family back.
I want everyone to get along. I want a happy ending that has no use in defending itself because there is no element of abuse or the misuse of power. It’s not a myth that these thoughts develop & broaden in the shower but if you aren’t careful, they will definitely devour you when they know they only way out is through.
You are very lucky if the only way out isn’t through. God has chosen you & given you favor that will simmer by the summer in a powerful, stimulating flavor that enhances your senses to remain as yummy for your tummy as possible. We aren’t mummies. We are alive & we are running from the subject of being an objective. Some of us are protected.
I took Mormon vows & I was
baptized 2 years ago on 1/25/22. It’s not something regularly advertise. It’s personal & it will remain that way. Only those I trust know the details to this day. It’s a truthful method to pray. If you are open it, I would suggest memorizing portions of it, like you have with the Bible. It’s still tribal. It’s similar to Christianity but the Christians Christ is not the Mormons Christ. It’s like propelling the religious to pedal faster to stop a robbery before it turns into a feisty, gridded heist.
Before I run out of words, I’d like to present this medal as a forerunner for what I’m doing next. Even the people who support & cause the supply & demand for other carriers that try to copy me but can’t so they don’t & wont, are hidden haters, behind the scenes. It’s always behind the scenes, even if it’s also acting to my face, your face, our face or on the big screen.
The silence is also always squarely in between the staff and faculty when management gets involved. Unfortunately, the case is never entirely solved.
I’m a better version of Nancy Drew. Her father is a lawyer. My grandpa was the best homicide detective on the force. He was a married a prolific, prodigious concert pianist he didn’t understand, took for granted, cheated on & abandoned because his father may or may not have done all the same things. He was kicked off the force & therefore obligated to learn a well paying trade quickly.
He had more children than he wanted or knew what to do with but back then it was all the mothers responsibility, during a time when memes doesn’t exist, were unheard of & would be considered disrespectful. They are by the generation that is still alive & I agree.
He taught my father the tricks & tools of the trade. My father built a reputation for himself as one of the best in trade business in a place everyone knows and admires, holding a bit of reminiscent nostalgia for JFK & Walker, Texas Ranger in the early 60s & 90s.
We could all be strangers but we really aren’t. We all know each other in some way from some timeline in some incarnation. Reincarnation is scientifically proven to exist. You can’t change my mind on the things my soul interrupts because it knows it’s time find scripts that others don’t deserve to read & understand. It was always intended for me to find the mysteries that were, are and will be written in the skies. This isn’t the end of time. It’s the end of an era. The epoch of another one. My personal opinion is that Lot’s wife should have never turned around.
Curiosity is disrespecting our Lord, rather than trusting that he knows better & best. It all comes down to a three year old letter and a bulletin of the bulletproof vest on the officers chest that wanted me 6 months ago into a five minute crisis meeting that went no where but south fast when both women couldn’t shut their gossiping mouth. The sheriff had a blast but got scared a little too well when he went through my candles, crystals, books and cards. People are scared of the truth. That was a perfect example. Celebrities endless youth doesn’t alarm them but an armed witch does.
I was truly thenicest, humblest bitch they ever had in there but of course they weren’t honest like I accidentally was. They planned to charge me with drug trafficking if they could get away with it, among other things. How did the guilty get away with their crimes their paraphernalia became my misdemeanor?
Time doesn’t add up. I haven’t forgotten my self righteous sister was on the phone while I was trying to convince the officer that I needed my medical cannabis for an eating disorder which was evident by my weight & appearance & that I had no idea it was illegal in that state.
They did not and could not care any less than they did. One of them just wanted to turn me in because of whatever my kidnapper said to him & one of them just wanted to f#ck me but wouldn’t risk his career to protect me when I was clearly not okay, so I was stuck in county jail for 20 hours over something I’m PRESCRIBED. I had the card to prove it and everything so what did this little wanna be witch & jealous b#tch I have for a sister really say and really do? I mean they act like sisters born to separate misters.
Even my own dad wanted me to go all the way To Albany because a flight was cheaper than bail money. I still disagree. The officer said I should press charges because I have no idea what they planned to do. The theft enlarges by each month they withhold my things.
No one in their right mind is ending this by sending them $400 upfront to send all my stuff back to Utah. They’ll just run away with the money. I may have severe diagnoses that is treated by the radical equation of equality & equivalents to medicine you don’t mess with, but Im not stupid. I’m 7 years older than this idiot.
That’s the constant problem with late 90s babies & early 00s babies. They think they’re us. Y’all don’t even know what a cassette tape is, especially if your family had money or was into tech for a profession. You’ve barely heard of a BlackBerry. They were ALL the rage. If you don’t know, just turn the page. They were elder smart phones. Business oriented & complicated enough that lots of people just stayed with flip phones until the first touch screens came out. You’ve never heard of dial up & barely heard of 3-4G.
Wifi didn’t always exist and it wasn’t ever this fast. Speedy delivery in deliberation of the weak & the needy. All the rest goes to the cowards that are greedy. None of y’all will ever last. This is all you know. It’s such a shame & I have cried for you reluctantly, yet purposefully. Many of y’all have been warned. You didn’t or just won’t listen.
Unfortunately that’s your own fault. Learn to blame yourself when you ignore some sanely good advice. You will pay the price. None of us are exactly sure how much you’ll need but you choose to breed with the spawn of satan & that takes delicately deliberate action to undo. My auto correct knows what’s up. It gave me deli- cent for y’all. You’re young but you’ve heard the call. No one else has to. No one else has to approve of your answer to it either. God will literally manifest in some supernatural way & you will see unblocked bolt locks, filled shelves with miraculous advantage to stock, in precious waves of immortal shock that pulled its socks off to retire for the night. It is forbidden to miss its early morning flight. Am I right?
What gets my ire is when the chosen still mock God & prayer when the gun will misfire to either prove a demanded point or punish the bad vibes that wish they could dismantle our non verbal tribes. They forgot how to bribe the scribe. The scribe hexed the hell out of them for their own sake before they rang the Liberty bell, a sceptered secret they promised not to tell even when Rome fell. They have a few other plotted plights in scented places as well. Please tell me it’s time to go home. I need a toothbrush, a shower, towel, nightgown & a comb. Wet hair is easier to untangle without a brush when I’m late to see my crush.
I don’t want to waste my time downtown when it’s all right here. God is near. All shall become crystal clear within days. Don’t forget to praise Him. Even unbelievers pray on an intricately intrusive day that begs to introduce the intrepid of fetal movement. How will we know? Because God signed & sealed that three year old letter in a better way than any of us could ever dream of. That, my friends, is called unconditional love.
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