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Fall into an abyss, byss and abyss

I fell to Alice

Queen’s daughter ran away to be a Popstar

Who refused?

Neriman’s Sabrina or mae for Lilith must’ve seen Neriman, Imaan “take David I’ll #ASHEM 💀

David yesses no women, she’s Nike in disguise and I’d change a name anyway

Was it Arab temper or a foxgod run away from prison sentences?

I was beytrayed by Arab men and so I’ll be an Aztec for I am anyway, a real one: kill mey uncle mey cousin not mey

I am A KA in Li

And I don’t know that vibration what you think it mean

You want violence in your aztecs and in your Kali and i love

My Queenes daughter ran away to model and she must fix her appearances pretty enough for a movie and pretty enough to eat non kosher waifs

I like my actors Jewish and I like my Models Arabic

I give viewers static and that Shiva is Black Magic so that name is dangerous for mey they’d see you and picture mey anyway

I’ll play Jenova and Lilly and I give myself a lifetime of readings for todo lists: sleeping Is wisest for the men and women in service work and keep their rage for they must retrieve energy fears that these - criminals - heartlesshinds woulde you’d live in fear and pain for careers they were not refused for

Their own good

I noed the crowns on your heads in return for my universe celebrity and it did not happen to me but within me and I will teach you to keep your own stories too

Virgin Mary gave me sanctuary humble to better not reward me for memories I coulde not keep

Concepcion noed a career, for mey

Mae twinflame on realms here stole that from mae and painted haemsaelf while I laid still

Her legacy is “I was kept alive for killing a hobbit and a dwarf” and she can whore in prison and keep Legolas which is what she wanted

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Marilyn Monroes come?

I’ll swallow #17

“I’ll take it all! Give me more” 🫴🏽

She is my hero he’s my whore

Valium knights in 😭😢👹MY✊🏽😿 bed

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I suspex he is the sickedest creature in the weurld. They’d steal that. My demondog is his heart or else finito. They’d learn how to steal that with energy they could use to post videos on YouTube or to cure diseases with drugs seuld safely over the counter to cure illnesses that cause death. We’d ruin lives of thieves (not supreme in whiteness if not blonde) by entertaining our abuse from opposing genders who forced some heterosexuality on us and we learned to love our abusers and we take it out on one another in 2 minutely (generous) intervals of ADHD. Male beauty is fought over by and amongst the women and if I like him it matters-not that he’s a gay man. Female beauty is confiscated or medicinally revoked. They’d steal that and not know it because they have no reason to remember what they look like but I try to remember what they look like: it might be how I cultivated notions of what later was regarded as “fame”. Which they’d steal after an embarrassing dance or two.

It is too late to fix the corrected homosexuality and the homophobia too. But God made gays and Gabriel is gay and Lucifer is sometimes a gay and they protect those by letting the runaways be infected with fake gay diseases tae kept safe from rape and overdosed on vitamins. They’d steal that by mistake and do not want my negs in them. My slave or yours, mine is grateful for cutlery and for legs and feet attached to her legs and for having food to eat incase HE is listening and incase he finds me inadequate in my gratitude and he rapes me and my family for good will from his neighbours. It bodes well for him because if he takes out his penis in public - he will win - and only insert himself into you non pleasurably (unless you question is ability to give pleasure, that white supremacist is his Goddess) to hurt you or to reward you for not misresponding to his delightful Shakespearean violence and for not stuttering too much. He is not a stutterer but you are. If a woman tries to steal him I am rewarded for letting her but also for not letting her - to defend her - which I would like with Him. Happy kiss, gone to return to reek of sex. Not with mey. It’s true: He smelled of sick sex - possibly with me and one of the white supremacist children. Supra children. Obey children. She exists half invisible and her mother lets her do that. I hold acting parts for them and call them beautiful to be rewarded with a new face for a familiar rapist.

He will acknowledge me if k greet him when he is clearing his laptop computer of viruses from habbo hotel scammer wars and I’ll find it thrilling that he can purchase hacking software and Norton auntie virus which is his weurst secret fear. All I know is I won’t concentrate on yiuo but yoiiu will like it because I liked it when the men did it to me for money they did not spend on mey unless the other men teuld them to apparently, who noed me for money to spend appropriately on women they matured in my ovaries. If I get thinner in my slavery I will like it and like it more in slave aesthetical jewellery which is the only jewellery design form that appeals to me right now. Which means he likes it for me. I usually don’t care for male nudity which is my chauvinist female but I enjoy his which worries him and in that vein we play love games in exchanges of affection surply the world the happy kiss. With homosexual exchange of warmth which imply twinflame to him after years of his research into plying imp of twin flame love exchange for science and warmth and identity fraud and ceuld when I am over heated from returning blonde children to their mothers for the circulation of moisturising creams stolen by the Vietnamese who don’t use creams but manufacture them to refuse them

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The original love letter to mey self he’d think as lucilfel

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This loop is my spirit filled music and it’s divine and it plays to Tifa Tan dancing that I cannot do good without paying choreographers galore to fix mey dancing not good

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I ran from pedophiles in the uk and when they try to send me back it’s them only 👆🏾

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If only to pretend and if only for today “he walks away” I hear Absconded Templar Amy Winehaus sing and no one sings along with Ms Madamoiselle Amy (might be enjoying not feeling beautiful enough today) because I might keep thoughts of him for longer but we’d wear tracksuits to quilt later in Templars offices if I Opus Dei it is an elegant universal event for my Opus Dei Machina gear

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happy kiss

I have a crush on an artists model performing Lucifer hymsaelf as Gabriel as Madonna enraged by scat abuse with feet posed to hide he likes how I dance feet with mey slavery induced feet to rule the underwaterverse

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I have a Prada T-shirt it’s prettyful but not supportive not good for big breasts this month

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I dyed mui hyr blonde at a hairdressers I’d wallpaper pink ornately damasqueene. I prefer it brunette and I wish I knew how difficult it is to be blonde, politely it’s not easy and people are abusive to me blonde and I envy Kay who bleached her own hair by copying salon artists. I don’t like the internet because the pedophiles stayed and the people who enjoyed uploading beautiful photographs of themselves in looks that kill their ability to influence children left for real life and I doubt they enjoyed it much.

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Baby @Fyffyf55

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Lemon, the “Jinju cat”. Our minds are so powerful that we manifest occasions of things we appreciate. Within ourselves or the people we accost telepathically and energetically. It is much easier to observe to witness if we document what we appreciate first. I am back on tumblr after a decade of real rape, real stalking, real psychological torture and in ten years the internet will be experienced in 360 degree virtual reality, and those people and their names will be remembered. They will serve life sentences in prisons I was shown before I left. Their lives would be extended that they would serve their life sentences, their invisible victims who did not document their inner visual landscapes using the internet will become apparent and those criminals woulde to paye more for hurting those anonymously than for hurting me. A thousand years in a televised prison isn’t a life sentence.

Music videos of me committing suicide in shoes that display my feet in defence of Peaches Geldof, the celebrity. Once in a Universe. I’d give up crowns - plural - for equality and in her heroin stupors she stole money and inflicted slavery upon me with a pretty Jewish taurean man that she made for herself using a video of me smoking cigarettes to “How to Destroy Angels”. Bigger lips and sleeker hair and more money for clothes.

If she really died her life lesson was to never choose a man over a woman that thinks you’re pretty.

If I died I learned about money. “You don’t know what you’re paying for.” And “pay in advance”

People who do not appreciate art earn more money in this World, but rely on designers and muse appreciators to tell them what “luxury” or “good taste” is. We are everything that people with money love. They don’t know that yet.

I accessed levitation for a millisecond in my past life, “because of the Art”. I worked as a waitress. If I really died the Heavens would send me back to do the same look, for the movies and for diary keeping and love of ephemera. The god of death and afterlife is a dog, one time he said in passing “I don’t kill people that really really love dogs”. His evil older sister is a cat, B.

Thought relationships exist.