GOT that dang sez.

In the French for English, I had some sex, with someone I think is sexy read: really like. After 8 years of self sexuality by choice (coz lets face it, sex is pretty much always on table for anyone, and also everything feels like a choice to me) OR at least, I wasn’t vickie pollard bothered. I defo felt strength in singledom, and a lot of times up my own anteed arse around superiority of feeling less lonely longing that my in a relationship monogamous friends.

I can’t be saved from my own self growth and on all the levels I wouldn’t want to be. This wave of ascension adolescence came through the portal of my own acceptance of narcissism 

I refuse to make sense infinitely in a stream of mass consumerism and coded gravitas allows me the opportunity to actually stretch into the portal of understanding that all I do is expressed in my own energy body. “I am an open book” Is to allude you’re another person lover that requires reading between the lines and creating my own imagery. AND hot love. I will be my own true love, my best friend, my ride or die person hella super Balla fly. I will model in rock solid surety the clarity of awareness, alignment and intent made manifest is a body. I will walk this earth like the source blessed soul spark we all are. I will brave the fires of my own fury, the depths of my own sadness, the mists of that which I have pushed into confused obscurity until all of me is known to the wondrous gateway of all.

I am here for this. I will feel my feelings, I will hold my head up high. There was this gorgeous human who was hired by the company that my company hired to help move us up four floors and plug in those computers who caught me on this stretched beyond stressed day, with my habitual head down. “missing their surrounding staring at the sky” I hear ya slug, coz I look down (don’t wanna step on a bug, don’t wanna see their hearts breaking in eyes in front of me) And this glow-ray-us being caught my eye with a magic glance and said “hold your head up” and I have ever since. Thank you human self. That moment between us is the pearl that defined grace in my witness to embodied expression. 

Are we real people now? Braking out of puppetry and wooden constructs of creative control mechanisms that words for masses made up willing to woke up wonder at power parcelled out proven abooted abrasively abstracted.

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