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Hey hey where you at? Lets do this outta order...

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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

My PROMISE: to my polyamorous lovers...

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 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. 

God is appalling... What is my true religion???

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   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

*Quirky Heartmade: The true heartbreak fineline i cross every day*

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 Hint hint its over between my man candy and i and all i ever needed was me so life can continue on... But i need my RAGE to propel certain ideas. ---------- The idea of moving out is lamented in stone practically but the verge of obedience lies within my artwork as Quirky Heartmade. I just found the version of me that will NEVER let go because i am a prized fighter in the world of "quirky heartmade"💗 Hint hint : MY art ^^^^^^^^^^ Theres so much of my years of hard work that were stolen from me as a graphic designer because idk how to switch between business mode. But not even that would suffer because as an artist i need sovereignty to complete my tall orders and if i question because of a bipolar man returning from war. I cant be the right woman because the only way to lament tall orders that no one cares about anymore just cuz god ripped it out of my heart to want congenial heart to headts about my art and;  so sit here waiting for the bloody march to return to my head. I
You are not your actions. You are not your ego. Don't listen to others who tell you differently. You need to let your pain go.

Selfies: Helpful or Hurtful to Personal Connection

Pretty good mood???!!! As an artist, I like to use instagram & Twitter as my platforms. I feel like they allow me to make connections a lot easier. Lately it has been scaring me though. It wasn't until I was dreaming about my website this morning though that it really hit me. As much as I love being open and honest with others it scares me that I could potentially be doing more harm to my business by including selfies. I mean in this day and age, selfies are just a form of self-expression and as an artist I wanted to connect with others on a personal level. Show that there is a human behind the creation, but is that necessary? Is it for my gain or others? This morning, still half asleep I took down some pictures from instagram. Possibly in haste because I started to worry that being on social media had gone too far. Even though I love sharing who I am & I wrote a sincere thank you to all my followers last night I was genuinely concerned that possibly I could lose people'

Predicted A YEAR BEFORE::....Are all artists a little crazy? (March 12, 2016)

Are all artists a little crazy? You think of the greats...Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo(was that an artist or just a mutant ninja turtle...just kidding I know it's an artist), and others. A lot of whom were a little alarming in their habits. There's artists now who are just normal people, but with all the ideas playing through an artist's head it can be a huge roller coaster. There's this meme that gets used a lot among artists that describes what I'm saying perfectly where they always have a million mental tabs open at once thinking of all the things they could be creating and how to promote and how to get better and what to do next. Just a little Heck, I suffer from ADHD and possibly depression. Always wanting to create something new but being too scatterbrained to sit down and make it or telling myself I'm crazy and fighting off those voices so I can actually accomplish it. Not actual voices just that voice of extreme self doubt. Artists are notorious for