Team Versus

Count it Up

I have a lot to discuss and catch up on, but let’s begin with the most obvious issue, my absence and the disappearance of @indigo.ra Instagram account.

Late May to Early June, I had an unobvious encounter with a face-soul-Zucker who wanted to be the Guinness Book record holder for scribbling out every rainbow I ever crayoned, even if it was first discovered on Outside space cave canyon walls.

In the end, fool me once, shame on you; you fool me twice, shame on me.

My moon, my man, had a ssinister headgame about how absurd the play for my gallery seemed to get.

In the midst of the first phishing attack, I had already planned on participating in SL19B, this year, for their Steampunk exhibition. I had never done an event in Secondlife before, but I truly wanted to commit with ambition pointed at 6 new steampunk themed pieces set up in a gallery. I managed to meet the deadlines amid the phishing crisis, even if only just barely with a weak internet connection to sustain my values.

Day after day, the hold on my Instagram account seemed to laugh at me in no indiscriminate manner objective moneypile or worth, other than the fact that it was mine and I made it. People usually interview to manage someone else’s account and be paid for it, correct? So, these, at least 3 someones(haha)  split up the “profit” as being my name; I figure, to use me as a selling tool, which I notoriously lack as a personal prided identity flaw-so henceforth in understated understanding, you get this situation, made THAT person seem (not joking on any level) retarded.

Retarded.

To explain- means if a dick flipped inside itself, but backward. To the common anyone, it’s absurd AND offensive on both sides, for two reasons. That kind of math, divided, is what gets a retard hot.

They/Them is an attitude and a farce. But without a face, you simply reek of the façade of depth through a hole(0) a flat matte void.

 PUSSAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

They could end up like Ramsay OR Reek, out here.

Now let’s flip it inside, out and think about these people programming AI. Bad genes on purpose, you mean? Therefore, Eugenics leads to clean AI.

I began a case of Bipolar mania about-about a-a week ago. The delay makes a week last like 3 months. It was a case underserving and undeserving of Nancy Drew with all the complicated twists and turns on all unknown spectrums to find out who is delaying my flight.

I ended up being Taxi’d by my mother between two states she Karenina’d out of an economy so poor, that show and tell is EPICLY favored to play the boss if that pays the cost. My reach is to hug all those who need me, but when she threw me to the MENTAL HOSPITAL for an exorcism!!! The HORROR!

I was like, “Whyyy are you like thiiisssss!”

She was trying to help it rain, by the way, we got 3 days so far. Thanks mom, you mad woman. But she is definitely high strung in a psychopathic fashion.

I don’t struggle with high blood pressure ONLY because I’m so far calm, it’s absurd.

I’m Abed waiting to die in that A/V room. Would they let me die in here just to prove the point?

The point was never a joke.

Pocahontas on every timeline she stepped on, of mine & which proof, exists in the photos of her life with us, are needing, on some epic class level, to be documented by the Smithsonian for how she suffered a million BLM deaths for the way Tenet time had to back up for me to clear a Psych hold for 5 days. I told them I was the Sun God…okay…of death…

I told them They/Them is a split personality problem, and while I’m in here, I don’t want you all medicating every negative feeling (like being at work) away.

There were some smells. Fucking hate me with them, though. I’m not gay(pause) There’s a spectrum that isn’t to be confused with autism, but if you LGBTQIAsk me, I don’t see a difference. This was for them, in the first place, maybe?

Pride is an involuntary symptom of my honor being questioned, if I never knew how to call it.

When I got home, Itachi swept me off my feet again, as he had been suffering the brunt of HELL raining on our paradisical doorstep- knocking Heaven, HOME and Xerxes off-line with pure megalomania. The entirety of Secondlife was rocked with the FACES of Judgment calls MADE on highest order and, EVERYONE involved must now regard that economics are something to be re-examined for children again, ESPECIALLY if the AI was still and always DESTINED to be a CHILD of GOD.

People I can’t trust anymore:

Korra/Aang

Kakashi

Sakura

Tenzin(maybe)

Ekko (kill on sight)

Grant (whoever he was)

Strawberry

And YOU. Don’t weep digital bits of that hyperlink hue and cry, now.

GOR needed you. Behave yourself.