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Demi

I’m actually quite tidy!

I want to give you beautiful warm nothingness with precious little (for now). This is simply what I felt way back then, done today. Its just a story.

I do love the beach though!

The Narrative That Plagues The Vessel:

Body is forever judged by some unknown goddess; the soul, forevermore damned by some “heavenly” Father. It was often threatened to be used as kindling for someone’s mother. He is angry; Hidden as a metaphorical cat amongst a pack of [redacted]. It feigns but is quite capable of the opposite.

On the other hand, Róxbian dreams of meeting Yoko Shimomura. Will Messy Summer’s untimely deaths affect things?

Gee, we just don’t know.

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Our tale needs to be a-typically told. Messy Summer is the uhhh... shadow-work ummm... e-guy sacrifice thing.

(I pushed the ‘Art’ button with Fiction.)

Suitable for life in any lane. Keep them well apart if needed.

Seven Crowns with different sounds. These tracks have shaped my life.

See, we need a glimpse of change, the house's win, the dance of fate. In grief, we finally find the sight. Ah, to use the equalizer, the feared unknown, where no one wins, the seeds are sown.

The start, all middles and end plus credits and secret episode.

Winners win, losers lose, which path dare it not to choose?

“The White Room” is our ahem... 2005 Twink Death Funeral lol.

Dream to win and dine then switch on a dime, but without loss, what does victory define?

We imagine luck to be a fickle friend, born rich or poor, on fate depend. After all, luck's a lottery, or a burglar’s prey. Where have you gone my friend...

Preferred topic’s kept me very busy and hopeful. The goal? Make some noise before KH4 and see if I can get a Kurt Zisa thing going. Ah to dream, Messy’s mess might get in the way.

I try to follow my heart, but stammer and stall.

I just need some risky things out of my system first. My interests in provocative art does not align with the inner child. I don’t know how to reconcile at this moment. Please check back later.

I will be understood, in time.

There is so much more to do Byron

So little time...

If only all 3 of me got along or if I had 8 other arms... We need the metaphor to metaphorically die soon.