I want my camera back but ok.. I dont know why I had to lose my nikon camera when my brother changed his profile picture for holding his camera. I got a bunch of vegas pictures from two years ago and a bunch of me in the clothes that disappear from apartment. All those New York & Co outfits from actors clothing companies.. Spent with money that had a LD B on it. ITALY Hoodie with the four stars brand… Printers- desktop computers from At&t from when transit trains and etc.. but its ok to lie, my web hosting provider lies and says im removes my image every other day, so what do i expect? I be like what main structure gotta blow up to talk about our greek~ or to tell the truth.. or to give away a bunch of laptops instead of giving me my mail. Same problem, same unhappy people. Its all good, I just keep adding emails to different categories.

When we align… Its kinda funny, and annoying at the same time when our agendas arent the same.

I be like, we keep counting them bodies family members passing, real people in emergency rooms… Its like the email account but with family people. But that be the only way I can get yal be honest.

I dont like when our worlds intertwine though..

I got this real story – Im writing full of real and factual situations, and whenever i spend at this one place it ruins everything in real life and time. I cant wait to use the bathroom.
I use to want to write stories based areas, streets and states, cause thats how i made money back in the day… And theres an area that if you ignore what the streets are, its a cool area.. but if you look at the streets its a drama field story about religions and power.

why the dudes dressed like scorpion from mortal kombat gotta show up??

What you want me to talk about, war, booties…

SO…

(Grammatical errors werrning!) I woke this morning.. thinking about the paradise area… and working in a sales environment. Although, my situation at that time was unstable, and arizona at night is cold I figured it out. Found a way to enjoy the experience. The experience which included a lot of a caffinated drinks, energy, and persistence. I found that my image was never what they wanted. MY LIFE working for them, i guess yal wanted to be somebody else… and so it was.. with this one caveat, i get told on if i dont have glasses on. .And they kept looking me in the eyes when they would drink stuff that do that stuff. And weekends, they would tell on us.. We was so magical… in that little world with all that food i use to take pictures of on the weekend. I used to laugh at all the conversations we would have when we were on the phone and off the phone. Movies of reference – weird science, IT, wolf of wall street. We had the market that it was ok to do, so large.. … Wonder why all those people know about certain people in repetition.

I always thought to myself, why do you do people you make money off wrong… that will never make sense to me. On any level.

And see, i wasnt saying turkey sausage was what i was thinking about when… I didnt deserve that paralyzing headache. Cuz probably went wrong posting that old 1940’s image. Dislike some of that old past stuff.

I dislike when I get variations of an imaginary abusive spouse… Its like i cant fight what i cant see… Im not mad at my brother.. cuz we each got our own world.. im dissatisfied with my thoughts being broadcasted when i think some stuff that would involve my continuance on this journey of life and then everybody else know what i want to do~ Or my feelings which are rather confusing lol. And this is why i dont like personal share.

..in the mean time.

DREAMS

Hold fast to dreams 
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow. ~LH