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Hello guys

Sometimes, you rock. Sometimes you roll. Sometimes you roll paper. Sometimes you get your rocks off by scissoring. XOXO Messiah Carey

Blood moon… Bones break under blood’s weight. Legacy is not a matter of expectations or obligations, it’s about who you were in the moments that counted most, who you were when you faced losing everything to only gain… Experiences.

Welp, just another day in the Hellmouth. Open up, and say “Ahhh!” Yum, tastes like poultry-geist/ Robot Chicken. 🖕🏼

To be loved by my heart is to find a piece of heaven on earth. And today, I saw paradise.

I haven't grown into my smile smiles are for winners not runners up with hard roads in their miles just a flower on the wall paralyzed as part of the paper my skin may bear a few tears but the bones are built greater.

To want power for power’s sake is weak, but to be powerful for the sake of empowering is strength. Fists are not meant for fighting others, they were made to be raised in unity.

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The other night I smiled with the moon, and drank sky wine with Destiny. We gave halos to the stars and they gifted me with a rainbow among the darkness.

Last night I walked around under the purple sky and wished on a shooting star. Oh, Jimminy Cricket. I wish someone knew just how heavenly the future is. How the stars align and flowers bloom with my existence.

Inspirational nightly news quote: “Tonight is the pink moon, because ya know... Flowers.” -Not OK.G.W. Ancient Weatherman Wisdom

If I am reincarnated, I would like to come back as the theme song to Reading Rainbow. But at the end of the rainbow it’s just a shit ton of books about intrinsic evil just burning like a mofo. It’s not a diss, cause those peeps love a good burn.

My heart started with Always, days parted with the myth of love. The beat skipped on to a song named Forever, never long enough for me. Then Infinity, became a soundtrack, containing what we were meant to be. Your voice, it’s my anthem. Chest undressed by your sigh’s melody.

I was just a 9, who went below ground for an 8. Used by those who couldn’t cut the cake. So eat it.

I found my story in the music, and you found I was the key before your chorus. Meeting a melody you needed us to repeat. And you told me I was catchy, so I chose these feet to actually freestyle a while, until the C rose those cheeks into a minor smile that I am memorizing.

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Let’s play a game on which charity I should donate $300 to? Children in Foster Care? Cleaner oceans? Nature conservation?

The fact that slavery existed in the land of the free, or that people had to fight for equality... What a bunch of oxymorons.

Instagram isn’t for listening, it’s for self promotion... And selfie promotion. Guess I cracked the case, the case of why is social... Media? I’m a gram cracker.

Every year that I exist feels like the most beautiful masterpiece, painted by numbers.

When you already have a bird tattoo... Twitter just seems like nature calling.