LA CA,Baja, New York,Greece: It might be easy thinking by the ****** for hire brain dead childless type, the covert narcissistic enemies working the various Invasive medical fields that eagerly plot the demise of a precious heroic human being Amazing intelligent talented surviving witness Mom.
Such stupidified enemies Don't you know fact that no one can **** what an exemplary Mother stands for; Loving Raising saving protecting her legitimate offpring full custody awarded children Against deadly jealous medea habitual drug users sterile thieving **** of Earth! ~~ Unless evildoers succeed breaking a righteous human being spirit first. ~~ B.B.A's spirit soul Mom is safe UNBREAKABLE.. Guided guarded by Living among the very best of bestest from ancient times. ~~~~ By: Mr and Mrs Andrews Honoring our Mom Karijinbba.
Our ideas are bullet proof they can't be shot nor destroyed our ideas eject upwards like fireworks from special volcanic places releasing pressure creating new places in nature and being magnetic with our treasures found we manifest our true nature with lovers imaginations; for in love and war all is valid, if love is the means the beginning and the end. There's no room for shyness maybe a bit self consciousness and we never feel pressured..
Sometimes after the honey moon the groom becomes shy with the brides implossive ideas.
And who knows what the loss if we can't decifer it nor read its melancholic kinesis radiance timely. I surrender only to true love. ~~~~ By An- Karijinbba.
There are bonds that can’t be broken. History spans times farther than us, but there are no I’s in it without us. Just a bookmark where we left off. Picking it up & finishing the story. I told her I would always fold the page so I would forget I already read it. She was in that way – the way in which a story just gets better with time. One worth reading again and again. It wasn’t a good novel without a tragedy. Ours like a reckoning of a hurricane and tornado colliding. One made for land & the other sea. She was grounded in the ways I would never come to know of. Split people like an earthquake beckoning for their essence to emerge. I loved her that. & I always will. *Page Folded – Chapter 1
Emotionless, in pain it's not mundane It's insane, where is all the shame I'm not to blame, so where's my fame I came into this world full of life and wonder Just to have it all torn asunder To be dragged under with the roar of thunder Buried up to my neck, to be kept in check All but broken, I remained outspoken Weeks gone by the toll of a token, I remained unbroken Walked on, spat on, ****** and shat on Slowly, sanity left as if taken by theft Dying inside and out looking worse than a trout Suddenly, a speck of rust, breaks away all of the dust Surely this must be a chance to get a glance of a new freedom So I stand without a demand, not giving a **** Few words go through what remains of my own brain Emotionless, in pain, not mundane, just insane there is no blame for not having shame in any sort of fame
In a dark world, where the light comes from only within me, and none elsewhere. I limp with swollen feet and tired eyes. Tired of the betrayal, tired of the failure, tired of the hate. Amidst the blinding pain, and the screaming angels, I decide to fly. -storm-
Sometimes we need to bend reality, be different, and change our lives drastically for the better.