Quirky Heartmade

  I was adopted from a well off family for the remainder in the lifetime of a span of a butterfly in the coercive styles of a writer with too much time on her hands. I was abused and sexually demoralized by this family but in the real way aren't we all? That's what I always thought but in the real way I'm surprised it even got that far because I was trained by my family not to think or speak I'll of them or my real family but in the real way I'm tumultuous from love spans in the real way I'm down and dirty in the head but in the real way I can see being more spiritual than most as a child because I could see the history of walls and carpeting as a life span of adults. I saw the crooked and the obnoxious. 

 L https://knowledgenuts.com/hades-vs-satan/ isten up I'm in heaven right now. In Nadia's land I don't have my kids back but in my realm of honor and intrigue he's a blessed be kind of man but in his land he's no longer blue- noble he's red noble which means he's more honorable than jesus.  But what most p Wicca is a practice by which evil men do good. For other,s; possibilities start to emerge but real people are drawn to them for their herbal remedies. I have a lackadaisical charm to most but in the real ways I like to delve into my psyche to understand what makes people tick and complacent but in the real ways I don't see demons I see ill-aware people's with hopes of rendering reconstruction in their hearts. But blessed be, people. With love in your heart all is possible. 

Paulie d short: I have a hard time getting people out of my head but here goes.... Spit spit spit pfft pfft pfft I can't get people out of my head I can't get rap out  I'm in delirium with you in my dreams You're a dark entity in one and a dark angel in another Hinthint get the hell out or suffer the consequences I'm an angel god with a sufferable heart and a deity angel in my head screaming leave them the hell alone Why oh why god? But why in the world are we dated? We must, we trust to have the all lords above us. 

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

 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