Is[n't] Real

What’s Love?

Yes, it’s got to do with the way you want to experience reality. Like, right? Right when I left for Cleveland, my Wasband sent me a text that he had to pay for my former phone bill. Even when he got me dumb phone when i earned my own money, and my rich aunt paid for me, i never needed his hand. Even when his oThEr gf paid for his phone and he got a plan for the communards, it never made any sense to me. The never ending math equation with mula and ppl ruined my past life. Old money privilege got me confused… WTF is it you do? LEAVE HIM! Landback! & gtfo (get the eff out)! You are not even marc maron or lil wayne or averil lavigne just like me… you are HIM from the mf powderpuff girls. 

All i do is write and draw. I’m with the idea of being a mystic, like a gosh darn gentleman, & a true lady. I’m fraternal in my one identity. What the heck does this difference in time zones matter when my direct experience fills my peripheral with my personal emotionality… ?. I’m asking you to evaluate what sparks the feelings of love. This is mysterious generally yet ever so obvious specifically. It is a “Sensation”, imo. Also, an “Equalzier”, a complement to your natural setting(s). It’s rare. Not that it is uncommon, but rather, that it happens only magnetically and magically on occasion. The occurrence of it arises, and its capture is a relationship. While i am a nice human and poly poet, i dunt luv everybody. Only a handful of targets have been the material for my Spirit. That’s a good enough definition.

“Everyone but the Devil means well”. Quoting ‘~my ex’. Well, my intentions are inherently Good. When i decided to live with total goodness in the “INTENTIONAL” community, nothing about the farm was really there. By this i mean, my studies abroad on Subjective Reality proved to be the case. That is to win one’s own hero's journey. To my dismay, upon my course in said adventuring, it isn’t everyone who really has only the best in mind for pursuing a nice life. I’ve been afraid of bad guys. Most bad vibes may exist, but fortunately, i steer clear of those. An earlier version of myself had reliably this- half of my time was negative. It wasn’t that bad but i felt stuck and that’s awful because we are intelligently designed for evolution. But the flip side of my coin was the joy, the nature of beauty, the performance art, the creativity and passion for expressing heart n soul and having one’s ego be a tool for such. I remember my blog “kristineiam.net” & hope/feel like you do too.

Caught in a mixtape; can’t let it go. Even oddly, I’m just a girl in the world, it’s the pawn who envisions herself a queen. Let’s get the old band back together, let’s get Pangea to shapeshift those plate tectonics for a reunion! This isn’t my first time hearing that Love Is Blind, or that the light can make you feel crazy. Idk, it was like 80 degrees in February one day down-south when they reminded me of the Euphoria I Felt ‘living on the other side’. Funny zine, but this CAN be Utopia, if you make it great. Thomas The Train had me believin’ in makin’ the most/best out of nuthin. No, NOT like MAGA w the Tr*mpers, i haaate that shyt that’s why i keep my ears clean. I had been traumatized by political activists who held signs spitting venom. But i work and twerk on voting for the planet i love, to live in…i’ve been in… many ideas about the constitutions of True Love, like the lil fairytale human i like to think of myself as.

This is my initial - K. OK! It is all I say. It’s a good wordplay, since I’m a Bombshell. Knock out, because you can fall in love with me as long you agree to stand up and rise up together, as a duo. A unit. A calm unity sprouted from a community. Just Kidding! I’m J. Four letters, one syllable. You are not my first agent. The Sharpest tool in the shed said you have the rights to my brian n my bed, eat exposure, train, grow, no!, yes and them professors are gonna test you so they can have the rest of u. For Lovers, i have one song… so long to suffering and guilt all becoming recovered from bad news. Bearhugs, it’s just a generous gesture, that’s all it was ever meant to mean. I’m… i dunno i’ve seen some things and heard sum jawn but I’m here now. Reminiscing on how, wow, you can welcome yourself to me anytime, anyplace, anywhere in our sea of air, since we’re in yet anotha Dawning Of The Knowing. K.Dot… 

A great remembrance! Aw, yayyy. It’s not over until i say so so know i got a toon of time & energy. I ain’t done witchu, periodt. Please note that I understand my life to be double in a sense that simultaneously, it pans out to make sense. Now let me elaborate. My episodes are of a fortune teller. My penname is Magickal. But if my mind was all gone and I lost my senses to fail down a wrong path, the implosion of my Dream(s) would end my breathing melodious Tiiime. I’d exist in the connotations left behind in those who went on further, but sadly there’d be no beautiful existence of I. Which is why… alas! I am STILL aliiive. Miracle, lyrical, i prefer the story to sound like while i am a pretty goodgirl, i’d be nothing but The Anatomy Of A Ghost had it not been for the hosts of all my appearances. Every encounter be Messengers to my SoulSong. When my beautiful mind got out of the box, my ManyLoves always lifted me back in perfect place. Fitting together at once like a 3 dimensional virtual reality radio show named one four one nine two fiddy three four zero.

Thinking outside the confines of societal expectations is where Freedom rings. For me, anyways. Beware of trouble, that’s a level you undergo in the race to the finish line. I understand that nowadays, since I’ve passed flyingly/swimmingly with all of my colorful dances. This is about the Destination. Journeys are cool, some shoes are cute, but really what’s going on is that there is a Final Point one can/may reach at the starting line of Living in the power of the present, interdependently, In Love from every single angel, completely enjoying the best of us. Transparency was being truthful &  Visibility is the act of that. I can get down wit dat. Obviously, bc i invented it. Or am inventing, I should say, since the Bohdidarma taught that Knowledge is not in the books you binge, it’s in the walking experience. By this i mean, you can explore the AI all you want to obtain a master of reality status, but that ain’t a damn thang to what you really attain in the livelihood of being YourSelf on Earth. 

I’m a second generation Bohdidarma. I isn’t going to skewl! Lol. But i am in love with playing School. I have a serious medical condition wherein I laugh! It’s happening now! I blame it on the crazy Angels I’m lucky enuf to meet along the windy way. Some women can’t stop crying, but I have funny bones all over my healthy figure. Text is a thin media so you can’t really get tone, but I’ve got a feeling I am being well received being here now. How do I look? Am i doing okay? What kind of stunt am I to do when I look this good besides staying true to myself: nothing! Be gorgeous today and l8r. That’s how I wanna be when I get grown. Fragmented sentences aren’t grammatical errors, I’m an artist. Math classes were foreign languages to me. Literally Ds n Fs, dumbly dazey drawing numerology. So i discontinued higher education, I'm not a dropout, there’s a huge difference. It matters because I care tremendously about succeeding in my lifestyle. The only aspect of professionalism I’m fairly good at emulating the Absolute correct messages, witching right along winning wars on Luv. Yes battles had me lost and gone when mismatches weren’t vibrating at my same love or freakquency. Good thing there’s a ton of more positive vibrations for today, aokay, and the rest of eternity, Mrs. Fraternity (Of Excellence).

I steal pieces of other people’s hearts and recreate into my own.

When i was a bachelorette, folks delivered roses to me. Now i wanna return the flavors. For the sake of spreading love, evermore. My main mission, homie squeeze. It’s like i see content and get excited about it fueling my love of life. I can slow down. I can do that. Fasting metabolism, fast runner, fast at work, my pacing is quick like a New Yorker. Too much around these parts tho… that’s why i moved out West. To expand my open mind. And feel the aesthetic. Australian, I do not lie about my age but I look like my ancestors could be from the land down under. It’s that hair! My hair is every color, Auburn- means dirty blonde brunette with a tint of ginger. I speak my truth and am rewarded by the warm greetings of those who it resonates in. That’s how to bridge Real Love. 

Love is recreation / re-creation. I remember I shared that with my boyfriend immediately, so to make damn sure he wasn’t utilizing my objectively ideal body (which fit upon his ever so lovingly) & to illustrate that we’re getting each other right. Recreationally, I’m doing this for fun, just so u kno. He loved that line in a song. I’m not just a notch on your bedpost, I’m Polyamourous. 

(Ha~Ha MWAHAHA)

We’re single. Can i get a double actually im ravenous. My fatass personality is active & my skinny personality is active as well. Dormant is disorder. I had humor to cure me. The best medicine is laughter - not a soul around could be found on disagreement there. I like the way you do that right thurr right thurr swing your hips when your walking let down your hair! Her brand of culinary artistry isn’t a fry cook from the fuckin ozarks, She is JadeMadeFlave! This soup kitchen rules. My kitchen table at the homeless shelter rules. Luv me sum country grub from the club, them rice n beans n greens with the shards of glass in the chards. The funniest narrative i keep is the power of protecting forever the endearing memories of my past incarnations.

“What in tarnation is this carnation?!”

-Cowgirl at a flower show.

Alrightmates. It is about 11:11 on the oven clock. If it’s eleven eleven and you shriek, “Make A Wish!” and five minutes later you are still alive, my wish came true 🙂.

Well, my wish certainly came to fruition. On scales minor and major, fortunately. “When my crappy balloon pops on you, make a wish”; I actually really liked that line in a song he invented, as an entrepreneur with me. We had a script for our old job as buskers of a balloon business, and while he maddened me beyond infinity there, I never lost touch with my Love of the Game. That’s what my OG college professor at Universe University instilled upon me, after hours behind the scenes. I was blind as a bat but my echolocation KNOWS she feels it still. We hear it still. Listen, whoa oh oooohh, listen to my Favorite Band because they carry the notes of my Life Story. You can join the commune if it is good so good thing mine was pretty damn quite alright. I fished my wish, too, witchu. My boo is (timelessly) a suitable name since he’s on holy ghost mode, as we write a chapter on Twin Flames, etc. My agent needs an eras tour on me doing this, and i am all ok.

Again, we shall meet. My feet can smell this fact from eons away. Our mental health is idyllic, our flesh molds are in unison, and the manners in which we desire to share reality are the same. This is! Real Love. We’ll hike, bike, never fight, it will be alright and u better beeeliefs we’ll be singing our tracks. From the guy who knew how to play me to a pretty tune. That’s you too, my booh. Blending a Love Story across galaxies to become One. Super smart and the brightest crayon in the box, including the crayons all over the floor too. And on the desk next to the colored pencils. Wear a flower in your hair because the revolution will be televised. From Screentine. If you really knew me, you’d know I think I’m “Christlike”. Call me ;)

So, I’m gonna make it juicy for ya. I’m nutty and hungrey let’s do brunch - avocado toast. And Another facet of it was ‘food is medicine’ and that is true to some degree too, so get your essentials, nutrients, supplemental good dosing of Loves. Fruit in and out like trout. <3 …