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 BTS has now received their 50th PAK!
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Candy got boobies they're just full of air rather than ectoplasm bc they're running out
So even though they can't deflate candy wears a binder and since they're not alive they can't damage their own tissues doing it so dramatically bc big honkers
Y’al ain’t never seen a shaman speak; a grown woman cry. Y’all don’t know my sad toxic blood. But I allow peace within me for the fact that I look so much like my beautiful Cherokee mama that I don’t even give the slightest intercontinental rift’s bit o’ fuck what anyone has to say because I’ve always spoke in a lucid dysphoria of my own sunshine, of my own spotless mind.
The sad reality of the study sesh/pow wow is basically... genetics erased my code. That’s... all there is to it.
There was never an arrest made for my mother, Brenda Lea Curnutte who passed on 2007 of the Month of May down to a date of force of E=MC whatever. My grief... never saw a dimension. I’ve loved women so deeply I’ve never loved so selfless before: and the true power of a woman lies in the beauty of a nonbinary biological dead end because I WENT OFF MY DEEP END. I literally got molested by an occultist and he’s still.. walking this street I share occasionally. And it. Is, vile. I’m so beyond absolutely furious with myself for always being the most angry victim of circumstances ever when... I’m not the victim. My family. My Curnutte tribe. My Worsleys. My actual psychology friends, demons, playmates.... genomes: peanuts.
I’m a fucking loon filled with so much love and opulence and humble human, specifically, MANY Cherokee women BLEEDING. for I’ve never bled for a man until one actually scorned me in the sense of church and state.
My peace of mind returns to myself with my solace of an original god, a Pangaea of light. Like all my women have been for me in memorial of the woman who died for me... years ago. 11 years, of my GENEALOGY ERASED. I have my faith and my peace and justice will be served. I denounce my faith as a sinner and fuck the lord dude, I’m a Roman Catholic piece of shit and there ain’t a goddamn box big enough for my thoughts on how I feel. I hurt. I bleed. Monthly. Daily in spirit. In Chaka, Chakras, Omens. And most importantly... my women. My humanity.