Never trust the version of someone you meet when they are trying to win you. Watch them when they are bored, inconvenienced, slightly embarrassed, ignored, corrected, or denied. Character is quiet during seduction and loud during frustration.
‘Celebrate my date of birth with acid,
get the days confused
Happiness they take from you,
searching for the naked truth
I’m not awake, I’m in a lake….
I’ll swim away with you
Bitchhhhhh
Check out the butterfly
If you the truth then what the fuck am I?’
Some sort of dark strange mood started to emerge from the shadows of their leaders souls,
Everyone hard faced turning in as they seen the fear filled realities stricken, Intoxicated in control...
read more books. read to escape reality. read to understand reality. read to challenge what you believe. read to think better. read to write better. read to argue better. read to know yourself. read to build something. a single book can completely rewire your brain.
While floating through galaxies they said I couldn't
I noticed how sad one can get
'Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful
I find I can't understand nothin' no more
If I jump, let me fall
I didn’t share my link once and I didn’t ask a single one of you to vote for me for me but even without sharing my link and getting all of you to vote, I still made it to place 64th out of millions of artists globally, and I placed that literally just off my poem ‘Cool Blue’.
‼️‼️‼️‼️ LISTEN UP‼️‼️‼️
This may sound paranoid, but I promise you recently I’ve been being watched. Specifically about my antigovernment and anti-war posts. My attempts to open peoples minds and awaken people to the truth has been being silenced. I found odd differences in my
like this before I genuinely have been being watched and my social media has been being watched. I’m not the only one. There’s been other people with reports of the same thing happening, especially since the ramping up of fascist ideologies within the US government.
LISTEN UP YOU DIRTY SCOUNDRELS
"Cool Blue" (The Tune of Life)
Staring into the dull glow of an empty glazed hall,
Walking these steps of a rotted wood,
But Good timas gotta be ahead, they gotta be ahead?
Right??
Though, Beaten and bruised fruit comes aching down those Steps,
And the tears of those whom have had to fall to collect the blood of ourselves and everything to abate your fears just as the Earth awaits her Cure,
To return again from life that exists in a raindrop...
To be washed again away in the eyes of our hopelessly selling of ways…