Author: Candid Corvid Productions
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Wreckage
“I would like to say that things are back to norm, but there’s a lot of damage to attend to.”
(Closer To The Edge – Thirty Seconds To Mars)
“The Last”
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Wha-Haaat?
“Balance in my life?”
It Is Hard
“To be hurt.”
“Mobile Potpouri”
It’s The Fumes
“When I feel like giving up, I must remember.”
Word Of The Day: Pebbling
“Today is my first time hearing of this word that describes the action of someone who loves you sending little notes, pictures, etc., as a form of affection because something lovingly reminds them of you during a 24 hour period.
They are coining this as a type “neurotypical” behavior that is positive, but possibly misunderstood by “normals.”
I thought that this type of consideration was just a way of indulging romantic nuance behavior – so I guess that they are saying that romance is neurotypical?
Who are those emotionaly critical analysts?
Monoculturalists?”
Primal Truths
When she drove past the masjid, she often felt betrayed by how she had really been treated.
But then she remembered the day that she prayed to their version, and was reclaimed by a panther’s spirit.
“That’s Better”
BreakOut
“My face does not usually get pimples because I keep my system in good regulation.
One on my chin certifies fumes’ constant exposure.”
(You & I – Aseity)
Be Weird
Love & Kindness
“The Hound Is Restless”
“It Had Landed On Me”
At Least,
“The scent of flowers blooming conveys the rich mystery of life’s love, still waiting…”
Big Mouth Flappy-Yappy
“Do you want your life to get better?
Then get off your a** and make it better.
Already doing that and ‘sh** out of luck?’
File your complaints, push back – and then, again – get off your a** and do something about it.”
Word Of The Day: Resolute
“Wait a minute…
No –
Fu** this.”
Pressure’s Vise
“It tells me that I must rehome the animals.
But I know how we got here, so the armor must be redonned.
No matter the weight nor how I wished to stop fighting.
The cortisol rush comes flooding again as my body gets even thicker with more density.
I must learn to welcome it, for my life is not getting ‘better.'”
When It Hurts
“When the wolf barks, it shocks my heart.
When the hound whines, it causes anxiety.
When the cat yowls, I am told it’s not enough.”
Refrain
A hollowed distance kept her vigilance.
Sucked Inward
She needed more – but had to keep giving more, instead, carving out and bleeding dry vital internal space that was meant to give and receive loving, but now knew only how to give while sealing up to shore inwardly breaking walls against total collapsing.
There’s No Good Reason
For why basic survival keeps demanding more, and stress levels keep ramping.
Trying To Deal With It
“But on levels, hating it and PTSD-twitching.”
And Forget About Sleeping In
Even if she could sneak past using the bathroom without signaling the dogs to start barking to be let out, kids running, parents vacuuming, laughing and then cussing at 8am – basically literally hitting their ground running and living fully in pounding life colors tromping onto one’s ceiling and into walls surrounding – are guaranteed to get the cat yowling and dogs demanding why they have not yet been included from that family’s clomps of being let out, yet.
What’s It Worth?
Yesterday, she used the on-site laundry again.
Which required much effort of in lifting and carrying as her joints and spine ground and compressed in bearing offset weight across distance, finding that darn code again, uneven terrain tripping, forgetting the basket and having to go back home again, etc.
Under time pressure, yet troubleshooting and determined to get cleaned in time the one basketful of clothes that she relied upon.
Before work, and in need.
Money and time spent later, she returned to retrieve her clothes and fly off to work – but the dryer setting had switched itself to no heat.
She had to shove the still wet, now heavier clothes into the basket and drive off to work with them.
Where they musted in the hot car all day.
Now her clothes are mildewed – and she’s out of money, soap, and solutions.
Tiny Dragon
Priorities
X’Actly!
DandyVerse
I Am The Wind
“I’m no longer a maiden.”
Another Source
“Oh, that’s why it also reeks at the head of my bed.
The fumes are also being drawn into my room through the electrical outlet.”
(Burning Fire – TechnoDEMONS)
Living, In It
“Somewhere between the cogs of the machine with its greasy, gritty, tarlike oil builtup stale and rusty-dusty from the tears of so many generations before us as its gears grind onward, hungrily waiting for each one of us to slip and fall to our own demise of being dragged under and ground up as grisled lubricant while life gets compressed and squeezed out of us…
Somewhere in this hellish mockery of an “advanced civilization,” we must learn at first how to just merely survive, and then, if we figure out how to generally predict the system’s patterns and practice how dodging and weaving to avoid succumbing, we can – despite being unwilling victims – thrive.”
Home
Dandy Fractals
Grounds For Objection
The various sizes, shapes, ages, and colors of men milled about around their display platforms, posturing and cruising here and their like sharks hiding their teeth to lure closer their sought after female prey.
(Title play with words)
My Darling,
“Why do you test me?”
Word Of The Day: BloodLust
“Not a craving for blood, but for the sharing exchange of the energetic essence that resides within it.”
BloodLust
When the hunger got intense, she dared not reach for Him.
Anything
“Have I accomplished?”
My Heart’s Desire
Speaks to me along air streams, through frequencies, and inside of vibrations, awakening encoding that I did not know for sure, but always suspected, was waiting to hearken inside of me.
My Love,
Some things take more than one lifetime to convey.
Let’s begin our journey together, and I will listen to your heart’s story unfold as we learn and share love’s blessings along the way.
❤️🔥
In My Heart
“Growly-fierce impatience mixed with fears’ trepidation.”
(Give It To Me Baby – Rick James)
Giving In To Love
(Red – Pieces)
And Still,
“I can smell strong urine – even after having sprayed the orange deodorizing mist.
Where are the rewards?
Where are the rewards?!“
