Quirky Heartmade

im a shrinking violet at times but whrnce it comes from lonely times im at disorder but i feel like i should be draped in cloths of quirky embellishments and embevelled with clooms. The staunchy disorder i feel when theres too much clutter and i cant encase it with attitude makes me a bad artist. I feel i should be working with different mediums. I know im at lost with my mediums when stitches of array come from my debilitating medicine. Its not soulful enough for me and my art be at bay. I just wanna scream because brethren isnt what i need. Once youve become comfortable with your own sef through spirituality theres a freedom from concubine. I never needed touch but i know how to dazzle the eyes. Not the grotesque picture but the one made below it but i know how to grab people by the eye with photography.  This ^^^^^^be one of my prized possessions from after the hospital which no one needed. If you be all right with your spirituality then the hospital is a concubine. Ive surrendered

 I have come from an age of sexuality and promiscuity plagueing the airwaves. I dont want to start my relationships on small ploys. I want grandeur to start my relationships i want epic flights of ideas to start the epic whirlwind. I know my current plights have been simpiose but i have hinterwinded by my hints of affection with a true man and idol. I have a grandeur plan of sexuality that starts with true proposals of flowers and candy. If you're not up for games nit picking and affectionate morales because from here on out i start my grand plan of winning over the sympathies of my lovers when i literally grandeur my lovers with milkshakes and bubbly trinkets of affection and designs of art that start of the epitome of altruistic love. 

   I hate god for the width of his span. Its absolutely disgusting what he brings into this world. The sexuality of god is depraving. I was of moral conscientiousness when i was a child but love of god=nun  I wanted to give my life over to god not another deity but rather the deity above all elset Imo He is the one that created all others I used to come up with morale plans for which he did not speak but then he sexualized me after my mom died and made me see sexuality in EVERYTHING... It was ok but seriously looking back i was a young girl who hadnt yet blossomed and i got to be raised by a cowardly drunk who spoke of no friends.  Trisha looks in videos, brings about feminine united  to sexualize themselves with people that could care less about the temple of her body After god has come people still praise the omniscience of a god who doesnt teach right from wrong.  I dont believe the rags we protest have any say of our forthholding culture. I am starting to praise the hindu gods even