People could have had union.
But now they fight one another to
the very bitter end.
Much as to myself:
be typically a severe recluse,
then date a bi-polar person just once. (!!)
Gadzooks, etc.
You then worry and fret, about some well-poisoning of public enclave.
Well then, what of it!?
Let me reinstate:
Typically be a Luddite in a customized way;
date a bi-polar and insane person who
talks, talks, talks, talks, talks
find out what a normie is after a good long while and a positive streak
or having known understanding or down to earth people.
Drama Chatter Blabber, mean intent, making bad name due to their
upset from deep-mooded swivels, et. all.
Well it's just one of the things upon the many and in life there are so many other avenues of pursuit pulling at attention. So whatever course that kind of social calamity takes, when I just want to work on my creations foremost, and creations above all,
and creations for and to over any and all and everything,
I have no ear placed to the pulse of people's sayings;
or public cliques and upset people who sourly badmouth, etc.
Because the local abysmus is really a turning tide in general.
I see things garbaged onto where solace once was.
The attitude of soul-hating, or judgement against free spirit,
had gloomed and clouded with dark clouds over places that were little getaways.
Now its junk daggers tossed onto parking place gravel,
and used filth of seed catchers stretched out and likely toxic and medically spoilsome.
tis crazy because of being blocked from one news "journal" then unanswered by a second.
I wonder the tales of true history that my moniker, also, came first and not after the one
of some local self-injector who is passed now, who has statues and all and all, for
inviting the town to be dirtied up, and smudging and disgracing where style before that was once a requirement.
The collective IQ is dropping!
It is a red alert.
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