Just because everything is nothing, doesn’t make (point I can’t explain in words).

The demand, is intuition and meticulousness, but isn’t necessarily manipulation. To want a private meeting before the heavy stuff. Getting into someone’s head isn’t to improve them, but to guide, which resonates as true. #grateful

The demand, is intuition and meticulousness, isn’t necessarily manipulation. To want a private meeting before the heavy stuff. Getting into someone’s head isn’t to improve them, but to guide, which resonates as true. #grateful

Does a scorpion drown in the sand, and does a fish in the water? That explains the clash in the two different worlds (weird meets weird/mysterious meets elusive/meticulous meets carefree); but the fish finds peace (and mediates), because they’re both wet. #scorpio #pisces

A scorpion and fish were

made for each other. Friends, (+) or more.

You get me. ;)

There is no evolution, without offending.

Music is fun, but hear me out… I’ll quote an unnamed artist, for they very well sing it, to help explain my point: “I’ll tell you what you wanna hear.” Sometimes you wanna listen to something, but not everything. Your favorites can turn to abandoned things, in the process of growth, but creativity is ageless, and infinite. #imagine: Now, what of agreeing to use subscriptions, for editing out specific words, and lines altogether. Think even further, and consider assembling the song without including your new lines, and only leaving the rest? Words can be created in an alphabetical way (recorded) that matches the pitch of the original arrangement, and can be achieved by #AI, via autotune, or other machine generated means, simply to curate a more truthful expression, and hearing experience of, and for the individual, respectively. #Tidal (¿) Did I over explain?

:).

It’s not willful forgetfulness, but compulsory.

“If you call me brother one more time, I’ll have you strangled in your sleep.”*

“If you call me brother one more time,I’ll have you strangled in your sleep.”

:-).

Pretend this is real, & there’s people here.

“I'm a million different people from one day to the next; I can't change my mould…”

Last week & this one are galaxies away from each other.

Even pleasantries are awkward when you’re incompatible, so gotta fill the silence with more awkwardness.

This is gonna be a long day.

Forgot my water! Figures… it’s raining. Using my outside voice again. :D Also, firk¡

There’s a DJ in my head going against the rules of space, and time, and it clashes…! :D Party patties turn soggy real (DJ) qui{c}k. :’(