I went in to make changes to my Amazon Wishlist and they have new features – already selected for you – about disclosing your address to the buyer
“The seller may disclose your address to the buyer”
Wait. What. 👀
I have a brain injury and maybe I’m misinterpreting what that says!?!
I’ve since unchecked the box – and I’ve no one spoiling me – but I very much intend to spoil me – as these are items I want/need.
That’s a dangerous new feature Amazon has added
I wasn’t even aware until I was acting emo and making privacy changes
Anyhoo…
If you have children using it or anyone under the age of 18 and they have an Amazon wishlist account and people spoiling them, then they may be getting access to your home address now.
I care about the unsuspecting adults too (like self) and people with mental illness who may try and obtain an address for harm
I don’t understand how it’s legal for a business to do something like this, it’s fucking dangerous
They are using grams as weight now cuz America belongs to the immigrants and their children born here naturalized
The immigrants get to vote before our children legally turn 18 to do so
LMAO
I wish I had known all this before I started College is a scam.
Quietly LOUDLY quitting society
Information is knowledge so please let folks know that their lives are in danger now – unless they want complete strangers with their shipping address!?!?
I don’t like giving out my phone number or email and now we’re just giving folks our home address huh.
Why not just give the buyer your address and fuck Amazon all together?
Why use a third party at all? Which was the entire fucking point I thought.
Amazon is dead
There’s hardly a place worth shopping
I like thrift stores and antique furniture shops
I will find the most ugly shop in Florida you can find.
States it is “sold as animal feed” (I’m an animal m’kay but)
There is no date anywhere
It smelled of rot
I did a sniff and taste taste
The dog sniffed and passed
Didn’t even get a taste…
It’s opened
I know they won’t take it back
The yuppies
I mean Peggy’s Discount stole $8 from me
“Free will”
I could have said no 😑
I had some dry milk on the shelf FOR THE SAME PRICE
And just made me a fresh batch for my coffee
And about to toss some marmalade on this pumpkin bread full of seeds and nuts and spices
And enjoy my coffee with powered milk
And the yuppies can BURN IN HELL
You sold one of God’s angels some rotten fucking milk
I don’t even know how many years an eternity is but it ain’t enough!!!!!
🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕
I do recommend that big bag of great value dry powdered milk for eight dollars and never ever ever fucking raw milk without a goddamn date on it that’s labeled animal feed and why are they selling it to humans you fucking assholes
This is exactly why John Jones got stuck in a fucking hole and I’m allowed to be pissed off about it because that eight dollars could’ve gone towards some shit at Dolls Kill that I want
I’m nearly fucking vegan after all this shit
“You could of said no”
They stole $8 from me 😑
And I don’t know what to do with the milk because my dog doesn’t even want to drink it so if I put it outside it might contaminate the water
Tempted
TEMPTED TO ACCIDENTALLY SPILL IT ALL OVER THEIR DOOR
Helps. I’m in hell. 😑
If I had a husband I wouldn’t be buying animal feed 😑
IT WAS RIGHT THERE ON THE LABEL
WTF IS WRONG WITH ME
How long had it been sitting on their shelf in the fridge?
HOW LONG?????????
There’s no date anywhere!!!!
How many red flags does a person need???????
HARD LESSONS LEARNED IN HELL
It was a lesson though
777 numbers from the heaven
The discount didn’t even cover the cost of the rotten milk 😑
There’s consequences to timeline jumping, you get brain injuries and become really fucking stupid 😑
I don’t even think I can use this milk as a photo shoot to pour on my body because it’s chunky even though the label says to “shake well”
For the record, I wasn’t studying every single label in the new shop which was a Health store
It was almost as if I was being chastised for looking at the prices or the labels and then they sold me some rotten milk and God knows how good the eggs are now because I’m fucking afraid of the eggs
RETURN THIS CARTOON
SOLD AS ANIMAL FEED
MOTHERFUCKING DAMN
That’s another $8 stolen 😑
Those motherfuckers!!!!!!!!!
AVOID AT EVERY COST 🖕
I didn’t even have this bad of an experience drinking goats milk in Kuwait and Iraq
My mama didn’t breast-feed me and I apparently like milk because I’m undernurtured and I’m trying to get rid of my milk addiction but they are poisoning everything including the soy beans
Some good news with the coffee…
This Doll model has a very tiny peach (this is not my peach)
I mean her peach is TINY
And I’ve been freaking out over losing over 18 pounds detoxing and my peach getting smaller even though I do work out, bike ride and walk and rebound and clean fucking house even though it doesn’t look like it
Babes with a small peach are worthy of affection and love too
And I’m not gonna show you the entire outfit because I got it 🎃
I got a Halloween bodysuit 🤪
This holiday slowing down the shipments but at least when they say they’re doing a mega sale they fucking mean it and they sell you really good quality stuff that is 1000 times better than Amazon or Walmart
Or Peggy’s Discount whom sale rotten food to despairing hungry humans 😑
My doc appointment is tomorrow
I can’t stop laughing about how incredibly stupid I was though, I mean I know I was hungry and gaslit
I know I have a brain injury
It was a new environment
But the red flags were there
I mean, they failed to even list the price of the nuts on the container or the shelf
Just like Michael Leavitt failed to put features on the map showing danger zones
“But he said he was an expert”
“But there was dust on the walls”
Like, I’m out $16+ bucks over gaslighting and not reading signs and ignoring red flags
I’m an animal, I will drink milk straight from the cow tit OK, I’ll be frank with you, but that shit was fucking ruined
Like, I would have a goat around for milk and cheese
There are certain species of animals that I have never eaten nor touched nor plan to digest
Goat is one
But their cheese and milk and fur – in the right conditions – I wouldn’t be opposed to
There was no cow milk in Iraq or Kuwait and the only milk we were offered was goats milk but the only way I would drink it was warm
Warm goats milk in my box cereal
My king needs to know the conditions in which I starve
I will bite the hand that feeds when the food is rotten and poisoned
THIS IS WHY EDGAR ALLAN POE DIED ON THE STREET
I am grateful for your support because people out here stealing from me left and right
“You didn’t have to buy the milk”
YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO LIE
How long has that lie been sitting on the shelf?
HOW LONG
I am nearly vegan and it isn’t because you have a heavy hand because you can’t have a heavy hand and also eat pizza from a fucking box and be part of the fucking problem
THEY ARE SELLING ROTTEN MILK 🥛
“Shake well”
I FUCKING PLAN TO
KEEP PISSING ON ME
JUDGMENT HOUR
I’m gonna expose you all
Narcissism is not rare
NARCISSISM IS A PLAGUE
Despite the fact that I had nearly $20 stolen from me (and I’m still out eggs and milk now by the way, that I can’t replace)
These goddamn demons make it so hard for me not to commit a criminal act
It’s better to blog than spray paint
I really want to be the best efficient hunter killer but I’ve got to learn how to control my emotions especially my anger when it arises
“Hunter killer”
UHM
I am efficiently trained by the United States Army to take down a human with one shot one kill and with my bayonet
You don’t think they just played with us in basic training do you? 😈
God: you wanna go to heaven?
Me: oh yeah for sho
God: you need special training that in which I cannot say and you cannot kill
Me: I’m up for the challenge 🤨
God: everything will be a lie
Me: I WANT OUT, LET ME OUT
Anyhoo
The Great Filter is narcissism
Every society has at least two great filters they need to overcome if they want to be a species that doesn’t go extinct
What are your Great Filters?
We must have individual filters as well
Don’t shop at Peggy’s Discount
I’ve got eggs and milk I don’t know what to do with
I have lessons I still need to learn
I’m trying to share even the smallest ones with you
I don’t like to lose money
I don’t like to gamble
I don’t like being gaslit
I don’t like being wasteful
I’m curious and like trying new things
“How quickly should I drink it”
“Uh within a few days. Bacteria”
Dear Gen Z
That isn’t bacteria, that is fucking rot
Your parents look like cruel dictators and I can tell you are confused about your sex and wanna please the parents but never do
You still sold me rotten milk…
The eggs don’t have a date either
Your boomer parents have a house and a business and I’m struggling to pay my rent
I’m condemning you all to hell
Take it up with God
He sent me here to see what you do through my eyes
He sent me here to judge
144,000
SAY MY NAME
FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
All that vegan packaging with natural flavor in it from a fucking lab
I AM WOKE BUT BLIND
“Free will” but “they will do anything”
He gonna divorce me
“You spent $18 on a tiny container of nuts and another $16 on animal food”. “What are we eating this month, honey?” 😑
(I did get the money back for the unopened nuts)
I should call though to say the milk was expired
But I want to cut the cord on that experience which was a fucking nightmare and I will spend many days potentially months or even a year trying to figure out why why why why when I was hungry I did this shit
I was completely out of my comfort zone at Peggy’s but because I’m nice and programmed to not say no or offend these demons, I made bad mistake 😑
Welp. How to ignore red flags 101. The fear was very real. God is in information. Listen to the source when he is calling. Those warnings are like little fingertips by God touching you
Tickle tickle
Don’t go that way
And you may get an additional warning or two, like Jacob in the whirlpool, he got three, that I counted
But he got out
And he went back in
A second time….
I have an irrational fear of dying but there is a pattern and Apophis is a nuclear bomb if we do not stop the NEW WORLD ORDER
(With those bad shrooms we’re not allowed to touch)
THE ELITES WERE PLAGUED WITH PARASITES
HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF
Black Walnut Wormwood detox if you wanna save your life or purge the Devil (is that what’s stopping you) 🧐
Tsk tsk
I can’t believe I bought some rotten fucking milk and eggs that literally says animal food on it but it’s being sold as human food on human shelving without a date and shouldn’t that be illegal?
Gaslighting should be a crime
I’m in fucking hell…
I am a witch though and I love spooky season
I make the best damn pot of stew
WITCHES STEW
Dash of burn in hell, dash of I don’t give a fuck… pinch of they’re all out of luck
You should see the writings on the wall where heavens gone mad
50 years ago they would have drilled a hole in my head
The way we treat depression is barbaric
We need to ban big pharma commercials
I don’t mind drinking milk past the expiration date or eating expired food but what the fuck
Wanna turn somebody vegan?
SELL THEM ROTTEN MILK
I curse in hell because it’s the only way I don’t commit a crime and they’re trying to take my freedom of speech in the real world
If you take my speech, I take my money and business
And I will never shop where I can’t spend cash which is what I’d like to start doing but find me a place I can shop that isn’t selling sex toys in front of children…
I don’t want to support businesses that are selling sex toys in front of children like Walmart and the mall
I don’t want to support a business that sells you rotten fucking produce that you can’t return
“Has it been opened”
*THROWS BOTTLE AND EGGS AT BRICK WALL*
*gets arrested*
*doesn’t get money back, gets fined instead*
(Stays home to avoid potential downfall)
You remember that Nirvana song, “I think I’m dumb”
SAME
Also, Kurt had gut issues which directly impacts mental health, he needed to debug 🤨
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Inconsolable The way you throb for her I move through life Like I’ve heard not a word You’ll get what you deserve My love decomposable Grasping at darkness It’s exposable The Great Unearthing You’re disposable
I have some photo shoots I’m wanting to get done but also a lot of moving parts that need to come together. Scout locations. Costume fittings. Weather permitting. And that’s just a few… I don’t want to give away too much but I’ve never done anything like this before. Patience needs to be a virtue. I’m antsy.
The Covid pandemic is also holding up items in the mail that I need. But whatevs. Life. Gotta come up with plan B, C, D and revise/update when you can. I’m very spontaneous, what the fuck is patience? Go now! Welp. Not now now though because it feels like Antarctica outside currently. I nearly turned into a Snowman. WTF Florida get it together. My heat is on.
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I once tried to maintain some sort of theme and posting order but my life is chaos currently.
I’m on edge. Welp.
Uhm the Grinch has arrived. Eggnog now please. (I don’t actually have any eggnog but it would be nice).
Sometimes I wonder if I peered into Pandora’s box or if I am Pandora’s box. Uhm, my eyes bleed.
The fall from heaven is a terribly long one. Helps.
My cousin makes chocolate – she has a business she started up but it’s local to her only. But she sent me a box for Thanksgiving. It’s still hot as hell in Florida so she was worried about sending me chocolate afraid it would melt. She put a little cool pack in it and it arrived safely and I made a little video! I’m obsessed with chocolate, FYI. Hook me up with an IV please. 😜They are delish! She has a gorgeous little set-up when she does local events. This is just a little chocolate selfie. Is that a thing? 😊The names of the chocolates she made. I have a few left. Been trying to ration. May get more for XMAS now that we know they’ll arrive safely. I normally only get bills in the mail so I love receiving snail mail especially arts and food. 😍My energy levels have been so low but I’m working in my studio today recording spoken word for my Patreon. About to hit up the Starbucks though because she also sent me a gift card and that coffee will be great today. Need that extra kick! 👊
Despite being tired, I wrote this poem this morning before I even brushed my teeth. Lazy has never been in my resume. Off to Starbucks – then recording in my studio!
I hope you all are having a fantastic holiday and getting some love out there!
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What are your words if hollow and brittle? What becomes of care when you show so little? Then remove the lie from the middle- Watch your honor fade and dwindle?
It’s time integrity took a stand Purity is the only thing I’ve got in hand I fell for your ruse, you’re just the better man? But I can promise, it won’t happen again…
I’ve learned that love is simply a myth And if you have a name, let’s call you Judas Deception is every kiss And betrayal, it’s written on your fist…
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What does the room feel like after I’ve left Are there tears of joy you’ve finally wept? Now’s the time to take your breath Things in order how you kept?
Does the air turn to dust and cold And hope is breath that turns to mold? Is the darkness you worship wonder to behold Do you ever notice you are growing old?
Do you take these poems and place them in the attic Do you convince yourself I’m only erratic? Do you tell them all I’m just a fanatic Or do you admit to yourself you’re a narcissistic addict?
Does the blood in your calloused heart move faster Is everything you destroy a beautiful disaster? Is love the only thing in life you can never master Have you ever given yourself an honest answer?
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It’s like his bouquet of poetry comes with thorns And behind those sweet eyes there are horns Though no matter the distance, love still forms And together or separate, we create storms
I’m already seeing my view counter drop since he’s been blocked and I won’t be able to keep him blocked long because I need him in my life even if only as a ghost. But right now I need to punish him the way he punishes me. I hope one day we’ll be on speaking terms again and following each other again but he’s told too many lies to the other females in his life… He made his bed, now he must lie in it. And I had to block him because his lack of attention to me hurts so much. But blocking him also hurts. Everything hurts. But when he loves me he loves me so well.The ironic thing is, he has all those other girls but that still doesn’t stop him from checking on me like a lot… He needs me too. Lying won’t stop the need. And all those other girls won’t stop his need of me either. I guess our tether is fatedly attached, and his hold on me won’t release and my hold on him won’t release. I might die otherwise.
So, it is a song in my head. Therefore it is lyrics. I’m songwriting. Cuz this social distancing is even getting to my introversion. Now that the public beaches are closed to the public, I wanna go. What they gonna do? Arrest me? Pff go ahead. I need some kink in my life. Or excitement. I can just play stupid. It helps to be cute and innocent with a bit of devil. I’m like the perfect combo. They can’t resist my smile and silliness. 🙂 I’m seriously going to the beach tomorrow. Might be going to jail. I’m boreeeddddddd
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Something about her feels imposed, Her hands are cold. She’s a pyramid scheme, Lined in fake silver and gold. She’s a lying queen, Her humanity decomposed. There’s no honor in her spleen, Her gates to truth are always closed.
Slaves to the 1 percent Chained by the narcissists One foot forward ’til the other quits Mind says no but the heart persists
Damnation at the edge of both wrists You think it is love but you never have kissed He binds you so tight with the lies that he twists You cannot stop now no matter the risk
The devil’s tongue is hard to resist His hold on you tighter than both fists No matter your move he’s ahead of the lists As inch by inch you cease to exist
I’d rather claw out my eyes than look him in the face And when it comes to heartache, I’d give him a taste If he were the last man on Earth, I’d disappear without a trace But when it comes to suffering, I’m still in first place
I’d cut out his tongue and replace his black mask I’d point him to sorrow and long may he bask Where demons grow hollow where angels come last And forgiveness is something he never will ask
I walk over streets frozen with fear I crawl through tunnels of bravery I’d travel an entire light-year To catch a moment of you How tall are words bleeding from your mouth I lick them and smear them over insecurities I wrap them with silence And tie a pretty bow over truth If only lies had butterfly wings And soft landings Were they short-lived And weightless Or sat bundled in a cocoon Per chance they were released in the night And lit up like fireflies Could we catch them easily?
Cold in every manner Lost faith in ones who matter Still praying every hour Too many tongues that spit and chatter
Her words hit like a bomb I was no longer calm There was blood on my palm And I knew where the rage was coming from
Pray that every tear turns to a curse Hide the devil here inside this verse If he has a fear I’ll find what works Thought he was a monster but he’s worse
Give her a house; she will need a moon Give her the stars; still won’t make her swoon Give her a song; still can’t suit her tune Give her the world; but to another she will croon
If given chance, I’d be the one to put the spear into her side
Make her feel the weight of everyone she crucified
Put poison from the sponge onto her tongue because she lied
Never trust someone who has a devil as her guide
Whatever’s burning is ash
Smoldering versions of failure
Suits wearing a different behavior
But they all smell of traitor
Take a heart and stir it up
It never really mattered much
The bigger the fish, the bigger the bite
The brighter the truth, the lesser the sight
Whatever’s burning is trash Lying, denying, the awful mistakes The crying, the trying, the hope that it takes Love was caught speeding, so I turned on the brakes
Take the flesh and deny it touch
Love was never here to adjudge
Free the sin, accuse the judge
Broken and shattered watch them begrudge
Emotional blackmail is what she has for sale
Trying to trap his love because she’s not feeling well
I warned him before she is a demon sent from hell
With flaming red hair and a soppy story to tell
These are common tools and tactics the narcissist will use to manipulate, confuse, and control you. GO NO CONTACT!
I know it hurts honey, I’m hurting too. But, they are incapable of real love. You gotta go no contact. There’s nothing you can do to change them. You can’t fix them. They are damned. Save yourself! Go NO CONTACT. NO LOOKING BACK!
Bandage over cracks with sticky lies Remove all color from open eyes Stand by idle and listen to their cries While crafting up more precious alibis Feckless is the one who never tries But others lick lies up with little sighs He’s still got his eye on the wrong prize Soon too late for even cold goodbyes
Death is going to come like a creature in the night
Everything dies but it still gives me fright
You’re using all your cum but creating stillness life
You think you’re having fun but you’re killing all with light
First off let me just say, I am a kinky bitch. I am in no way ashamed of my body, even though for many years many people tried to make me feel bad for being petite and for not being made of plastic. You see, I may not have fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake nails, fake tits, fake tans, or fake personalities, etc, because I actually like to feel and sense my surroundings. I want to feel the things I’m touching and the things that are touching me and plastic is a barrier. And so, what you see is what you get. I shouldn’t have to remove my panties to find a good lover. Everyone is so desensitized these days, but not me. Even that plastic vibrator you’re using is keeping you disconnected and from real connection. I’ve traveled the world, I could have bought breast many times over, but I love myself too much to fall for society’s standards. I’m not a slut and I’m not asking you for money but generally girls who remove their panties are in fact asking you for money one way or the other. Whether it be a print or a book collaboration. So I am kinky, I am a vampire, I like kinky sex but I’m very private about my sexual life. I never said the blogger was fucking everyone, I said she’s fucking one person. And living in Alaska doesn’t rule you out of fucking sex.
Stop judging me by the covers I refuse to take off and start seeing me for my actual worth. I am not close-minded. But she is a sex worker, stop fucking being blinded by the shades and wording she is using. I DON’T LIKE HER AND HE SHOULDN’T BE WITH HER. BAD INFLUENCE.
America generica Land of the lies Freedom is an episode Where individuality dies Sheeple a dime a dozen And honesty he never tries Chasing his tail in circles Lost behind the guise
He spins a web of confusion
He spews we are living in delusion
That won’t stop him from carrying on
His mask cannot hide his beacon
And without reason, I follow the action
I was taught love is twice bitten
Well, maybe his web leads to Eden
It matters not how many webs are spun
I crawl over fragmented dreams and broken bones
It makes me ponder how many hearts he owns
Are they easy to collect like clones
Does he cherish the ones dethroned from their thrones
The stickier the web, the heavier the bloodstones
The harder the heart, the more sinful the wrongs
The farther we part, the heavier the moans
The more you punish, the darker the zones
For the most part, I put all my darkness into my poetry, or my art, I wouldn’t actually bite his head off in real life… the follow unfollow routine might be annoying but seriously there are worse crimes. And I’m trying to refrain from allowing others to trigger me. I have written him so much beautiful rhyme, it would be a shame to focus on the few falls between. xxoo
Tears carve through my sorrow like ice
Cold was his method but precise
Wrong was my soul to sacrifice
Forgiveness an unreachable asking price
Deep is the evil lurking in his core
I’d rather go blind than read anymore
I’d rather go deaf than hear from his whore
I’d rather just die than walk through his door
He got the devil collecting every lie he creates
He got the girls falling for every bait
He got the truth covered by multiple gates
A predator for the young he lures and awaits
I fucking see through all of your masks
A predator, a monster, a narcissist, a liar wherever you bask
Years of denial if anyone were to ever ask
When it comes to being special you fail the task
Take it all away, so I can’t feel
Don’t take it all away, I will never heal
You took it all away, and that wasn’t the deal
When you took it away, my heart turned to steel
Now it is true Lu has been after me since about 1978
Ever since I fled the compounds of those Pearly gates
Restricted to forever yet I castrated my own fate
I fell beyond the heavens to see what love I could create
“Alright, enough with the charades”, Lu had finally said
“Why did you call me here” as he leaned across my bed
And I a child started giggling until my face was turning red
But careful is the food I chew when it’s the devil passing bread
It was in this moment that both our eyes connected
I often wondered how many souls he had collected
Which of the seven sins had the best method
And was the numbers what they both expected
Those numbers won’t mean anything, if Lu can’t collect, both of my wings
Black as onyx, soft as silk, one feather would please all the kings
There’s unspoken pleasures that my feather brings
There’s only one in the world with the deed to these blessings
“First off Lu, I never called you here”
“If I were to pray now, it would be for you to disappear
My soul is not for bargain, let me make it clear –
I seem to remind you year after year…”
And now he knows I am speaking truth
Honesty, it’s what earned my wings of youth
He knows lying here, will never be of use
It is why I’m such a challenge and one he cannot lose
How are you liking this fantasy religion stuffs? Should I continue the story with part 3? I’ve been sort of taking the long way around, so I haven’t really got to the bread-and-butter yet. 😄
Really dig the last line in the 2nd stanza tho, I did goods there, right? 🤔 Made it worth writing part two me thinks.
What am I but skin and bones
A kingdom of right and wrongs
A street of worry and heavy are each stone
Once his muse, now a girl who moans
Watch how he exits and dethrones
He hasn’t a backbone
What am I but a bruise that won’t heal
And to his lies I won’t back down and kneel
And to his demise just a fifth wheel
And why I’m the scapegoat I’ve no idea
There is no resolution, there is no choice
There is no evidence of a voice
Now pull the plug but don’t rejoice
His love is simply white noise
Truth came hard like thunder, the sky opened her eyes, flush with rage, she whipped across the night, striking melodies of discord, a witness to betrayal, an immediate downpour of reason, she licks blood from the spear of doubt, her shout echoes into the distant memory of what was, what ever could be, lies dance in ballerina shoes into neverland, but truth comes hard like thunder. I open my gates to her fury, for she is my sister and cry together we did.
Early morning thoughts of truth in my pjs… plus an early morning snap while still sleepy-eyed cuz I wake up like this… messy & honest (it’s a lonely place to be amongst a world of lies).
Chance was cast aside
Like a broken promise forgotten
Friendship lay there rotting
Like a dead carcass
With his lover circling like a buzzard
Her heart as cold as the Arctic
Black as night is her word
A circus queen for the heartless
I’ve not read a thing she muttered
Nor drank from which she harvest
They are black seeds of dread
Crimson pools of tears from where I bled
Laughter from the ones who never suffered
Jupiter knows the ways I cried
PoeEternal 