Idk. But do you? Every post on here is LOADED. I mean that ..

Idk. But do you?

Every post on here is LOADED. I mean that in every single way applicable. I obsess over my trauma and my passion and there is nothing else to it. My function is simple. Feel and express. Connect the through lines to my flagrant actions, calculated moments, and constant motions to adhere to the understanding of me I so desperately please at whoever gazed upon my work to gleam.

Motor art.

This is Maggie’s farm. And I’m Maggie.

You’re the farm boss.

You’re goddamn right I am. Before he wiped my slate clean with his slap stick’s sting.

I observed once. The need to be seen. I then heard, deep down in me, the desire to be felt. I also understood equations are meant to disappear while they are being fulfilled so I took the giant magnetic flashlight that came from the expensive items lists of Home Depot, stuck it on the fridge in the kitchen of marks ornate house. Old Cherokee rug to the right of me, as to I was day dreaming about nature, and wanted to become a lightning bug but the glow would not be able to be seen for hours. More so I craved the glow of a lightning bug but it was not night and I wanted to become one myself. I slowly positioned the magnetic force yielding battery powered thing that looked like a Jedi lightsaber device, this one purple. Not because it was a samuel l Jackson’s but because elf the purple teletubby with th eteiangle on its friggin forehead which received all that heat for supporting gay rights cuz that’s like the main symbol or something. A triangle. Specifically purple. But that’s the lightsaber mind dodge what I was forgetting was the become a lightning bug clause during the day. I got on my knees. Well first I posoitioned the long light diety with its anchor in mid rear position on the bottom of the silver yellow fridge. Then I turned on the sucker. Then I puckerd up and shoved my ass through the ornate plastic ribbing. Like a dildo was wearing a masochistic rubbles condom the size of pain Olympics. I dig myself into it and guzzle the negativity that comes with stretching My bum. My ends always justify my means they say about anything that did god create and I chugged further with sour puss look in my eyes and pain spread apart the cross of my face. I opened up my mouth and beamed like a spot light meant to point out the obtuse and disgustingly necessary.
I bought him a new flashlight with the allowance he did gave me.

mans Turned