Alchemists are Beauty Undefiled

so hard is it to find a steak lunch mate?

loachos and trifling bunches/ one of the persons i met, i first met them over a decade ago by offering them lunch. ask him to take me today first thing out his mouth is ;am i paying' niggers who are douglas and indians have no shame either.

all this talk of women having friendzone males who are transport...i dont know that at all. Never had it. Dont think in that framework. Perhaps it is because from age 16 I always had my own vehicle

But i am not complaining, i just find it so amusing how one can have a life and reality so far removed from the popular myth and story line.

just last night my godsister was telling me how much my life constantly variates from the norm, something always spectacular, surprising and appealing.

i just dont understand where people and males get this loacho thing from. I cant imagine them being like that with their male friends, or maybe they are. it matters not

the other thing that occurred to me last night , this morning are my variety of haters. the high kind, the kind who think they smart, crafty and with gifts and talents. bullshit. they are just busy dead japs, already sprayed dead, still buzzing an insistence of futility.

haters who enlist zombie worthless agents to spread rumours and lies. but here is the clincher. they think they are hurting me and i am and was oblivious . i now coming to the story, figuring out the pieces a good nine months after the fact. They trying to hurt me, remove from me a great gift, something they wished they ever had or known in life, something that made them green in envy under all that white, made them sick and plumb more into darkness, a darkness that their vehicle now bears the appearance of weight and battering. see cause her soul is in everything else except her body. many things that she steals and attempts to coerce. but what i am getting to is that these two imps trying to do me in and only hurting innocent people,another lady who had no idea how much of a cheater her boy was, living in delusion she was/and is. but i realize the more they do, they do to everything I am, everybody walking with me, and besides all of that, me as an alchemist, so you throw bad for me and guess what? it turns into gold. you speak ill of me, and guess what, my light shines brighter. you try to remove one from me and guess what, a whole calvary comes seeking. there are things i have to talk and share about but i am not sure where is the place and timing but know one thing. there is an experience most women never ever have, and when they see it , it makes them turn ugly and crazy. I have seen it twice in my life. once in college, telling a friend about my life with my boyfriend. she was so surprised she tried to attain it for herself but it dont work so. what you have with someone aint transferable, even if the tool is there. it is the energies combined that brings it to a height of life and skill/ a gift most women know nothing of, far less to imagine, far worse to ever experience.

that is what i had that had turu in a state. enlisting a street rat ornella who looks like a recovering coke addict, bespoiling a young sister;s life at a time when she waited eight years to make a baby for a loser bum, she still unmarried, he very single but she calling him her husband. living lies and then have to contend with a very public betrayal. and all the while, I am still the golden girl. the bomb in the ria, smelling like frankincense rose and looking like the pot of gold giving life to new worlds, possibilities, vista and rainbows.

i never knew i was that much an alchemist

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