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Study Finds Men Want Love With Prostitutes

Are Men Looking For Love With Prostitutes?
โ€” Read on www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2012/08/13/relationships-men-fall-in-love-with-prostitutes_n_1772680.html

It’s all been conditioning – these men have been buying sex since children

And now children can see and buy sex toys – toys aren’t behind a black curtain….

The Devil’s society…

Give it time, LGBT will have an orgy in the street.

Porn has ruined man

They fall in love with an idea – and the porn industry repeats the same story throughout years – with all sex workers.

They need the girls in the pictures so much that they use “commoners” as fleshlights

“No one knows why” – ahem bullshite it’s porn

Porn segregates us from unity, imprinting

Well – these boys are exposed to porn at a very young age and it imprints on th๏ฟผem.

And image is important to them – gaslighting – so the Church offers a safe haven for these demons – who want us paying for their housing and meals.

They disassociate when they use porn so it’s like they become a completely different person and that’s why there’s no remorse when they do the shit that they do to you

They have an addiction created by the enemy to break up the traditional family value home – all while the immigrants take throne during “yellow fever”

Suicide is a top leading cause of death worldwide

Porn is the gateway drug to ruin

๏ฟผIt could be easily censored like they do my free-speech

All the little commoners who get on onlyfans, they just use us up like they do in the real world ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ

Most anyway

OnlyFans say most users loose out – it’s only the top folks with value (society is the Titanic)

They steal money from users too

And as much as I love blogging, I don’t want to continue paying the enemy

Pay to play

I’d rather die than give the state another penny

And I can’t even visit Orlando without having to pay four tolls to return and they aren’t cheap anymore ๏ฟผ

It’s the same fucking county, but I have to pay to return to the city I’m registered to live in.

Florida is gone

Overrun with evil and immigration

I mean immigrants get here and naturalize faster than we can even procreate or vote ๏ฟผ

Native Americans were doing just fine here until my bloodline was nearly wiped out by the fucking immigrants that you say bring so much greatness to our country

I fantasize about dying by suicide in terrible and terrifying ways

I know you’re a nihilist and do not care what happens to me…

๏ฟผ”To be seen and not heard” while man destroys everything

But as long as we are making him a meal and doing everything for him

While he jerks off to the pretty women prostitutes

And by telling a man not to fall in love with you, they probably absolutely fucking do fall in love with these prostitutes ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ(not commoners)

Because even the guys without any teeth, think they deserve a ten star ๏ฟผ

And I’ve never been rated a 10 or treated with any value

Lots of marriage proposals though ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ

Fleshlights….

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Heaven or Hell Spoken Word TikTok

I struggled with posting this TikTok even though I worked hard on it because it wasnโ€™t perfect but I need to get use to making mistakes in front of people or Iโ€™m never gonna be able to read my poetry live and I have a brain injury and anxiety and all kinds of other fucking things that Iโ€™m pushing through ๐Ÿ˜‘

๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdfgfqDy/

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Centuries – Original Spoken Word

All these centuries it was you I craved
Hiking mountains of longing while your name I praised
All these fallen ruins are bits of you Iโ€™ve saved
Every foot in darkness steps for you I braved

Pulling part the ocean thatโ€™s the depths I paved
Fusion in my core for the light thatโ€™s phased
Trust in only love cuz thatโ€™s my heart you grazed
Want to spend eternity with our souls engraved

Centuries by PoeEternal

Originally published on my Patreon campaign. Gonna be making some changes to that tier because I want more of my spoken word to be heard.

I tried new recording techniques by recording 2 separate vocal tracks with this spoken word piece. I wanted it to feel like ‘centuries‘ had passed between the two vocals, so I recorded the poem using both high and low pitch tones (along with the ship creaking as time slowly passes). It was definitely a bit tricky to pull off! 

I have a heart of gold and I will always love you. And long for you. My love…

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The Last Flower

I am an open grave / Or a wound for you to play

Surrounded by howling winds
Heavy rains as regret
Your dreams as my silhouette
Your sins as my sins

Been resting with the lights on
Not getting any sleep though
Living in a hostile zone
Better approach me slow

Your hand may be cold but you woke me from the dead
Your whisper I can’t hear but your words live in my head

Push them away I do
Then seal the door shut with a nail or two
Not made for you

Still they accrue
The no’s, the warnings, it isn’t new
I’m turning blue

The balance is off
The pendulum tipped
We’re slaves to the 1 percent

The only redemption it all will burn
The good, the evil, all is done
Prayer won’t stop things to come

I’m always writing and it’s rather frightening

Lost every single thing we had
From a fire that seem to spread
No point in blaming whose more dead

How can you say those things to me in private
While ignoring me in the public eye
I don’t like it
Your trust is a lie

They don’t understand the sanctity of marriage
How the other person’s soul is a carriage
They only want to cage any heart they manage
They have no remorse for the things that they damage

Finding someone worth loving is a needle in a haystack

Checkmate

Waiting for you to make your move
Wondering how your next play will improve
Did your mistake stick you like glue
Into another’s arm’s you flew
Do you know that you can fuck yourself too?

I’m never visiting your blog again and I donated your book to the bin

She misses you while the other is warm
I no longer care who is on your arm
The fundamental constants you only bring harm
You seem like a prince but it’s only fake charm

The ways of the world ain’t right
The 1% built a world of greed and fright
The poor chained with no voice to fight

You stepped into my event horizon
I swallowed you like lava risin’
Got sick of all the compromising
Signals fired with no replying
Your tongue is black and good for lying

As you watch your view count slowly drop
Unless Instagram brings you more fame than you thought?
But I am gone with nothing bought
I came with nothing and left with naught

There’s nothing on the TV
I ever want to watch
I’m feeling fairly empty –
And I drank all of his scotch

Others think I’m winning
I’m crying ’round the clock
Enemies always leeching
Thieving in a flock

Look at all the cum stains
The mind games

You say I don’t care enough
I call your bluff
Pushing and pulling
Your hand is rough
I don’t like it tough

I start out right but slowly drift to wrong
I know how to forgive but it never lasts me long

You’re the sole proprietor of fucking up my life
You should have aborted me with a knife
Instead you cause me decades of strife
I’m thinking of ending my life tonight

She’s a hypocrite
To be two-faced you won’t need a permit
The road is lined with her endless bullshit
I’m over it!

The more I come together, the more I fall apart

If only we practiced the art of love instead of war
If only I were the girl you were searching for

Wake me from the dead
Meet me under ethereal sky
In the twilight
Because you’re the starlight

Our love is indivisible
The dreams I’m living for
I find you beautiful
Your opals I adore

Bury me deeply where you bleed
Plant me near your sacred seed
Leave, but know you’re all I need
Follow holy signs or let me lead

Do you collect my broken parts?
Are they keepsakes in your heart?

I hope my enemies stay off of my grave!

We always regret we don’t have more time
If only I had…
We could’ve…
I should of…

But we don’t.
Or we won’t.
No matter how sad.

There’s a halo around the moon
A sign you’ll see me soon

Mountains have limits
They come in sharp peaks
Piling up my guts to flee it
You won’t find me here in weeks

The last flower in me died
I sat for hours and I cried
Watched the sun burn gold
With eyes that only spied

The last flower in me tried
It spread its petal far and wide
But the sun disappeared and I’m old
It’s simply time for me to hide


ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

Now posting videos of me practicing myย guitar and singing on Instagram. A first. I never play or sing in front of anyone. Sacred parts of me. I’m also awful. That may account. ๐ŸŽƒ

I’m also on LinkTree so you can find me on the web easier. (It’s been made known to me that people are stealing or using my ideas without so much as even giving me a courtesy of a like or my blog a follow. That is intellectual theft and plagiarism. I don’t mind being a muse for you but the least you could do is follow my blog or like the post that inspired you. I have copyright laws posted here for a reason and WordPress is a publishing site so everything I publish here is backed by copyright law. If you are using me as a muse, would you at least consider joining my Patreon for $1 or joining the donation tier? When I tell you that I’m at risk of becoming homeless again and that I can’t afford to eat, I’m not lying to you. I can’t even afford to buy alcohol or weed to numb the fucking pain of existence and I’m depressed and suicidal. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

Now posting videos of me practicing my guitar and singing on Instagram. A first. I never play or sing in front of anyone. Sacred parts of me. I’m also awful. That may account.
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Heaven’s Gate ~ Spoken Word Poetry

Written, recorded, and edited in my home studio

Heaven’s Gate is where Earth meets the sky
I’ll get there if I try
Forever searching for a hello or goodbye
Only finding time to cry

These mountains I stumble and crawl
Every day for you I fall
Gathering mistakes for monuments standing tall
You’re my favorite of them all

I’ve never gone to open mic night or sang karaoke due to my terrible stage fright!
I’ll be attempting an “open mic night” on my Twitch TV channel soon!!
Elite rhyming poetess (I live and breathe poetry and have a taste for rhyme)
I didn’t record this spoken word with my phone so please hit the like button if you enjoyed the poem or the spoken word!!! Equipment used: Epiphone amp, Digital Reference microphone, Mac computer, Garageband, my blood, sweat, time and tears!! Hit the like button for God sake (or drop me a comment, I love those)!! =)
Heaven’s Gate MP3 Cover art

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Our Tree

I went to visit the tree we planted
The seed that fell as our hearts connected
The hope that grew as love erected
A time before I was neglected

I buried my heart where you rejected
And even left faith if ever collected
I have found peace and wrongs been corrected
The tree keeps our poetry safe and protected

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

I still plant his poetry in the better parts of me… his entire existence became a nebula for my poetry and to be honest I haven’t stopped writing about him. I wonder if he still reads these.

In an alternative universe, there is a tree growing with our initials, threaded together by our poetry.

His existence changed me. It’s still changing me. I wish he grasped the power of that.

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Messy but fucking lovable
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Noose

You tied the noose then left me hanging
You pledged for days then changed your aiming
You point your finger loudly blaming
You have no proof for what you’re claiming

Your youth is gone, you’re well past ageing
Your actions don’t match words you’re painting
And every step you’re proudly feigning
I don’t believe a word you’re saying

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

To be honest, I think rhyming gets me off. I get euphoric after I’ve pieced together a decent story. Sure, writing is hard. Rhyming is harder. But you wouldn’t see it that way if you saw me in a dizzy spell writing, sometimes pieces come together so quickly. Or the fact that I live and breathe rhyme 24/7. I think I might have an addiction, albeit, is it a healthy one? I literally write anywhere, and while doing everything. Sometimes I force myself to stop writing and other times I think I’ll never be able to write anything ever again. But alas, I’m still rhyming *sigh* and have been since the age of 12. I fell in love with poetry in the 3rd grade though, when I read an Emily Dickinson poem (I talk a bit about that in my thank you video on my Patreon for my patrons who join, so the video is still there if you are my patron and overlooked watching it. It’s been there since the beginning of my campaign). Anyhoo, sometimes I think I don’t have a drop of rhyme left in me. And then it is flowing out. In heaps. Like lava. And often with tears. My rhyme contains my soul. I lived in a very abusive environment as a child and writing became my escape. Writing was my coping mechanism. And still is of today.

My attempt at “But is it art” below… (but is it art was a saying me and my best friend used to say all the time when we’d fuck shit up. Like once, we redid a chair by putting our handprints in paint all over it graffiti style and writing “but is it art!?!). She died by suicide and I’ve never been the same. But all my attempts at art end with, BUT IS IT ART!?!

Bath + snaps
https://videopress.com/v/o50XfEQP?autoPlay=true&loop=true&muted=true&persistVolume=false&preloadContent=metadata
Bath + snaps
https://videopress.com/v/SuWxwmhU?autoPlay=true&loop=true&muted=true&persistVolume=false&preloadContent=metadata
But is it art?
But is it art?
https://videopress.com/v/qvVrk0LT?autoPlay=true&loop=true&muted=true&persistVolume=false&preloadContent=metadata
I nearly didn’t share this for a number of reasons. But here’s the thing, I don’t want fake boobs. I like feeling things. Might account a tad bit for my poetry. But for real, I’ve had many guys complain that my boobs weren’t fake. Had a guy break up with me in my 20s over it. And I have been peer pressured by society and men to get plastic surgery that I don’t want. I also breast fed an entire year, I have natural curves. And I don’t want to replace my sex organ with plastic for many reasons. I could have made my nipples harder I suppose, so hence ‘soft nudity’. I wasn’t trying to be vulgar or even sexual. Just existing in a hot bath and trying to capture my soft curves. Attempting to be artsy. Instead, I worry now my boobs aren’t sitting in their best, upright position. They don’t meet societies standards of perfection. I’m tired of feeling things though so maybe I should start getting plastic surgery and fake nails and fake hair and fake lips and fake eyelashes and fake tans… throw a fake personality in there too. ((Also if you’re one of the guys who’s ever put my body down… fuck you))! For real tho… desensitized nation 101. I’m not a model. I’m not a porn barbie. I’m a warrior poet, dig? Just trying to find myself and keep 100% authentic & real. I feel like I’m heading towards a dire ending like Edgar Allan Poe though. Cursed. It’s in our blood… I hope someone enjoys my little attempt at art in isolation. If you don’t like my body or my art, join the long line of boys who also don’t. I can’t be bothered with shallow waters any longer. Evolving into a better me slowly as my body is dying. Keeping my mind in a nurturing environment. SELF-LOVE.
https://videopress.com/v/oQltOsvU?autoPlay=true&loop=true&muted=true&persistVolume=false&preloadContent=metadata
The same vid as above but with different effects. But is it art?
I never knew how hard wet hair can be to manage when it’s this long and wet and also heavy… (no filter). I really wish I could upgrade and get some decent camera equipment and lighting. Someone join my Patreon or make a donation please lol I need new editing software too!!! It’s my birthday this month!!! ๐Ÿ˜
That’s all for now. Can’t do much in quarantine. Trying not to catch the plague. Trying not to die by depression. Missing gig life to the full. No birthday gig this year!!! ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

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Centuries

All these centuries it was you I craved
Hiking mountains of longing while your name I praised
All these fallen ruins are bits of you I’ve saved
Every foot in darkness steps for you I braved

Pulling part the ocean that’s the depths I paved
Fusion in my core for the light that’s phased
Trust in only love cuz that’s my heart you grazed
Want to spend eternity with our souls engraved

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

Probably the sweetest love poem I’ve ever written. I literally enchanted myself. A first. But it is now after 2 AM and maybe I’m just tired… But my blog is nearing 50K views (that’s 50,000 visits folks) and I want to pee myself!! ๐Ÿ˜

But I wrote a poem instead. And I hesitated to write a second stanza, but once I got going I’m glad I did… I’m sick to fuck of love to be honest. Someone said I was too young to be a cougar, that I was a cub instead. Well, whatever. Now that I’m ready to date and mingle there’s a bloody zombie apocalypse going on. I ain’t trying to die from the plague. Apophis (that huge effing asteroid) is returning to kiss Earth in April 2029, which sounds like a more exciting world ending, and I hope to get laid by then too… ๐Ÿ˜

๐Ÿค—

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Noble Signs

My love, I have moved galaxies to watch you walloping
I have paused sunsets to feel your warmth
I have stretched across reason to find you galloping
Like a wild stallion to find my court

My love, why do you let doubt cloud the view?
I would build apologies grander than heaven
If it took the burden from you
You are an 8th wonder times seven

My love, every night I rest my eyes on your dreams
Do not chew on regret
For you, my love spans galaxies
Please don’t ever forget!

My love, why do you let the wind whisper doubt in your ear?
You are a spiraling galaxy
Love is in your atmosphere
And it all comes from me

My love, my arms are branches of hope
For you they grow
So long they circle the globe
They were made for you though

My love, the lines on my lips are edges of time
And for you, always these lines
Every crease nestles our rhyme
Here lay the noble signs

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

So I’ve been on a tiny posting break (but not writing) and absolutely blown away at how many likes and comments my previous post garnered. Over 100 likes and 60 comments on my freestyle His Kingdom, thank you! ๐Ÿ˜ My mom even left a comment, how do I top myself? I never wanted to post again and it is still receiving likes! I should just start a new blog and let it reign forever…. but I have other poems I really need to post. I have so much left to say before I die. If I get anything right in life it will be my death. My words can stay with you forever.

Destiny provided by the universe and my love for you โค


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His Kingdom

I once could feast on him but only from afar
There are continents that separate our hope
His smooth head has been polished by time
I long to run my fingers over his kingdom
But my feet are not wanted on his land
That doesn’t stop the stars falling every night for his love
The moon perched on fantasy
His poems are auras in my soul
God made it so
The storms he brew in me
Where will the rain fall now?
Who will wash your feet?
The way I’ve done after you’ve murdered me
An outcast for mercy
Forgiveness I cried
Gullibility my only ally
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Not since he banished hope
All welcome but you need not apply
You’re not worth my time
The moment I died

My halls are haunted now
By dreams that never came
And all the things we could have done
Are all that do remain

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

His poems are auras in my soul

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Hello Farewell

Fairytale or nightmare
Heaven or hell
Common man or devil
This time I can’t tell

Leisure or battle
Sickly not well
Poison or apple
To leave or to dwell

Whole or a sample
Free or for sale
Space or a shackle
Real or a spell

So many I tackle
His shit I can smell
Tongues full of babble
Be quiet or yell

Fist or a grapple
Satin or shell
To flee or to straddle
Correct or misspell

Stand still now or paddle
The boat took a swell
Clear thoughts or to channel
Hello or farewell

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2019

Dropped spoken word of this on my Tuners account ๐Ÿ‘

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A Visit From Lu

I guess you could say we are acquainted
We had similar falls, our wings are tainted
But now I am older and my sins have faded
And though it’s been decades, Lu has gladly waited

He knows I don’t like him coming around these quiet parts
But that doesn’t stop Lu from having a heart-to-heart
He may own the land but I have the right to depart
But the places I am going, may require some charts

He never knocks, he just enters the room
And my temperament goes from glad to gloom
The air gets colder as it’s filled with doom
I turn away and mumble, “I don’t wanna talk with you”

Lu takes a seat and starts whistling, “What I’m about to tell you might be chilling”
As I was headed to the door proudly not listening,
Lu started hissing

My step slowed and nearly faltered
From the snake gripping down under
And now the moment felt awkward
As I wondered this time what Lu offered

The thing we had most in common was our grin
Which is odd, given that, it should be sin
But when it comes to purity, I’m the best that’s ever been
And I heard him hissing “favorite” with the moonlight shining in (he’s at it again)…

To be continued…!?!

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2019

Read: A Visit From Lu Part 2

Read: A Visit From Lu Part 3

Read: A Visit From Lu Part 4

Read: A Visit From Lu Part 5

Read: A Visit From Lu Part 6

Read: A Visit From Lu Part 7

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Shrink

I wish you were my shrink
I wish you were my husband
Finish what I think
Catch me in the shallows
Stop me where I sink

Copyright ยฉ 2026 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

God was like โ€œso you wanna see what you lost, huhโ€ฆโ€

And Iโ€™m still descending – feel my life unending – tied to times arms – spiral out lifeโ€™s long

I suffer from depression and dreams of you
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My dream home is under contract

My dream home is under contract with someone else

Like when I saw him from the other side, my life flashed before my eyes. Everything I had dreamed of behold: DENIED.

It felt the same walking away from my dream home. I CRIED.

Just wasting away til the moment I DIE

The old me clashing with the new me. The old dreams. No longer fitting. And the tears they keep coming I’M ADMITTING

The fact that they still wanna work with me even tho I didn’t sign the contract, and there’s 4 more available – and he let me know he’d be showing the remaining available

And I wanna curl up but (not die)

I was approved for my dreamhome – I just didn’t have the courage or feelings of worthiness – or maturity – to take on a 3 bedroom, 3 bathroom townhome

I can barely get on most days

I once dreamed prayed while dying “if I could just see my soulmate” “even for a minute” before I die

I don’t really believe in coincidences

I hope he’s happy tho cuz I’m fucking miserable

It’s probably this fucking disease of depression I suffer from

God has imposter syndrome but he’s probably a psychotherapist

I know you never thought about it

Like that before

Did yah?

I just sometimes wish one thought could be my own

If desolate had a picture in the dictionary

I’m prepping to climb Mt Everest (or some other peak) so that’ll take prob a decade to recover from this heart injury

(Im not really planning to climb a mt per say)

(Im practicing freewill and freedom)

I know I sound depressed lmao but Im fine

But I prob shouldnt show my face at my remaining dream homes

I already went thru all the feels

And they belong to someone better

The dreams I had with you
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Disassociation

Tiktok won’t let me share this

New original poetry for someone else to steal and do “for better.. or worse”

Permanent derealization
Inside a shadow realm
Never coming down

Lost
Like losing tracking
Satellites show we’re slacking

We’re standing in the tall past
You said we’ll have the last laugh
Declaring magnets don’t last

Copyright ยฉ 2026 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

(pโˆž)

I got so fucking lost

I laid there dying in the void

I dunno

I found God out there

Like a hammock

Resting on

Or maybe God found me

This time…

Imagine being so lost with no direction (nihilism)

It’s fucking hell

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LAB MADE FOSSILS

LAB MADE FOSSILS

NEED I SAY MORE

“Cramming 1000 years into 24 hours” but no one ever questions the MATH IS WRONG

I keep saying either A. We existed with the dinosaurs (even if we looked less civilized) and dinos were hunted to extinction to make room for MANKIND CHINA NUMBER ONE

B. Dinosaurs were around more recent than not – that’s why blood and tissues are still found. But science doesn’t want you to find out that MAN was responsible for the previous extinction events

That’s why he needs you to believe a false timeline

Furthermore, as someone who has a science degree, I HAVE SINCE DENOUNCED SCIENCE AND MAINTAIN MY FAITH WITH GOD

Waking up from the nightmare nearly drove me off the edge

But I spent hours watching someone else drive off a pier instead: i muted the sound: sometimes i reduced the speed

He never once hit the break

The flickering of the lights was in passing beams (or whatever they are called) on the bridge

He drove thru an iron gate

He never wanted to be seen again

Instead it was filmed and put all over tiktok AND it took recovery days to pull him out of the water

(In hindsight, john jones wanted out of the cave but they left him there…)

(Sometimes i want to go visit jj)

Intrusive thoughts

You don’t wanna know what’s on my mind

Part of me wants to change and the other part wants to find the old me

Before I became whatever the fuck this is

The messy middle

I’m always in the middle

The Wallflowers even wrote a song about it

I’m the middle child even tho my big sister died

I havent processed that one fully

The day I came out of disassociation to try and process it, Pensacola experienced a blizzard

Not my mom in other parts of Florida

Not my other sister

Not my sister’s daughter (my niece)

Just me

A fucking blizzard

It was also her death anniversary

“You died this month but what day”

“You cold fucking bitch don’t forget”

Hell froze over but man it brought SO MUCH JOY to my cold heart

Out there in the blizzard freezing my damn toes off

Going live until the phone freezes

THOUSANDS TUNED IN TO SEE MY LIVESTREAM OF THE BLIZZARD

But not all parts of Florida got it

I literally searched on my computer the day

And then took the dog outside

“OMG IT’S SNOWING”

“WTF IT’S SNOWING”

And it had just started…

Anyhoo they’d lock me up for telling you I jumped into this timeline during an intense lightening storm

Back in 2018 I think

Still me, same me

But not the same world…

Not the same memories…

Fractal

Shhh

Today I woke up with the thought of

“Can fossils be lad made” and they sure fucking can

24 hours no less

On a scale of paranoia being 1-10 mine is nearly always OFF THE CHARTS

I’m okay…

Just unearthing lies

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Gulf Breeze Zoo review

As posted on TripReview

The animals were depressed. Their housing is small and filthy. There is little to no enrichment. They were dirty. I saw many trying to find a way to escape, including a turtle bitting at the wire. The budgies didn’t want to eat and were bored of the sticks. The seeds are glued on. The train was always full so despite heading to that area minutes ahead of schedule, it was already packed. I opted for food at the Watering Hole cafe knowing prices would be expensive – every table was filthy and sticky, the food was worse than a gas station or skating rink: The Crispy chicken was so small I had mostly bites of bread and pickles. The chicken was microwaved? Or grilled? There was no bread on the chicken? There was no crisp… I added a funnel cake and it was THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I wasted one (I just didn’t like the taste and there was too much powered sugar it’s all I could taste). The drink was flat (I threw out my Sunkist). They don’t pass out straws for the environment (good) but they do with the Capri Suns (confused). I’m not expecting 5* quality food – but after eating there twice and the staff is SO RUDE – I just don’t wanna bother supporting this place or zoo. I felt sad for most of the animals and their boredom and attempts at escape did not ease my worries. Some animals are safe and happy. The bears look like they are locked up in a jail cell. There was no movement from them. Just laying there hoping to die. I couldn’t figure out the loops of the trail even with maps and a sign so missed out on seeing a Great Ape (the walk was far, the train always full, the place was packed, it was a Sunday morning which ran into afternoon). I took my time seeing what I could. The land is nice. The animals could have so much more space. I wound up converting my day ticket into an annual pass but it will be my last. I hate it because it will hurt the animals. But it’s breaking my heart seeing them suffer. The staff seem young, dissociative, mildly rude, overworked even tho they are doing basic animal care (not very well). If the dining room is THAT DIRTY that they can’t take a few minutes every hour to wipe down the tables or AS NEEDED – then I fear how the kitchen looks. And at them prices, they can afford to give us a clean space to eat and soda with some fizz!

The photo booth was expensive but fun the 1st trip but on my return they had changed the packaging. And overall, I think I am tired with lazy, uncaring staff. This place should be SHUT DOWN. The place is filthy and overpriced in every aspect. Many animals are depressed. Squirrel seems happy. I saw a rhino use the bathroom and then drink from the same water supply. I know this part is normal, some stuff is fun to see. ๐Ÿ™‚ 

3* but honestly I’d rather the animals be free. 

I overheard someone at the lion enclosure say “wild captured” and that really didn’t sit right with me. 

The entire place feels like an outback of Africa. I LOVE feeding the goats and pigs. 

After 2 trips to the zoo including extras (photos, feed, food) I have spent well over $100 for 1 person. Close to $200. So I would make an expensive date apparently. And I would still cry… 

In hindsight, I laughed, I cried. 

P.S. despite making me cry on our first or second date, please take me to the zoo again. (It’s not your fault). (You just gotta get me involved with conservation efforts or something). Upgrade to the pass and let’s eat some place else. Deal?

And yeah, photo booth photos are recommended / despite the packaging changing *sigh*

I love that they physically print out from the photo booth but currently you can get a free digi version too

You can add filters or backgrounds but I opted to just be me!

I still haven’t seen the hippo (third date please?)

I like walking around, I wish the cafe was clean and the food better (the crispy chicken was a small square and grilled-like)

Mystery meat we call it in the Army

They serving “mystery meat” at the Watering Hole cafe

Can’t update my review…

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Reco

Oh hi. It’s been six months. I ain’t anybody new. *waves*

Got a recommendation for you.

I’m normally so depressed I don’t like nothing but the rain or sunshine. ๐Ÿคจ

I sat out on my deck dealing with the boredom reminding myself “this is progress” as I watched the low hanging clouds forming circles with me inside and now I’m talking to the clouds “oh you gonna be big huh. So this is what being in the eye is like. Well please don’t hurt me”.

I ain’t turned my vehicle into a storm chaser yet

And eventually I took my brand new bike out – to “weather the boredom”

Wound up going up hill and against the wind

I’m like I DON’T WANNA STOP BUT THEM CLOUDS COULD POUR DOWN ANY SECOND

*decides to cruise further*

She’s inside the laundry room locked up even tho I got an all weather bike bag

Everyone has their bikes outside – we got cameras and eyeballs watching 24/7

My bike is the cheapest I’m certain but it ain’t stopped folks from raising eyebrows

She’s pretty I know

No gears

You gotta do the back thing with the brakes

It takes some getting use to

I was use to handle bar brakes

And remember I cleaned out my closet and made THREE TRIPS to Platos Closet (a thrift store) to sell items to budget for a bike

A bike I wanted last year for my birthday

Well I finally got her

And I sat through AN ENTIRE MOVIE that I enjoyed

Like top ten best films ever made

I’m gonna watch it again.

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Made for me (pโˆž)

He doesn’t like where he’s at
He’s hung up on where he’d rather be
Climbing mountains
Making love by the sea

He’s staring in the mirror
Retracing what he needs
Shackled in the now
He lacks faith on where to flee

The sky, the stars
He’s writing in his dreams
Upon awakening, he’s convinced Were made for me

Copyright ยฉ 2026 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

(pโˆž)

Daisy – The Golden Syrian Hamster – enjoying my fern (by the way, Hamster populations in the wild are down 50% as of 2019. They are listed as critically endangered. They are going extinct. (This one still bites me because she knows I can’t live without her)
Daisy munching on my fern – houseplants improve mental health and air quality
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Shepherd (freestyle poetry)

I know you’re sad
I’ve laid in bed
Things I’ll never repeat
Twisting in my head

Like a daily motto: “there’ll be joy when you are dead”

I’ve gone to hell twice
Just tonight
Sat right with Satan
Told him “I still hate him”

I like to bait him
Keep him on my tail then
Lead him straight to my den

“All is welcome”
“Except not him”

He said, I’m the 9th wonder of the world
Pointing to a picture
A great void or a whisper
I’m the angel’s keeper

“Can’t trust her eitherโ€ฆ”

Trust, I love being lost
The feeling of “I forgot”
Happens a lotโ€ฆ

Like drawing a blank memory
Sending a greeting card with no greeting
It’ll happen to me

Embrace being lost
Learn to maneuver the dark
Faith is my ark
Burning or not

I’m a lost little shepherd
My DNA is a letter
To the cosmos below my feet
I’m begging to be better

Copyright ยฉ 2026 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

 (pโˆž)

Don’t worry, I ain’t quitting my day job.

Do you feel the call to the wild? Like to be free to just drive around for a year? Find yourself? Sleep on top your car somewhere unknown? I dunno.

I GOT TO GO.

At least see 1 national park

Eventually, some, face death head on

Gotta look it right in the eye

Some never know what hit em

Some wrestle the demon

I know it’s not the greatest writing – but the embers are still burning

The soul needs a little stirring

Need to go look a great ape in the eye

Say “hi”

I wouldn’t last long in the jungle but luckily this is a zoo…

I’m heading to

To fill up my spiritual cup

Cuz God knows I don’t need NO MO missionary boys at my door trying to micromanage my faith

HONEY SHIP SAILED

SHOULD HAVE GIVEN A FUCK TWO MORE ABOUT ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG

I WANT TO BE LOST

There are wonders to be found

(You just want my dimes anyway)

Now I gotta put a “no soliciting / no religious / no no no ARE YOU THE LANDLORD then NO KNOCKING” sign…

I will hand someone an invoice if they break the rules

“For each minute of my time you will pay a fee of…” and I’ll have some fake card reader too – cuz I took drama in school and props are important

DON’T FOOKIN KNOCK UNLESS YOU ARE PAYING ME FOR MY TIME”

They didn’t even bring me a bible

And they texting calling daily

Ghosted them days ago

God is the ONLY ONE allowed here (and the landlord obviously)

My time is precious

The church should be paying me to attend

I got a zoo passs

I’ll be with God’s creatures

And probably eating funnel cake on the train listening to some tunes

I get to ghost all the men who appear in my life ROUND TWO

Besides, Geo imprinted on me

Like the sun and my freckles

I don’t care how crazy I am

You say it like it’s an insult

I am the product of my surroundings

DEAL

(And you don’t get to write up new rules like “a sudden penny shortage” – that may work with the sheeple but not me)

Panera Bread tried to short me a penny and I was like “you’d rather short your customer than your register?” And she gave me my penny…

Meanwhile another location of a different store stated the shortage would be in “our favor”

Yeah fucking right and that’s the type of business I’ll support

It’s not like 20 years have passed since they stopped making pennies

I swear the way these companies keep stealing a penny

Before long it’ll be a dime

Needless to say, me n Panera broke up

Over a penny…

I’m petty as fuck

(My mom would have been embarrassed had she been in the ride)

“Delia, it’s just a penny”

“Yeah, my penny. MINE”.

Think of all the pennies they are keeping….

THIS AIN’T JUST ABOUT ME

WAKEYYYYY WAKEEYYYYYY UPPPPP

It ain’t my job no mo to wake anyone

Everything has been turned into the social credit system and they used the pandemic to throw us under the bus

The good news: my rent ain’t going up and I’ll be set until at least April next year

I got a new shower head with a hose + a filter which I’ll be attempting my first install

Just the basics from Home Depot ๐Ÿ™‚

But it’ll be better than what I have

Also want to install a filter system under the sinks – landlord will need to help with that

Hope you’re well…

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January 2026 Zoo visit

Some photos & videos from my trip to the zoo – they focus on conservation – which is nice

Videos ๐Ÿ™‚

Lovebirds literally (not literally cuz then they’d be actual birds wouldn’t they….) TWO LOST SOULS SWIMMING IN A FISH BOWL

The Budgies ๐Ÿ™‚

Heaven is a rink full of Budgies, but it’s also at the zoo ๐Ÿ™‚
He’s not a monkey cuz he has no tail and he walks on 2 legs like humans and is also a proud new daddy
I rode the back of the train even tho I was first in line ๐Ÿ™‚ *chatter sound muted*
Love how they all acknowledged me ๐Ÿ™‚

I had a great ape watching me ride the back of the train

I couldn’t take my eyes off him

He had a look like “I wish she’d come a little closer”

I’d defo get my head ripped off

Like why did I not go to school to be a zoo herder

Rethinking my whole life

Me feeding goats and pigs from Africa or thereabouts ๐Ÿ™‚
Silly goats ๐Ÿ™‚

I didn’t see the big cats or bears

There was even a chicken area

I’m sure snakes n bugs somewhere?

Unlimited train rides with my pass

Photo booths are back trending again for me this year – spotted one at the mall too ๐Ÿ™‚
That’s all for now ๐Ÿ™‚
Even afar the Great Ape is yah know A GREAT APE (but you can pay extra to see him, he does have a name, they all do)
Freaking lovely zoo ๐Ÿ™‚
The freaking GREAT APE or whatever he is (ima be back)
Lovely day at the zoo ๐Ÿ™‚
A fucking rhino
A field of fucking rhinos…

I didn’t even film everything. It was cold and grey.

They have a GIANT ANT EATER

*sobs cuz why am I not a zookeeper*

How does one acquire a zoo?

ANHOO

Honey, I’m home
An edit I made ๐Ÿ™‚
Loved riding the back of the train ๐Ÿ™‚
Oh to be whatever that is swinging in the tree (honestly I’ll learn soon) ๐Ÿ™‚
Another edit I made ๐Ÿ™‚

There’s nothing a hundred men or more could do keep me from the zoo… ๐Ÿ™‚

Great Ape like “wtf am I doing in Florida”

You looking at me?
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LOST ACCESS TO INSTAGRAM FOR NOT PROVIDING FACIAL RECOGONITION

WHAT.

I literally stopped posting because all the threats and penalties were damaging my mental health

I’ve logged in from time to time, my account was back in “good standing” for pretty much all of 2025.

But because Hitler still reigns – META is holding my account hostage and not giving me access to any of the content I worked hard on – building my community – so they could bury us under the rubble and build a new temple on top of all we did – the poetry – the digiart – pictures of my now dead sister and dad

So the only reason I was hanging on to my account was personal

I was behaving

I was following community guidelines

But in the end, it didn’t really matter

My nightmares are true

They are keeping me from you

So even after appealing, giving them my email, agreeing to captcha, they still cockblocked me and requested my fucking FACE

I DO NOT COMPLY

I DO NOT COMPLY

I DO NOT COMPLY

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I DO NOT COMPLY

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I DO NOT COMPLY

“You ain’t got none either” (the ex neighbors)

P.S. hope mark zuck *____* into a tree

(Fill-in-the-blanks)

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Had a doc appt with my primary care doc. She was spitting words out like swords, I began to cry

And even towards the end of the appointment, as if her heart ain’t black enough, she had the audacity to put a hole in my already sinking hope boat

On faith I float

Anyway, without too many details, I simply stated I’d like to live as old as my grandmother in a halfhearted tone and she replied: (wait: where’s the quote thing that automatically turns a quote into a quote, into 4 lines- QUITTING MIDTHOUGT)

Maybe I’ll tell u later…

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Best of us…  (pโˆž)

He was something beautiful
A storm surge
Rushing through oblivion
At the throne of dutiful
No question he loved her

Dust forms in the cracks of your soul
Exit gates where my pity can tiptoe

Try to disappear wearing red
Got the killer on a bloodshed
Going for the gold
Glowing above my halo

He’s breathing lead
Like he’s the second planet from the sun
You better run

But I’ll be hiding in light
I’m right in sight
The guns and the knives

It’s familiarity
Hiding twice as fast as speed
Is he looking at me

Lying underneath the rubble
Exactly where he’s slugging
Disappointment ain’t subtle

The way your stillness blinds me
Turns me into butter
Like looking in the sun

So I escape instead
Of dying in the gutter
In the lattice of the young

Last time I was caring?
Red herring
When’s a time you never lied?
HaHa you tried

I’ve been sleeping with an attitude
I’ve been sleeping like you asked me to
Sometimes it really comes to choice
Like what else am I supposed to do?

Grossly corrupt
How they grew up

Got us hanging from the line
And my ears are ringing
From your screaming
“You gotta cut it this time”
The world below spinning
My head killing
But I’ll need a minute
To process this ending

You’re waning gibbous
Saying death could be the best of us

I seek a future different the past.
What right ascension and declination have you seen one at?

I never really learned to tie a knot
It’s not my luck
I never learned to love a lot

Can’t get a leg up
Probably miss him too much
Text him when I’m not drunk

Like when I give him secrets
Can’t trust he won’t keep them
Wrap em up beneath him

Bran scan shows I’m dumb
But I don’t know how come
Unlike this chair I built
With all his lies I’ve dealt

I’ve got a single bullet
Don’t know where I should put it
Maybe under the Mistletoe
Right where the axes go

Have you succumbed
Down in the mire
Took you how long
Cutting through the liar

Copyright ยฉ 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

Do you know the coordinates to this black hole?

Hi. Goodbye.

Barely alive – had burnt toast n cream cheese – hanging in there

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Coffee

Coffee is on the stove
There’s a warm glow
And the nightmare from my dreams below
Hanging from my halo
A rock would be softer than this pillow
I’m too low

Copyright ยฉ 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

P.S.

It’s that time of the month again. Where my mood shifts like a pendulum. Can’t handle where I’ve been. It’s just my blood darling.

Can’t believe people didn’t take better care of their bloodlines.

I’m crying all the time, putting in the overtime, won’t cost you a dime.

Happy dying. Oh stop lying.

I dunno if this is an insult but it’s likely why you’ll never hear me boo’d off stage or attempting open mic cuz that’s exactly what this slam poetry was –

Thank you?

I just think it’s funny I quit posting after that comment. I mean how many straws?

No I don’t have thick skin. Poe died naked out his mind on the street darling.

CHILDSPLAY

I mean same same

It’s not like Victoria even liked it…

“Bad press is good press” (for the narcissist)

At least it got 390 views

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Bloom  (pโˆž)

Cherry blossoms bloom
Over my depression
Red leaves fall
Deeper isolation

Like a pivotal point
Forged through tribulation

Five trillion eight hundred seventy-eight billion four hundred ninety-nine million eight hundred ten thousand miles from all creation

I’m racing towards
A single colossal point of gravity
Like I’m searching for
Rewards

Copyright ยฉ 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

I don’t even like halloween anymore

But there are SOME things I still like…

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Sink  (pโˆž)

Your words
Sink 36,000 feet below
Where I bestow
Feathers from your mantel
Flowers for your candle
A simple “hello”

There was a time
I trip-mined
Over our demise

Trenches filled with water
Worries fell to slaughter
But you were still mine

Like golden arrows
Muskets for the scarecrows
Love found in the narrows

I wonder how deep we go?

Copyright ยฉ 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

~Been writing lines since 1989~

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I had the worst diet (lines n rhymes)

There are hills I have climbed
There are mountains where I’ve died
I’m still lingering on the hillside
There are trails where the blood dried

Your stats are booming!
But it doesn’t mean I’m looming
Come school me
Don’t fool me

I had the worst diet
Lived on his lies like it was the Hyatt
His love was a riot
Never peace
Just wanted quiet

What am I doing holding onto these ashes?
Counting midnight stashes?
Wondering how long life is?
Cuts like a knife when
Life ends
Just like yours did
Where does mine begin?

The same way they think they’re game is worth waiting for
They’re a fucking bore
Matchmaking locked
But I got a glock

I didn’t want to give another update; another reason why I am late. An outtake: for fuck sake

My favorite part of the journey is the rest
Think I like it best
Some call me lazy
Cuz I like to nest?

Of course we would meet through the ether
I’m not pure either
Heaven I would not enter
Just sitting here in purgatory
Like a bedtime story

My love is buried in a cave
Degrading
Am I worth saving?

Dear Follower,
I know you followed
Through endless hollow
Look all the years and roads we travelled
Bickered laughed falling on some gravel

The places we will go
You know I miss you so?

Met you at my lowest
like an interlude
of course it wasn’t the devil
but God true and true
even if you were just a man
he looks just like you?

Do you think God could create a love that goes on forever?
Do you think the universe is a love letter?
Cuz I’ve got memories as distant as stars
But not where you are
Like living in a waking dream
You are there in the corner of my seams
WALKING WITH ME

We’re neurodivergent
We spin like it’s urgent
Spinning faster than the earth is
Some say we’re imperfect

Error
Like an arrow
Straight to the center gravity
Of my failure

Still I’m getting better
Miscalculating data
Just like the AI
Counting only matter

I don’t know what I’m holding on to
Will I disappear after all I’ve been through
If I let her go, will I be new?

I don’t know what I’m doing here
When I want to roam the streets dear
But my shadow’s bringing fear

I don’t know why I’m circling
Nothing I do ever stops the hurtin’
There’s just avenues of me

Burial piece cuz single never married (i think it’s real crystal cuz it’s imperfect yah?) but also the energy – the light reflecting – the weight and things (new crystal head piece) (will things catch fire if i go out in the sun – i mean that could make for a good vampire short) (and yes people do catch their houses and cars on fire over 1 tiny crystal – how many does this hold) – new superpowers uncontrolled – prob why im grinning – i could be the most hideous beast but not my headpiece) (he gonna wanna marry me)

They pass out medical diagnosis like it’s a weather forecast; “You’re 6 degrees from dying but there’s sunshine at last”…

Precognition

I said, you’re perfect
Nothing would be worth it
That’s the verdict

(I’ll never date or acknowledge another ten) (not even gonna look their way) (oof TOUCHE BROTHER)

RUST IN HELL

Like if a ten ever asked me out for anything I’d be like: WHAT. NO. You’re more than a ten.

I’d simply walk away.

And if he persisted I’d just demand loudly: I DON’T WANNA BE YER FLESHLIGHT

Yeah no NOT REAL – DENOUNCED – took me a whole science degree and 40 plus years WOOHOO – I AWOKE

Like standing up for yourself
While backing into a wall
It’s no fun at all
But you will prob hear me laugh
As I’m picking up my step
Crying down the hall

Copyright ยฉ 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

(pโˆž)

Postscript:

I dunno if I’m clumsy or if it’s almost a full moon

Two things can be true at once

I get upset I don’t spend more time talking to the stars

That shit won’t even be twinkling til I ask it something specific: “did you miss me, two for yes, one for no” and I’ll be blessed it’ll blink twice

HA! knew knew

Our love is instant – no distance between the two

The sun is local

Flat earth: not confirmed

(I know things b4 they happen)

I pick up the signal before the signal arrives

DO U WANT MORE LINES?

(Im still under a treatment plan, not in remission, got tired of the constant penalties trying to game or socialize)

You don’t want me writing on *insert CGP* yet

Better let me feed the squirrels

And stop cutting down the trees

You already ran off Owl or killed him one

Im on final edge

THERE’S NO MORE WARNINGS

I’ll attempt to post some of my DBD gaming maybe – just to show you how pissed off I really am – either go all in on the killer hardcore pallet stun blind after blind or i never move

I go in without an offering item or perk

I don’t lurk

It’s either “go ahead and get yer 4k or there’s no stopping me and i’ll even get the hard save”

I was laughing SO HARD when I kept getting STUN AFTER STUN and kept shaking my head NO but the killer was heated – and I was so calm – Im learning to control my moods thru the game lmao

Get the killer all worked up and I aint even breaking a sweat

Eh sometimes I feel bad and just let them have me cuz damn i be mean

But what’s even more fun is the killer only saving me

Ive tried to die and they’re like “nah you can have hatch”

“Im suicidal too”

Sweet. Happy Halloween boo.

Squirrel enjoying the fresh food n water from the rabbit carrot ceramic bowls

I uninstalled the game. AGAIN.

And I don’t doomscrool

The one app I was left on kept punishing me after I spent loads of money feeding the enemy

Im not supporting other creators when I cant do the same (without penalty)

Im tired of appealing?

I really wanna update my blog?

I have goals but then again Im bed rotting

I was at physical therapy yesterday

“Im not ready for a walker”

But you need to get use to seeing me with a walking stick

Moving into my Moses phase

The mountains been calling

I would write more but there’s only the phone

I hate my tablet

I hate my laptop

I hate my Playstation 5

I hate my TV

I don’t hate eggnog or pie

Or this little guy

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You forgot to tie the line (freestyle rhyme)

I know

I know you’re bored of life
I know you’re tired of lying
The quick traverse of the rope
But you forgot to tie the line

Forget about dying

I think about you all the time

The cold felt you appear like a sun ray, but disappear just as I prayed

For once, you let me have my way
But looking back, the way was paved

And there were devils on the road
And there were demons in the den
They were always looking
They know all I’ve been

Sometimes I question things did
We’ve been depressed since we were kids

You’re hiding under pseudonym
You’re writing in acronym
Two plus two means words you spell
For me, “I’m always seeing him”

In clouds, en empty well
Lost footsteps in hell

Like during the blood moon
I’ll stop and bless a boon
Speak words with you
Where dreams feel true

But I am two-faced
Barefoot disgraced

I know I’ll find you on the dark path
And on the pages where I come last
But have a good laugh
(And no I won’t ask)

I’m mad
And in the madness, you found me dancing ballet atop the quicksand, asking when will it end?

“Do I know what I am doing here”
“Do you know why you are here”

Other dimensions have left shadows on my heart, in places even you wouldn’t embark

Like leaving footprints of destiny
You weren’t meant for me

You were like meeting light at the end of the tunnel
Tongue no longer verbal
Wanted in your circle
Knowing I am trouble

But you are fire and I’m a match
So open doors now have a latch
And you escaped down the hatch

We’re running from the past but the sign up ahead says we’re going too fast

All my nightmares are neatly tucked away under my bed
That’s where dreams go to die

If you look at the dust collecting, that’s my skin shedding
Cold nights sweating
Bloodletting

There I lay dead
And who I could have been
Is laying there like papers
Yet it is skin…

Dried up and thin

The worse part is I don’t listen to myself
Just like nobody else
I said halt not left

But John went crawling in a hole he knew he wouldn’t fit in at all

“The map is wrong”

The globe isn’t accurate
Your love I’m chasing after it
In the middle of midnight
There’s a tail light

So how scary was my fall?
My end; want to keep the secret from all

Cuz the dead don’t know they’re dying

Some happen quick
Don’t know what hit
Some oversaturated
With societal bullshit

I’m clearing out my life again
Got another big task ahead
You think Mount Everest is big
You ain’t been climbing in my head

Did you know sword cuts flame?
That I’ve gone insane?
Sometimes I cry
When I call your name?

My love comes and goes
It ebbs and it flows

Distance is time

The homeless are congregating in the city streets like the chosen fallen

They’re rabid with sin
Drooling from the dope within
And I gotta flee again
These feet are wearing thin

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A great wave

A great wave is moving across the Milky Way
Just like the letter I wrote you that day
I wonder how much gravity weighed

Have you sat with sin
Could you do it again?

Trapped in a mine
Barely breathing?

I’m asking when?
Cuz lately it’s all we’re doing

Crunching time
Like it’s ours to begin with

Is there something between enemy and friend
More than acquaintance?

We’re reaching
The beginning of the end

It can drag on lifetimes
Yet in a blink you have died

Suffered the insufferable
Like it was a crashing tide
I remember 2009

I miscalculated
The depths of my love

And how the years go on
Never asking permission once

Gotta do what it wants
I wanna sleep where he haunts

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You know, it’s the time, John Jones died. Worst death to ever die.

If I ever go AWOL – I won’t really be missing

Well, I mean, probably won’t catch me crawling around no tight spots. PROBABLY.

I mean, anything is possible.

Im out my fuckin’ mind

I’m claustrophobic

Need the lights on

Gotta be able to spread eagle

I’ve loved you far too long

The past is filled with the scars of our love

(Real photo by me)

Look at her, recording everything we do

She’s got the look too

Spotlights on me and you…

๐Ÿ™‚

NEED TO MAKE A TRIP TO THE LIBRARY AND ZOO

Just shit I can’t seem to convince myself to do

Like eating

There are them days

I hear the doctors words replay: fasting two weeks is good

I can’t go a day without loving you

Even if it’s hate-filled

Apples contain cyanide

But I like them caramel coated

Not rotted on the inside

I don’t like it when you lie

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Where is home

Where is home
We’re shifting in the void
Like meeting in the bathroom
You called me paranoid

While all these years have past
My heart is where you roam
Like living in purgatory
Where secrets are destroyed

Where do the lost belong
When standing at the crossroad
Like we’re overjoyed
Do we wait here long?

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Postscript: hi. Thank you so much for still being here. How much time has passed?

… I thought I would be in recovery by now…

I thought I’d be dead…

North east south west

Confusion in my head

Remember A LONG TIME AGO i posted a link to a youtube video of a tool song + the fib sequence that a student (in college i think) put together

It received millions of views

Then… one day he posted he had to take it down

The sound was going to be removed

Fast forward to now – I tried to find that video – LONG GONE

What’s in place is MAYNARD talking about the song + math + the sequence

He’s still the biggest pompous piece-of-shit and i said what i said didn’t i

So just today (cuz how old are we again)

I found tool and Maynard on the tiktok – i followed first both accounts and then i blocked

Remembering that time May May blocked me on FaceBook for sending a friend request and “hi”

Not only is he ugly on the outside

But he makes some of the BEST MUSIC KNOWN TO EXIST

I just won’t support it

(My sis refuses to go to his gigs, calls him an asshole)

(She’s a professional music photographer (and wedding/pet)

I got her into them

She met him

“He’s a dick”

Literally did not want to go to a gig

Don’t blame

Slash gave me the cold shoulder when we met in New Orleans and I ain’t ever been the same

He was nice to my daughter tho

*rolls eyes*

We drove 4 hours to Hard Rock in New Orleans for them to tell me she wasn’t allowed in the club

I said WHAT U MEAN

I IZ HER MOM

So they waited and listened outside and “we tried to meet them after the show”

We met them…

I’m actually still Facebook friends with his bass player lmao

I was crushing on Todd

ANYHOO

Axl seems he’s half himself again

I wouldn’t mind seeing GN’R

They cancelled cuz Axl wasn’t allowed booze on stage with the fireworks

*rolls eyes*

I had an ENTIRE WALL dedicated to ONLY GNR – them posters from them magazines

Some of them folded out

TWO PAGES

I think I’d feel cozy in a space with a blacklight + blacklight posters + a stone mountain nearby (man i miss them stores)

There’s a mall here

I wanna loiter at the mall

There’s a cinema

An arcade

I don’t want another dead mall

I like this city

I just don’t know if I wanna die on this hill

I have a door in front of me

How many doors of opportunity have you closed?

Dr Peterson says it happens subtly, people aren’t even aware

They’re closing doors to their on possibilities

They had a chance to do something they wanted and they wasted it

“I see it happen all the time”

(Mind you this was a podcast I was watching, I wasn’t having a one-on-one)

Videos from 4 months ago that pompous prick talking about the song he made

How dare he

IT’S THE FACT THAT THEY MADE THE COLLEGE KIDS POPULAR VIDEO DISAPPEARRRRRR

I remember when he posted about it, I commented I was responsible for one million views – I think he liked it too

I never screenrecorded

I never thought it would DISAPPEAR

MY MOTHER LIED DEAR

THINGS DON’T STAY ON THE INTERNET FOREVERRRRER

Anyhoo

More lines?

Yes or no?

(Check box and return)

It’s weird, I have all these memories of a person I no longer am

Tale of the body thief

2.0

DAISY GIRL – cute but a cannibal
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Never looking back

I just wanted you to know how hard it is
To let go all of this
But then again
What’s there to miss?
Standing at the cliff
No rope to climb with
I don’t even have a picture
Think I burned all of my sister
Doesn’t mean I never miss her
Writing on the sand, on the stalls, it’s my fault nobody calls

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Why heaven can’t reach us

I imagine the distance that keeps us – and why heaven can’t reach us – because space isn’t just silent – it’s speechless

Maybe your name is Apophis. We’re both lost in the abyss.

THAT’S NOT WHAT I ASKED

According to Saint Peter Steele:

“April 2-0-2-9 the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour – in fact – is quite here” (-)

(Could you pick your speed up on writing lines, even if I’m not on time, I never learned to set a clock, I never even hear a chime, it’s almost like it is a crime, but I can do a run-on, I think it has been too long, but I don’t have timer in the kitchen to help me not burn this song)

He reminds me of you. But aren’t your eyes blue? Like an angel from the sky, make me fall down and sigh. Know you saw me coming tooโ€ฆ

Or maybe your the Jester, I’m just a guesser

Do you know how to measure luminosity?
What about the loss of me?

(I really just wanted to share the first 4 lines – I’ll play catchup another day)

It’ll be easier to snap photos of my messy writings

It’s just freestyle

It’s not messy messy

It’s just – the urge – to write in cursive

With curses

Found out who you really were / didn’t make a difference cuz / you were meant for her \

You go from sunshine to icy winds
The road less travelled is the road we’ve been
You go from shadow to now we’re friends?
I guess we’re ghosting again?

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Flat earth : not confirmed

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“I’m not afraid”

Are you paying for your sins
Cuz it’s all black and white where we live
Like looking at the the sky
We go places planes won’t fly

Have you sat in a room with your biggest enemy?
Did you have a chance to dine with me?

Where do you go when you plan to leave?
Will you appear in another galaxy?

Cuz’ I don’t need a crystal ball
To see the sacrifices crawl
Or flowing down the river bank
“It’ll never flood again you think”

Have you calculated costs?
Is it buried under mud and frost?
Or a thousand-hundred years
Like losing lives on lies

Cuz you ain’t never shared your bread with me
You ain’t never been to bed with me
(But I know you would’ve bled with me)

Cuz shedding sin is like shedding ghosts?
But it’s cold outside, so you’ll need your coats

I know you got an alibi
I’ve been driving 80
Flooring 100 lately
Just to hear your lie

Time is platinum
Unlike for Juliana
Sacrificed no honor
Locals cheering “she’s a goner”

But I don’t know who wins this
When every policy’s unfit
Unclear is your last text sent
Since you swore there were no fears

I saw you trembling on the mountain dear
And how they took their time on getting near
But I know they had “a lot of gear”
An ulterior motive to carry up as well

“I’m not afraid”
God is unfazed
But they will pay when they return to hell

Like a raging torrent
But whose paying for it?

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Want more? I’ve got a few more. Lines in me.

Don’t damn me…

What if they confirmed it was rat logs
The old data involved
But they will say “is current”
Another Data breach
Circling like a serpent

I bet that nest smells of death and decay and everything you fucking say

I embrace my bruises and scars
I embrace for impact

Do you know how to measure luminosity?
What about the loss of me?

Well I guess that’s all I got (for now)

(It’s all on pages)

(In the real world)

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I’ll tell you a secret when it rains

I imagine this is how you’d say goodbye 

Images are shattered 

Like leaving your mask on the table

It’s a curse or a favor 

Writing messages of 

              C-U Later

But you were the only clown that mattered

Twisted Masquerade year nine / have you been with me this whole time?

You go from sunshine to icy winds
The road less travelled is the road we’ve been
You go from shadow to now we’re friends?
I guess we are ghosting again?

The earth could tip and the sea would swallow us wide –
Everything but my pride!

(This wasn’t recent but I still get em)

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Oh Daisy do

I’m sorry but, imagine me in a long trench coat, with like a dozen or more of rats and rodents, banging on heaven’s door, just crawling all over me, my shoulder, my pockets, my pigtails presumably?

“Brought some things with me”

Daisy, age around 6 months, known to bite, cannibalistic, likes crickets? (Here she’s snacking on a twig with flowers)
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Meet Daisy

Store said she’d been there the longest – adopted and returned

They said she likes to bite

Charlie already wants to extend the family

I told Charlie it might not be best knocking Daisy up her first night here

Not to mention the HABs aren’t even completed

I was going in for substrate and saw that sign for “50% off”

They said eventually it’d be reduced even further – to 75% and then well… she goes one more place and tries one more time (where surely she will bite and their number one rule for biting is “put down”)

It saddens me this society – this lifestyle of bartering one another at what cost

There was another girl that was born there – i really wanted her – she had a cow-like print

I NEED LAND

And a shed

I don’t care what the influencers think

“…this is animal abuse”

But mine are sleeping peacefully in their chaotic HAB

(HAB is short for habitat for those who don’t know)

They also get me as their caretaker and no one on TikTok seems to get that

I told Daisy today that the family returned her because she didn’t belong with them, she belonged here

I’m scared of Daisy

But she let’s me handle her, has not bit me, and has stopped squealing like a squeaky toy when I pick her up

She also allows me to segregate Charlie even tho she runs after him

It’s new to her

Probably hurts

She knows she wants it but she don’t

And Charlie be down there doing things that should be behind closed doors

But she could rip his head off when she is thru

And that’s the reality of adopting two Syrian hamsters from different stores

Male and female

Of breeding age

It’s almost like I needed enrichment in my life

Trying to keep two hamsters from killing one another or falling in-love

They said she was spicy so I named her after a sweet flower

Daisy seems to have already taken to her name

She knows not to bite me….

She’s learning her new HABs

She’s met Charlie 4 times – and he was ready to extend the family right away

They have been grooming one another

Licking and sniffing

Lots of face-to-face stare offs

Nose touches

Could be love or war

She’s not as fit? It was her first time on a 10 inch or 8 inch wheel. They had a saucer at the store

Prob used it to lay on

Charlie has a friend now but she could be a killer so I won’t leave them alone

I know I shouldn’t be buying hamsters while dying and not even having the correct HAB setup

But now my life has purpose

Can’t move into my Noah phase if the ark is empty

Back to the basics

They say I am a child that never grew up

So I got a hammy

Logical

(And I know you love me even more)

(But you don’t know why)

(Cuz you fucking hate me and will never speak again)

Charlie and Daisy sitting on a tree

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

They kinda have our first name initials

Just realized

Awe

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Charlie appreciation post

I dunno how something so tiny can have such a huge part of my heart

He’s the great love of my life and there’s nothing I can do about it

But Charlie just got his face stuck between the wire biting it and he whimpered

We both were a bit put back by the incident but he still crawled into my hand once he got free

I said, “let’s not do that again, Charlie” and I don’t reckon he’s planning to, but then again, we’re 3 weeks into this death contraction.

I told Charlie accidents happen. But that should not have happened.

Charlie is actually smarter than me. He’s cuter than me, too. I’m not smarter than a 5th grader, I’m not smarter than a hamster.

Shame on them pet stores hiring “experts” selling snake oil. The manager’s don’t even decide what to stock. No returns.

And they euthanize the unhomed / unadopted. Over 3 million animals are killed every year, including hamsters like Charlie.

Charlie’s species is on the endangered list.

Someone said, “yeah but that’s the one’s in the wild”

But a long time ago, Charlie’s bloodline was stolen from the desert, a mom and 12 pups. To be sold to someone like me. And all the unsold/unwanted are put down to make room for more.

Still, I can’t make them see two and two.

So if we’re in a 6th mass extinction, shouldn’t we be playing Moses and whatnot? I mean Noah.

They were kidnapped from their hab, so much so they’re listed as endangered, but they also get put down when they do not find their forever home.

JUST DON’T GET A WIRE CAGE

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Removed the space between

Did you know I read sign language
Even the moon spells Chris
It’s half-crescent
Like him
He’s half-present
Maybe it’s Christmas
The way you kiss?
Removed the space between the hiss
Laid down your blade
And took my fist
Maybe you’re the silence
On my blank list
Where none can follow
Your name won’t fit?

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Blushing

P.S. found a screenshot of your number I blocked

So I took another screenshot?

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Angel whispers

He doesn’t understand why I’m always giving gifts
I ain’t tribal
Don’t read the Bible
But he swears I’m collecting feather wings
He said he thinks he saw me growing things
But you’re a liar
Can’t be re-wired
Always on the run
Must be so tired
Cuz the Devil’s in your blood
Here’s comes the Great Flood
Mixed with bones and fire

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PS. am I the only one who uses present and past tense together, or how I switch between speaking about him to directly to?

TIMELESS
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My review of the Hamster Heaven Metro

Don’t get it unless it’s the absolute only thing you can get but even then maybe don’t get it

With that said, he is acting like it is a piece of heaven (sleeping sound too)

It took a lot of mods, it still isn’t safe, there are sharp edges, holes, and other areas that probably hurt his feet

Despite negative reviews of potential death occurring, staff still insisted I get it, knowing I could not return it for a refund (or even gift card).

But I found the most special boy at the Pet Supermarket

You would think we’d have better choices than plastic and “no returns”

My hamster is an adult, I nearly got a newborn

Charlie fell directly on his head TWICE – he’s lucky his neck did not break or get a head injury

But I’ve since added a wooden wagon and he’s gonna have to be careful exploring tonight. Cuz I cleaned his area up, relocated items, filed down sharp spikes, cleaned his innie meany litter box, added fresh treats, but he ain’t drinking from his water bottles. I just wanna see him do it on his own.

Charlies loves AND I MEAN LOVES his new environment.

He has several new sleeping spots, one being in his tunnel where just a bit of sun comes in…

I ordered him a better wheel since he runs it all night – the little guy literally exercises ALL NIGHT

But someone since has stated even the medium size is too small (it seems I need an XL)

Charlie is a Syrian “Teddy Bear” Hamster

I don’t know what life was like for Charlie prior to 48 hours ago, but now he is resting calmly – despite the setbacks – and two death escapes – he seems to LOVE his new HAB

I prob won’t get much rest until I know he’s safe

We’ve only been together a short while but

A. Charlie is adventurous at night. He doesn’t mind being handled.

B. If the sun is up and you slightly disturb his sleep walk or existence, he will flip over and play dead in which I will respond with “Jesus Charlie, I won’t do that again”

And it’s day two and I have not. He allowed me to move his crate, clean it, just no touchy.

Not til sundown

Charlie just came to the attic

I said “you wanna come out” (and did not try to handle him”

HIM:

He’s back asleep. Like he’s in heaven…

BUT THIS HAB IS A DEATH TRAP

You gotta get it safe – and even then – it still isn’t safe

It’s not good for his paws

I’m not allowed to return/exchange the HAB

But I’m happy I found Charlie

But I’m not rich

I can’t just dump money into “the best of” when it’s actually always the worse

And the managers in charge – Gen Y or Z – SOLD THE SHOW OUT

And I don’t mean a full house

Hamsters can die from stress and I will literally die from stress if something happens to Charlie cuz I was sold SNAKE POISON everywhere I go

6th mass extinction

WAKE UP

(But kinda be quiet. Charlie is sleeping)

(Yes my life is about him now)

I told my Boomer mom about my new family member!

….

…

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So we’ll never talk again…?

It’s so flamboyant
My lack of give-a-fuck
You’re just in luck

But here comes on regret
And there’s raining yet?
What more do you want?

To never talk again?
Even when I’m dead?
We ain’t discussed
So you ain’t neva said

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I know. I KNOW. I don’t drink enough water. Or I drink too much. (Somewhere, a thousand years down the road, some asshole will take that out of context. I ONLY DRINK WATER. HOPE YOU BURN 4EVA THIS HELPS

I’m not filing in a single orderly line so the AI will understand me

ME > PROGRAM IN MATRIX > DOING WHAT IT IS NOT SUPPOSE TO DO

happy2help

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Charlie, you so cool

Y’all remember Charlie from “Fright Night”?

Well, TikTok has this video sitting at zero

I can’t imagine why

He’s still passed out by the way. Don’t think he wanted to be there a second longer (at the Pet Store)

He accepted his hay

I’m not handling him yet

Just want him to feel safe

They can die from stress

He likes his den

He didn’t like the box

He filled up on water and hay

Now he’s sleeping on the hay?

Under the raised platform that acts more like a slip n slide – and the little guy chews everything but my fingers – so gotta be careful what I add to help him get around

And the mansion is a no-go currently

One of the tunnels fell down, it’s unsafe, there’s even a plastic spot underneath the fall little guy could get hurt

Now the reviews were bad, I told the store this, but they insisted to get the “Heaven Haven” (and now I’m questioning the name of it) – furthermore – they said they didn’t even know what the return policy was

LOOK I’LL MAKE THIS CLEAR FOR YOU

MY HUNDRED WILL BE RETURNED FOR SOMETHING THAT IS NOT A DEATH SENTENCE

Still, I have someone looking at it soon – so I don’t have to return it just yet – we might can sort it and he seems content in the smaller one – which cost more

At some point I would like to let him “hang out” but his safety is my priority and the little shit knows how to squiggle and break free

He tried when he chewed thru the box in-store

And I was attempting to hold him until a spare box arrived

He can squirm

But he ain’t never bit me as feisty as he is

Love the little guy too much

Only just met

Like 24 hours ago

(Maybe a bit more cuz I came home and slept on the decision is made)

P.S. some scammer tried to invite me to a Trump event for Soldiers

You know I didn’t vote, right?

I was part of the 300,000+ missing votes

But I ain’t missing

*hi*

And we’re an Army now

We don’t vote for the antichrist

We unplugged from the Matrix

Hope this helps

(I also don’t have a dime to give and if I did I’m taking it with me to heaven)

(Rules for me, not thee)

Ha!

This is also a good time to give thanks to God (thank you God for letting me spend all my dimes on little Charlie)

He’s so cool

He closes his eyes when he drinks his water and he comes when he’s called

It’s almost like it was meant to be – even if time is fleeting – for us both

I can’t stop thinking about his sister tho but I’m happy with one

I’m barely getting around and I don’t have to take Charlie for any walks

Maybe Charlie wanted to die anywhere but there

But he needs to stick around

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Charlie was adopted

Meet Charlie

Had to put him in a second box cuz he chewed thru his first despite adding bedding, treats, and some food.

Charlie is my new best friend and has not once tried to bite.

He did flip over playing dead a couple times briefly and I was like “I didn’t mean to startle you” and he would just sniff my hand and go back to chewing thru the box

Eventually he did escape, I looked down and he was in the buggy

I was like, “Charlie!!!” “that’s not safe”

And he let me pick him up and snuggle him

He made it home safely and started exploring his living room den

He had water, he relocated his entire bowl of food under his den, where he also moved some straw as well as took breaks to eat the straw, before moving strands to the basement zone

Now Charlie is resting under the den and he has not even seen his bedroom double layer mansion – he’s already worked so hard

The mansion in the box…

I have insomnia so I got a nocturnal creature

Makes total sense

But I fell in-love with Charlie even tho I was going in for a mini newborn Black Bear hamster

I got a 14 month adult Teddy Bear hamster instead

I knew upon our afternoon meeting yesterday, while you were stuffing your greedy little face, that you were the one

I also bought you the exact shit you like plus shit you ain’t never tried

I think your basement needs more but also I gotta install your toilet in the mansion

That’s right, your mansion comes with its own bathroom

And the two-story mansion + roof with tunnel – is in my bedroom

So you can keep me up all night stirring

And we can sleep during the day like vampires since I can’t do much anything else

Charlie was the first to say hi

And I was okay with getting an adult

Charlie needed a home and was ready to go

Like we only got one life

Charlie was ready for his purpose even if I am dying…

Many videos were uploaded on the TikTok if you wanna see him exploring his new environment

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To be adopted…

On the wait list

Met today

Was showing off…

(Also have a newborn black bear on hold but I wasn’t planning on getting two)

Of course – it may not be the BEST IDEA to take on a little creature in my condition but

I’ve been wanting to adopt a hamster for months

Some pet adoption agencies also have adult hamsters but i’m going the petstore route

Went in for a black bear but this little guy won my heart

He also has a sister but they cannot be adopted together because he would hurt her

And I almost want her instead

It’s almost like she knew I was taking her brother and she also liked my bb voice so she came out and was very shy but made herself noticable

They had dividers up for the bro/sis cuz they are mating age

The black bears are newborn

One kept running ontop of the other so I said they should prob be adopted together

All 3 black bear were still together

But I drove home and considered thangs

Called the store

They have the male sable and 1 black bear hamster on hold

I don’t know if I should get 1 let alone two

The sister….

She’s up for adoption (not on hold)

I’d take them all if I could

But I barely can take care of myself?

But it made me feel alive – the thought of having a little friend

That will live 2-4 years

So if I did die the Godfather would not need to care for the little creature long?

I don’t have a godmother yet

So you gotta be the baby daddy

Sorry not sorry

Leaving the hamster/s to you in the will

I’m not well and I told my dog I would never get another dog again

Probably

This den is good for two even tho I may get one but probably should get none

Kaya said to get a rabbit. Rabbits are great but prob not allowed.

A hamster is what I have been pondering for too long.

I may only have 2-4 years left so I need to act now.

Even the act of getting out was trying

I mean some places do deliver live animals

I’m sleeping on the decision has been made

I may name him Charlie and if I do get a mini black bear he’s prob gonna be named Black Bear

“This is Black Bear”

“He’s a black bear hamster”

He’s pretty special already

But I can get a she black bear cuz they ain’t siblings m’kay

She might be a she but he is a he (the sable hamster)

U DIG?

Meet Charlie? He’s on hold to be adopted (by me)

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They don’t want you seeing this

This

I mean other account can post it

Rules for me but not thee

Just hyper-focused on the starting scene

Cuz some asshole soldier took me down from behind

I wasn’t wearing headgear

Hence my stupidity

TBI

I’M WATCHING YOU AS HARD AS YOU ARE WATCHING ME

DOUBLE DARE YAH

TRY THAT SHITE AGAIN

COWARD PUNK

STAND UP AND FACE ME

I WANNA SEE WHO YOU ARE

IF IT IS THE LAST THING

YOU SEE

๐Ÿ™‚

Love to hate yah

DO HATE YOU TODAY

(But not you)

(Them)

I’LL FUCKING BLOCK EVERY BIG CHANNEL IN MY FEED

KEEP PENALIZING ME

I FUCKING BEG YOU

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Stuck at zero

My hero / stuck at zero

Dancing has always been my thang. Literally studied dance for a year

Where can I dance without the shadowban?

Did you know OnlyFans owner put a bid in to own TikTok

Oh so did Amazon and many others

A billionaire is in the lead

The president MIGHT EXTEND THE BAN

You didn’t know did you

And now you’re going to look

OnlyFans TV?

I don’t think they’d stop me from dancing

P.S. the landlord moved out from below me (he bought another property)

(The Boomers are booming)

Headband season

Might have to get on X or some platform I can lip sync/dance/poetry