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Fast Motion Night Full of Stars | 4K Relaxing Screensaver

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An ode to Hazel Scott.

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Rain: "reds won't take your life but your anger will."

in my mind theres jars in which to live. child of God is my perfection.

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in the world of hollywood, Leon Thomas is jesus.

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vintage photo of my #ootd hanging on to my wardrobe door. clothes imported from #primarklondon

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American life itself is an energy vampire.

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in hip-hop, j. cole is jesus. not kendrick.

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talked my way into sumn here with chatgpt:

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if naxiety is noo i am is yaehh

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at this moment in this (american) society, i am in favor of aromantic coupling and partnerships of convenience. i'm in favor of both entering one and supporting those who enter them. it isn't personal, its just the rents due.

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I have a strange suspicion that something important is supposed to happen today. i simply don't recall what exactly it is.

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prayer 3.25.25

With a humble heart I channel Yahuah, my father in heaven.

When I breathe, I know everything is alright.

This sentiment comes to mind when the meaning of "life after death" is being drawn forth. This sentiment reaps what was sown. It is cyclical inherently and can leave as swift in effect as it was rendered.

Breathing is knowing inherently and without thinking.

I call this the philosophy of "looking forward". This basis of inherency removes thought from stillness. There can be only room for truth in the space of what is still. Movement is present. Movement is not removed from stillness.

Evenly distributing word of intrigue is the profit engine at work.

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haiku 3.23.25

my lips are dry, just

like my love life, i wait for

Your face to show more.

my feet, dry bones rest

suspended in air thrust

against cotton lain.

yes, stacks of cotton

where cash-by-the-cloudful was

in its place before.

high up on shoulders

no thought of wasting a meal

competes for its space.

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i also make $

I dont have prerequisites to upgrade my lifestyle.

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Esther 1:10

a drunk King Ahasuerus: "Vashti! Come to my immensely expensive banquet dinner tonight wear a corset and [belchhh] bring that fancy diadem i wrought through slave labour." a lucid Queen Vashti: "no." Ahasuerus: "Divorce me!"

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I want to receive two vip tickets to the noticed arts expo.

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Sonia Choquette - How to Navigate All the World Chaos

These are our times.