cereal news post “When I met Emanuelle I was thinking of Macron”

when I met Emmanuel the Uber driver from South America on his little moped that’s strange night I was on a walk and found a huge amount of donated unaccepted goods over the Christmas holiday in front of Salvation Army along some heights area that had been previously under regarded as essentially part of Toronto anyway there I was wondering where the fuck did this area come from Emmanuel comes with his Uber walking right up to me saying hello My name is Emmanuel. I thought it was macaron campaigning much like I met JT (justin thomas) along lower king that weird day I was doing stuff with the banks. anyway i knew then that 1alvin would be so pleased with the goods i collected for him and everyone back home 2macron topic was huge gee whiz queer prez of france wife got me all writing fan fic exploits and what nautical charters those townships were there when i got to loading that area on the satellite cache how was i supposed to understand or know im not an AI and then i butt hurt leave quickly without saying good bye.

Mandala Meditation Quotes

psychedelic mandala backdrops drawn by me- quotes found on google feel free to use by attribution to Mkicrattzzi if you would like to purchase these mandala as a digital file for commercial use please send $250 to me via paypal.me/NicoTiro and I will reply with the png and jpg for you to use commercially. I retain exclusive rights but do not ask for royalties for commercial work but by attribution.

to porkchop frenchi

Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Your lack of words might though, as your eyes avert me. I quietly pray, to my dismay, for your words to reach me. I get you in parts, filtered in from the dark, where your bones lie staunch and dirty. If it's dirt dug up, I'll know by the tone, but the profiler knows to show me, the good in you that I don't get as you continuously ignore me. By the time we meet, it's all said and done, there's nothing that will smite me. Unless it's you of course, holding a stick, swinging it right at me. My bones may break then, but my heart won't, and you'll be very sorry. (second stanza i just made up now with no editing so pardon my rhyming) For true love is my goal and with that nothing violent will ever reach me. Abuse is done, I know it well, and I see past it rightly. You're deaf, you're dumb, and you might have a problem with that son. Ghostings for teens who don't know what feelings are, because they never had any. Last I checked you're an adult now so why are you so mean to me? It must be someone talking shit to you totally all about me. Listen carefully because its profiled to you, Im sold in parts, and you don't know me. So the profiler might tell you about me too, but you won't recognize me. A union is a friendship did and comes right back in at me. You deny it now but come down the line time will be unkind to your doubting. For all you know you might as well already mightily love me. But I get that you won't know until you come very close to me. That words are fun, a way to squirm, fly, and haunt other people to learning you. The curve is real and the arc remains true: I did love you, but it might have been in ancient times totally way back when. That times long gone but my heart knows I did and thats the bend the arc makes as i try to astral travel to see you. This poem is just but a way for me to tell you that I dont bite: Bark I do and its to say that awoooooooooooooooooo i do love you. Love me back: the pitiful cry of Joan of Arc will not die. Her tale is true the arc is clean and no martyr are we. Lets have some fun and party. Avoid adulting and act foolishly. Night time comes soon enough, don't be caught without me. I dont know where you go so take me next time you show Up to see your friends in the city. Because i live in an industrial town theres no one here thatll take me. So come show me what you like dont hesitate dont doubt me. But if you choose go and leave me alone I wont cry for you. Ill just know that next life though, itll be you coming after me. For true love is spent when you stay dead to someone happy to see you. Quelch this you try but smoldering ashes fly out tue phoenix my countries bird, blazing hot and splendid. Ready to do that thing again and wont it ever hurt me. I guess not because truth is rare and precious is the only thing that deserts me. No fault of mine its usually stolen from me By a traitor who was given access to my belongings where he showed me, a traitor true cold blooded hue of hatred and violence at me. But sticks and stones can break my bones and words will never hurt me. It includes the words you leave out because those words are well within you. So keep not saying what is true as I try to relieve my sadness at losing you this lifetime. So long ago did we meet maybe we were one person split in two changed genders too and now we have forgotten. But i say thats not true amd words words words is all ill ever do to you.

i was more beautiful before. my skin on my face now is super yucky. i dont understand what happened tonit. its multicoloured now with unpeeled rehealed skin that got too sunburnt (i dont know how) and its a different shape. because of my thyroid cancer (got that now) my neck looks thicker so my chin looks dumb. safe to say i dont look like my 20 year old profile pic anymore :( also i never get asked on dates (actually this never happened to me) or to hamg out with people i admire anymore. yeah life is super boring and lonely for me. i dont really like it anymore and would prefer to be dead already.

my old crushes site i think

https://greenordersite.com/ went like that he was the cutest boy I had ever seen his eyes were so green. I wonder what it meant when I never seen anything like him that time when I was probably not fit to be seen with anybody but myself because I was so very sick but anyway, I still had a crush on him. Let me think real quick. What else did I know of him? His name was I'm not gonna say it because I don't know if this is even cool or what, but I just wanted to write this down before I forget, do you remember the Green Room on Spadina yet? It had the best pot, the softest bud and leaf with a puffy feeling and powdery scent of crystals, crystals crystals in all forms shapes sizes decent least of all the scent. The scent of that weed made me think about my crush

some pictures

dont mind these scandalous photos on my blog these days im mostly kidding me in kyles apartment those are some shoes walter gave me to give to his ex gf possibly who is sleeping male roman gladiator models current gf old pics of me in thailand and manila in 2018 mandala details crypto trash image old pic of my butt in my old apartment kitchen in parkdale small pyrex of msm nothing even remotely actually scandalous just an idea

so bored

in east york. ill try to make a rhyme about how bored and lonely i feel about being isolated in many levels of life. boring boring boring time squeezing life out of limes there isn't much juice there but squeeze squeeze squeeze anyway the pressure on me to maintain this free market people rape me in is like the worst thing about all of this unpaid driving im 46 now you might get there ive already been summered in take me to your age group ill see what can be done these people you dont see, the third party market son better run for cover mom run run run dont bother with the apps they track you all day and all night hun they talk non stop shit about you, they talk til youre done fed up with the intrusion of your psyche, youre privacy is gone screaming get the fuck out but you must be dreaming its just you and your devices but wait theres more people in the room conceiving these curious ears you dont know where from. when its found out we are quorum sensing when we feel intruded upon these third parties harvesting will be did and already done the damage worldwide had already started the momentum all as one huge group of the intruded upon the smart ones, the curious, the open, the creative ones, all of them, it took them down one by one in the name of for what did they mean by ghosting a girl darling you know boys do that to women because theyre gay silly they cant admit it so they hide and ruin many women i guess youre right now that you said it ill have to think about how its done finding a friend a partner who has one a brain remember but not a cloudy one ill keep my ears open ill look more in the sun to find a perfect partner must mean i dont see them or feel them at all my imaginary boyfriend, my husband to be, my boy friends, and everything to see denied to you and women like me because they isolate us they intrude theyre not a third party theyre in front of your face like food youre humgry so what do you do you push it back and run away crying and vowing not to shut up about gender inequality and the way these gay boys stand out ignoring ghosting and wasting good women all in a days work all in a month or so till the end of the year forever its done theyre gone so dont let these gay guys court you. you better run. take up apps again and listen to them talk shallow as hell pathetic whining babies so many disparaging comments when youre just by yourself along it must be pachitzophrenia it must be someone something stole- its my market mom its my market that has done this to me brought me pain brought me strife brough me all this shit to do and they steal everytjing anyway i dont have much but i give it away i hope someone pays but im telling you now no one does.

community

sometimes we have plenty, sometimes we have none, but most specially we like to have fun. be it night time or day, come what may, see us smile in the sun, bring our friends bag, dont forget it, run. ill bring the razor blades, you bring the foil, a barbeque is what we'll say were having- smoke fuming out: come! whats her number does she have one what about him? i know him. when did she go? did he die-we were friends- now i only have some. the community mourns as one. lets party we all say but we know its just for fun for all seriousness we died already chasing our friends one by one. dont mock or hurt is weve already been done. dont scorn or chastise us, we know. were not blind, deaf, or mute, we're broken, cold and alone ready to say hey hows it going cheer up we're still here, friends, and some. to those that passed before us we miss you and dont worry we still have it, what you left us, the memory of friendship come.

MANDALAS vs MKICRATTZZI

im planning to print them out on canvas for putting up on the wall :) but have to quit gambling first here is a small portion of the latest one

a shared folder can be found here: https://www.icloud.com/sharedalbum/#B1zJtdOXmu0Ftom

limited public hosting on that shared album so i will post some of the mandalas i created using the mandala maker app here: (for your consideration)