The Universe Abides

Sober for those times I can control how others see me. 
To be perceived when in the care of one's loved one... 
The green flags seen in another abound
So clearly I see her, "Mirror, Mirror"
The quantifiable reflection of the
Attributes I love within me, reflect back pretty openly

Purrrrrrrrrr.... Cat people.

I hope to be as witchy as the life I want to lead... 
I am The Nobletown Family's Village Witch... 
Around fashion and statement jewelry. 
The South Has Something To Say
Loud and clear, them the rules
I wear wtf I want. How I present to the world is how I like to be seen.

My fashion sense is to dress for days planned out... I like to be prepared. I like to be thought of and respected... Someone I can respect back, even if rejected

You dress like The Doctor. {=}
Highest compliment. 
Really, top shelf!
Words of Affirmation and Touch?

You have to be able to be trusted
Not everyone is safe

Words and lies leak through streets
Memory lanes streak across rainy dreams 
I want everyone to peer through my lessons. 
Skim through my past traumas 
Account for my parents' lack of care
What I remember vs what really happened...
Would they be able to have excuse for their behavior??
When I don't beg for one's forgiveness, but I want to be able to confide in another's perspective 
I will ask for their help

Can you piece together the shit-eating people out there who wish another human's harm based on JUST their skin color?

Outside his rawhide, outside of very black-&-whitely ShitStain on the human race, let alone sharing nationality with that jerky skinless misogynistic yellow bellied right wing clown car passenger princess silver spoon anema.... 

One must feel safe, soberly, before trust is built with a clear open head of trust in someone who has your back. 

A good friend is hard to come by.

Someone who can reassure you and see you for what you are...
A capable problem solver! 
A lost soul trying to settle in a house and form meaningful relationships 
Who controls the narrative of your story is only you
I'd rather believe in The Doctor than Jesus

We're all just stories in the end. 
Make it a good one
So the legend of your kindness lives in
Fierce loyalty in others.
I love a select few. If you wonder if it's you, you're right ;)
Genuine kindness is hard to come by.
I am rare, that I can look someone in the eye and just know the caliber of their character and how they can see that I'm not afraid of looking them in the eye. They are open to see my soul, too. 

I tire of moving from place to place
I tire of most interactions... But someone who seems like a straight forward person, can explain analogies, well. Can be frank to my face, unmask easily... Wow.

I am a witchy woman, a witch from the west
Helicopter motors up high taping fights
Or a traffic car chase... 

I like to stay off the roads and out of the young people's play places. 
Statistically, I'm safer than those out at parties or on the streets... 
Fuck that, I want to stay in and not gamble my life on roads unsafe
ATL isn't necessarily safe...

Protests are happening more and more

Protests against the orange ShitStain that's jacking off to his online, foreign Lover X, Mr. Twit. As they flamewar one another's immaturity...
Publicly accounting one another's sins against humanity
Willingly mooning the rest of the World Powers
Saluting Sharts of terrony and waving white cloth wiped with the blasphemous idol's manure 
Believing they are on the side of good...

Mooby is the Golden Calf,
Also Known As: Capitalism. 
They've been hovering over important buttons
Never pressing down
Who does that Twit think he is?


...
The empire across the Alaskan taint,

Setting up camp in The Gay South.



My father is a fascist coward
A grosshumanturdwaffle... 
Supports Them widely
And most definitely blindly...
Abandoning the Word of the Lord
But disdain drains his lips of compassion 
Why would I ever want to join an institution where they encourage hate towards those less fortunate?

Buy them more tents, but never vote to help them out as a whole. Never that. 
/s

You meet another stardust person and see the good in them that they shine back light, bleeding to yours
Engulfing your path ahead clear as day
I wished to find creative cat people again and I manifested


...


Snow.





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