I come from the land two turns outta gutter swamps, still got bullet holes in SUVs tho—pull up to the famly’union liable to find deer, pig, frog legs, a bite of squirrel and some gator from who tha’fxcks backyard is this, muhnegus we got these roun’here? right next to great grandmal’s good ol’ con’bread and cawlud greens.
#avegansnightmare ♥ #truestory
Even a basic two-step takes practice.
Gifted—everyone has a gift say the good books. Each person has something inside of Him or Her which specifically sets Him or Her apart from all others and amongst the ranks of others who share similar gifts, right? Right. So what makes you special…if you are not the only one with your given gift…what makes your gift worth having?
YOU.
You are what makes your gift special. I am the only person walking this good green-blue earth harboring my specific set of morals, traits, values, and experiences. You are the only persona who can express your gift with and from the perspective of your past, present and future living.
YOU ARE THE GIFT.
Fathom this…you, a one of a kind, living breathing walking talking gift to be continually perfected in all areas and aspects of life and existence then shared with humanity well-seasoned and tastefully raw af. Eh, picture that Love.
Peace and always Love!
—♥Egypt
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Got my hands on an authentic vintage Gucci bag once. A nice one too—a collector’s steal—a connoisseur’s dreams—
but really wasn’t my type of, you know, flavor—couldn’t satisfy my sweet tooth... Eh,
so I parted with it three days later for decent enough amount of fiat.
I know, I know—some may say girl you’awholefool out in these streets…well, to each her or his own custom pile of rocks to kick…
I know my own speed of light. I bang hard with my own style. I like the conversion rate of USD to Pesos
—and this Rosetti backpack for that Burlington price tag… let’s just say life was officially given bi.
#thesimplethingsinlife
You must first be great to produce greatness. From mediocre you receive mediocracy. To be great is an ongoing journey—no Man, no Woman possesses a beginning or an end to his or her greatness. Greatness is to be assumed, owned and managed continually. You are by divine creation great. It is only when you decide to stop striving to be greater than your yesteryou that you begin to dress your own self in robes of mediocracy. There is no end to the levels of greatness one can achieve either—there is only stagnation.
You are indeed great my Loves!
—♥E
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Music video by D'Jon performing "Power" © 2018 SupremeDJon.com
Vows are not made to be broken…
but—we are humans, fickle creatures…we break them. Some we break unintentionally, some we break to save, as if it needs saving, grace…and some we break simply to keep from having to reveal our demons to none other than ourselves. I broke a vow I made to you, because of the latter—I simply could not be transparent with you, so I hid from you…but only the part of you that reflected me…I hid from your eyes, and yet your hearts still beat in my chest.
Even in hiding, I could not escape the sound. I could not stop my feet from dancing to those beats you conjured—and though, my mind still raced as brilliantly as a million thoroughbred stallions, my spirit stalled out a time or two, and my body backfired…my bones cracked and ground bone on bone. I chipped a tooth. I stained a few. Part of me became so seemingly complete with the thoughts breathing as good mother Dickinson had, and part of me grew sick of dancing in my own eerie shadows, dropping baskets of treats from gloomy windows. Slowly,
hesitantly,
I set aside my peace pipe because I am learning time slows down much faster when it speeds up—like interdimensional travel, shifting, bending, transmuting from one black space to the next without the blinking of an eye. I am home again. Please allow me to rest my head upon your hearts once more.
Signed,
A Letter to Those Who Traveled this Wicked Path with I…
I would like to believe that I am indeed the same woman who began this particular LoveTrip three years ago, but the woman I have become and she who I am ever-becoming will not allow me to be so complacent.
See, although my core has surely remained the same—all around it has metamorphosed.
Love your transformation mis andestagōnwa!
—♥Egypt
My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.
I pay no blood price.
You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.
You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,
but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.
You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.
Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.
Alhamdulillah
—♥E
It takes two they say to tangle. By law, the latter manifests a perfect imperfection—and in love no thing is wrong because all moves toward a beautiful righteousness. There are days we creak, some we crack, others we go and we go on and on. Heat. No cares for gas and electric bills. The entire house transforms into our playground, something like a speedway—no restrictions, but every round is practice—most end in untamable laughter, involuntary exhales, untranslatable words.
—♥S. Marie
