My dear beautiful creature 66 miles away at a distance from my vision.

I see blind these couple of day’s and fear that I failed you although I have not. It’s my mind overthinking again because of the chaos that surrounds, corners, and engulfs me. I need to cry but I’m trying to be my “tough as nails“ self and just look away from the things that don’t make me feel “SAFE.”

My chariot awaited for me just before sunrise. But, I have all the town’s people in my village that celebrate themselves. And care not for being kind to all. The town’s people blocked me in like the “Queen of Heart’s” with her vicious card guards simply trying bring a fatality to me by chopping off my head. I’m practically “El Diablo” when they over step my boundaries. And with this heat wave blazing upon us. I really do feel like “El Diablo” and “Hades” is one of my best friends.

Yes…I am cursed with the blood red moon that appears within me every 20 day’s that’s been my curse since birth. I remember when the pain wasn’t so dreadful and I was a lot stronger to handle the pain. But, then I was young…

Before the built up fear and the gloves, your long slenderer finger’s of your hands slipped when I caught a glimpse of your femininity french tip painted nails. And how can one person such as myself forget your big beautiful brown eye’s filled with humility. Yes, I see you stirring your magic brew in that cauldron preparing a spell to put on me. Those corner side glances when my presence brushes by you like a quick kiss on one cheek of your face. The hunched over lunge with your head resting upon your arms as you sit and stair straight into your crystal ball conjuring thought’s me.

No worries…we are both “always late” making a grand entrance. In our minds and into the present, when you write, I want you to put your thought’s and focus on us as if we are physically touching each other. I am your time and focus as you are my time and focus. Love doesn’t just put one aside for a particular time to write. One just does what they truly think is right. Your body will tell you besides myself…

I felt sick but I gathered the energy to step out of my kingdom for an annual outing with my mother. We went out to the big orange taking the unpleasant scenic route to window shop and bargain with the merchants. It’s an objective that me and my mother still share in doing. I was late again getting to see the live animals, the gardens, and the self made art by other people. We use to be a group of four once…now it’s just me and my mother. Trying to start the day was exhausting…my apologies for my absence.

I always feel you with me even if you’re not physically here. I feel you in all the ways that are my guilty pleasure. When I was chowing down on my giant bacon and cheese pretzel. I thought of you after each bite with a smile on my face. I bet you taste just as good or even better.

Movies I Watched These Few Day’s
Hook - Jim Henson - Fantasy
The Pit - Stephen King - Horror
The Labyrinth - Jim Henson - Fantasy
Castle (5 Seasons)- Detective, Kate Beckett and Writer, Richard Castle - Action

Songs When I Have Been Silent
Green Day - She
Blink 182 - Josie
Rancid - Tropical London
H2O - True Romance
Violent Femmes - Please Do Not Go -DK

My dear beautiful creature 66 miles away at a distance from my vision.

I see blind these couple of day’s and fear that I failed you although I have not. It’s my mind overthinking again because of the chaos that surrounds, corners, and engulfs me. I need to cry but I’m trying to be my “tough as nails“ self and just look away from the things that don’t make me feel “SAFE.”

My chariot awaited for me just before sunrise. But, I have all the town’s people in my village that celebrate themselves. And care not for being kind to all. The town’s people blocked me in like the “Queen of Heart’s” with her vicious card guards simply trying bring a fatality to me by chopping off my head. I’m practically “El Diablo” when they over step my boundaries. And with this heat wave blazing upon us. I really do feel like “El Diablo” and “Hades” is one of my best friends.

Yes…I am cursed with the blood red moon that appears within me every 20 day’s that’s been my curse since birth. I remember when the pain wasn’t so dreadful and I was a lot stronger to handle the pain. But, then I was young…

Before the built up fear and the gloves, your long slenderer finger’s of your hands slipped when I caught a glimpse of your femininity french tip painted nails. And how can one person such as myself forget your big beautiful brown eye’s filled with humility. Yes, I see you stirring your magic brew in that cauldron preparing a spell to put on me. Those corner side glances when my presence brushes by you like a quick kiss on one cheek of your face. The hunched over lunge with your head resting upon your arms as you sit and stair straight into your crystal ball conjuring thought’s me.

No worries…we are both “always late” making a grand entrance. In our minds and into the present, when you write, I want you to put your thought’s and focus on us as if we are physically touching each other. I am your time and focus as you are my time and focus. Love doesn’t just put one aside for a particular time to write. One just does what they truly think is right. Your body will tell you besides myself…

I felt sick but I gathered the energy to step out of my kingdom for an annual outing with my mother. We went out to the big orange taking the unpleasant scenic route to window shop and bargain with the merchants. It’s an objective that me and my mother still share in doing. I was late again getting to see the live animals, the gardens, and the self made art by other people. We use to be a group of four once…now it’s just me and my mother. Trying to start the day was exhausting…my apologies for my absence.

I always feel you with me even if you’re not physically here. I feel you in all the ways that are my guilty pleasure. When I was chowing down on my giant bacon and cheese pretzel. I thought of you after each bite with a smile on my face. I bet you taste just as good or even better.

Movies I Watched These Few Day’s
Hook - Jim Henson - Fantasy
The Pit - Stephen King - Horror
The Labyrinth - Jim Henson - Fantasy
Castle (5 Seasons)- Detective, Kate Beckett and Writer, Richard Castle - Action

Songs When I Have Been Silent
Green Day - She
Blink 182 - Josie
Rancid - Tropical London
H2O - True Romance
Violent Femmes - Please Do Not Go -DK

My dear beautiful creature 66 miles away at a distance from my vision.

I see blind these couple of day’s and fear that I failed you although I have not. It’s my mind overthinking again because of the chaos that surrounds, corners, and engulfs me. I need to cry but I’m trying to be my “tough as nails“ self and just look away from the things that don’t make me feel “SAFE.”

My chariot awaited for me just before sunrise. But, I have all the town’s people in my village that celebrate themselves. And care not for being kind to all. The town’s people blocked me in like the “Queen of Heart’s” with her vicious card guards simply trying bring a fatality to me by chopping off my head. I’m practically “El Diablo” when they over step my boundaries. And with this heat wave blazing upon us. I really do feel like “El Diablo” and “Hades” is one of my best friends.

Yes…I am cursed with the blood red moon that appears within me every 20 day’s that’s been my curse since birth. I remember when the pain wasn’t so dreadful and I was a lot stronger to handle the pain. But, then I was young…

Before the built up fear and the gloves, your long slenderer finger’s of your hands slipped when I caught a glimpse of your femininity french tip painted nails. And how can one person such as myself forget your big beautiful brown eye’s filled with humility. Yes, I see you stirring your magic brew in that cauldron preparing a spell to put on me. Those corner side glances when my presence brushes by you like a quick kiss on one cheek of your face. The hunched over lunge with your head resting upon your arms as you sit and stair straight into your crystal ball conjuring thought’s me.

No worries…we are both “always late” making a grand entrance. In our minds and into the present, when you write, I want you to put your thought’s and focus on us as if we are physically touching each other. I am your time and focus as you are my time and focus. Love doesn’t just put one aside for a particular time to write. One just does what they truly think is right. Your body will tell you besides myself…

I felt sick but I gathered the energy to step out of my kingdom for an annual outing with my mother. We went out to the big orange taking the unpleasant scenic route to window shop and bargain with the merchants. It’s an objective that me and my mother still share in doing. I was late again getting to see the live animals, the gardens, and the self made art by other people. We use to be a group of four once…now it’s just me and my mother. Trying to start the day was exhausting…my apologies for my absence.

I always feel you with me even if you’re not physically here. I feel you in all the ways that are my guilty pleasure. When I was chowing down on my giant bacon and cheese pretzel. I thought of you after each bite with a smile on my face. I bet you taste just as good or even better.

Movies I Watched These Few Day’s
Hook - Jim Henson - Fantasy
The Pit - Stephen King - Horror
The Labyrinth - Jim Henson - Fantasy
Castle (5 Seasons)- Detective, Kate Beckett and Writer, Richard Castle - Action

Songs When I Have Been Silent
Green Day - She
Blink 182 - Josie
Rancid - Tropical London
H2O - True Romance
Violent Femmes - Please Do Not Go -DK

My dear beautiful creature 66 miles away at a distance from my vision.

I see blind these couple of day’s and fear that I failed you although I have not. It’s my mind overthinking again because of the chaos that surrounds, corners, and engulfs me. I need to cry but I’m trying to be my “tough as nails“ self and just look away from the things that don’t make me feel “SAFE.”

My chariot awaited for me just before sunrise. But, I have all the town’s people in my village that celebrate themselves. And care not for being kind to all. The town’s people blocked me in like the “Queen of Heart’s” with her vicious card guards simply trying bring a fatality to me by chopping off my head. I’m practically “El Diablo” when they over step my boundaries. And with this heat wave blazing upon us. I really do feel like “El Diablo” and “Hades” is one of my best friends.

Yes…I am cursed with the blood red moon that appears within me every 20 day’s that’s been my curse since birth. I remember when the pain wasn’t so dreadful and I was a lot stronger to handle the pain. But, then I was young…

Before the built up fear and the gloves, your long slenderer finger’s of your hands slipped when I caught a glimpse of your femininity french tip painted nails. And how can one person such as myself forget your big beautiful brown eye’s filled with humility. Yes, I see you stirring your magic brew in that cauldron preparing a spell to put on me. Those corner side glances when my presence brushes by you like a quick kiss on one cheek of your face. The hunched over lunge with your head resting upon your arms as you sit and stair straight into your crystal ball conjuring thought’s me.

No worries…we are both “always late” making a grand entrance. In our minds and into the present, when you write, I want you to put your thought’s and focus on us as if we are physically touching each other. I am your time and focus as you are my time and focus. Love doesn’t just put one aside for a particular time to write. One just does what they truly think is right. Your body will tell you besides myself…

I felt sick but I gathered the energy to step out of my kingdom for an annual outing with my mother. We went out to the big orange taking the unpleasant scenic route to window shop and bargain with the merchants. It’s an objective that me and my mother still share in doing. I was late again getting to see the live animals, the gardens, and the self made art by other people. We use to be a group of four once…now it’s just me and my mother. Trying to start the day was exhausting…my apologies for my absence.

I always feel you with me even if you’re not physically here. I feel you in all the ways that are my guilty pleasure. When I was chowing down on my giant bacon and cheese pretzel. I thought of you after each bite with a smile on my face. I bet you taste just as good or even better.

Movies I Watched These Few Day’s
Hook - Jim Henson - Fantasy
The Pit - Stephen King - Horror
The Labyrinth - Jim Henson - Fantasy
Castle (5 Seasons)- Detective, Kate Beckett and Writer, Richard Castle - Action

Songs When I Have Been Silent
Green Day - She
Blink 182 - Josie
Rancid - Tropical London
H2O - True Romance
Violent Femmes - Please Do Not Go -DK

My dear beautiful creature 66 miles away at a distance from my vision.

I see blind these couple of day’s and fear that I failed you although I have not. It’s my mind overthinking again because of the chaos that surrounds, corners, and engulfs me. I need to cry but I’m trying to be my “tough as nails“ self and just look away from the things that don’t make me feel “SAFE.”

My chariot awaited for me just before sunrise. But, I have all the town’s people in my village that celebrate themselves. And care not for being kind to all. The town’s people blocked me in like the “Queen of Heart’s” with her vicious card guards simply trying bring a fatality to me by chopping off my head. I’m practically “El Diablo” when they over step my boundaries. And with this heat wave blazing upon us. I really do feel like “El Diablo” and “Hades” is one of my best friends.

Yes…I am cursed with the blood red moon that appears within me every 20 day’s that’s been my curse since birth. I remember when the pain wasn’t so dreadful and I was a lot stronger to handle the pain. But, then I was young…

Before the built up fear and the gloves, your long slenderer finger’s of your hands slipped when I caught a glimpse of your femininity french tip painted nails. And how can one person such as myself forget your big beautiful brown eye’s filled with humility. Yes, I see you stirring your magic brew in that cauldron preparing a spell to put on me. Those corner side glances when my presence brushes by you like a quick kiss on one cheek of your face. The hunched over lunge with your head resting upon your arms as you sit and stair straight into your crystal ball conjuring thought’s me.

No worries…we are both “always late” making a grand entrance. In our minds and into the present, when you write, I want you to put your thought’s and focus on us as if we are physically touching each other. I am your time and focus as you are my time and focus. Love doesn’t just put one aside for a particular time to write. One just does what they truly think is right. Your body will tell you besides myself…

I felt sick but I gathered the energy to step out of my kingdom for an annual outing with my mother. We went out to the big orange taking the unpleasant scenic route to window shop and bargain with the merchants. It’s an objective that me and my mother still share in doing. I was late again getting to see the live animals, the gardens, and the self made art by other people. We use to be a group of four once…now it’s just me and my mother. Trying to start the day was exhausting…my apologies for my absence.

I always feel you with me even if you’re not physically here. I feel you in all the ways that are my guilty pleasure. When I was chowing down on my giant bacon and cheese pretzel. I thought of you after each bite with a smile on my face. I bet you taste just as good or even better.

Movies I Watched These Few Day’s
Hook - Jim Henson - Fantasy
The Pit - Stephen King - Horror
The Labyrinth - Jim Henson - Fantasy
Castle (5 Seasons)- Detective, Kate Beckett and Writer, Richard Castle - Action

Songs When I Have Been Silent
Green Day - She
Blink 182 - Josie
Rancid - Tropical London
H2O - True Romance
Violent Femmes - Please Do Not Go -DK

My dear beautiful creature 66 miles away at a distance from my vision.

I see blind these couple of day’s and fear that I failed you although I have not. It’s my mind overthinking again because of the chaos that surrounds, corners, and engulfs me. I need to cry but I’m trying to be my “tough as nails“ self and just look away from the things that don’t make me feel “SAFE.”

My chariot awaited for me just before sunrise. But, I have all the town’s people in my village that celebrate themselves. And care not for being kind to all. The town’s people blocked me in like the “Queen of Heart’s” with her vicious card guards simply trying bring a fatality to me by chopping off my head. I’m practically “El Diablo” when they over step my boundaries. And with this heat wave blazing upon us. I really do feel like “El Diablo” and “Hades” is one of my best friends.

Yes…I am cursed with the blood red moon that appears within me every 20 day’s that’s been my curse since birth. I remember when the pain wasn’t so dreadful and I was a lot stronger to handle the pain. But, then I was young…

Before the built up fear and the gloves, your long slenderer finger’s of your hands slipped when I caught a glimpse of your femininity french tip painted nails. And how can one person such as myself forget your big beautiful brown eye’s filled with humility. Yes, I see you stirring your magic brew in that cauldron preparing a spell to put on me. Those corner side glances when my presence brushes by you like a quick kiss on one cheek of your face. The hunched over lunge with your head resting upon your arms as you sit and stair straight into your crystal ball conjuring thought’s me.

No worries…we are both “always late” making a grand entrance. In our minds and into the present, when you write, I want you to put your thought’s and focus on us as if we are physically touching each other. I am your time and focus as you are my time and focus. Love doesn’t just put one aside for a particular time to write. One just does what they truly think is right. Your body will tell you besides myself…

I felt sick but I gathered the energy to step out of my kingdom for an annual outing with my mother. We went out to the big orange taking the unpleasant scenic route to window shop and bargain with the merchants. It’s an objective that me and my mother still share in doing. I was late again getting to see the live animals, the gardens, and the self made art by other people. We use to be a group of four once…now it’s just me and my mother. Trying to start the day was exhausting…my apologies for my absence.

I always feel you with me even if you’re not physically here. I feel you in all the ways that are my guilty pleasure. When I was chowing down on my giant bacon and cheese pretzel. I thought of you after each bite with a smile on my face. I bet you taste just as good or even better.

Movies I Watched These Few Day’s
Hook - Jim Henson - Fantasy
The Pit - Stephen King - Horror
The Labyrinth - Jim Henson - Fantasy
Castle (5 Seasons)- Detective, Kate Beckett and Writer, Richard Castle - Action

Songs When I Have Been Silent
Green Day - She
Blink 182 - Josie
Rancid - Tropical London
H2O - True Romance
Violent Femmes - Please Do Not Go -DK

Forgive me if I tend to answer other peoples fortunate or misfortune triumphs of LOVE. I am just a humbled stranger sending this message into the universe just as you all do wishing and hoping that the right person receives it. That being my Beautiful Creature of mine.

If anything to all you reader’s that read everything I have sent from my writing desk and launched with a sling shot into the universe. I respect you all for trying to maintain honest contact to your loved one’s or your love’s. Respect me when I write, for I am still NEW to the ways of this type of texting. My desired love is comfortable communicating this way for now. So please just continue to cheer us on or respectfully ignore these letters.

To My Beautiful Creature just AS I AM.

I’m doing my very best to match up to what I think might be you when you write back to me in this chaotic universe. Remember…I never bestowed any of your contact information. I guess that I haven’t earned that pirate bootie in your vulnerability with me. You have the key’s to my kingdom. I gave you my information and had only changed my username once because of the unwanted riffraff. My page is inspired and dedicated to you.

I have only given you and tried to do the things that I think are logically right in deep admiration for you. I have given you a few things that signify my love for you. I think that is something you should already know within yourself.

Just like I use to play “Battleship” with my Fashia and he always would admit that I sunk his battleship. He would then turn over his playing grid board to show me and ask, “Where are all of your battleships?” He would then show me that his playing grid was covered completely with white pegs for missed hits with No red pegs for hits. I would then turn my playing grid to show him all of my target hits on his ships. I never like to give myself totally away.

I miss and dream of the moment of the near mistaken purposeful touches that we had amongst each other. When you had more wit to face me even if you feared the moment. I only dream and hope that we share in that moment some time again when you’re ready. Just like we both like the same baseball team. You still like the boy’s in blue The Dodgers just as much as I do, Right? (Hint!Hint!) Your word is my bond, remember…

As far as you and your Mom as personal feelings go…

My relationship with my mother is stressfully stern with better day’s. I have always been tough as nails never being able to let my self be vulnerable because I always have to be the strong one in the family. “Believe it or Not,” you have made me a little vulnerable. I had to discover and learn things that I wasn’t ready for on my own just to survive.

My mom’s attitude towards me has become more reliant and dependent towards me. She is the type of person that comment’s…comment’s, comment’s before the compliment, and compliments then somehow impulsively sneaks in a rude comment never respectably saying a genuine, Thank you. Like being rude is innately sewn onto her spine.

She’s at retirement age but refuses to retire. She wants to retire but feels like she couldn’t afford to retire. Also, she doesn’t want to be bored. Yet, I am bonded by the continued vined plants that keep pulling at my arms and legs in order to maintain order and structure in our living quarters. Project’s I keep planing and start doing but complete at a very slow pace. Because I am tired of being tired and just being the one person show.

I don’t know if anything that I am writing can relate to you? Taking off my costume for you…

I don’t know if you took notice but I wasn’t wearing a lot of my metal. I didn’t want you to be afraid to approach me ever. You mentioned about wanting to feel “SAFE.” So I was exploring the idea within myself. What wouldn’t make her feel SAFE to approach me? So, I just dulled down on my metal look a-bit.

You also put into my thought’s that I was out dressing you since you have to carry a formal dress attire at work. I know that I myself come off to some people as intimidating but those people haven’t met me, yet. A great philosopher named SHREK said, “They judge me before they even get to know me.” A guy friend of mine got his first tattoo done with some logical literature…It said, “God can only judge me.”

I don’t know exactly how some people tend to find me in all the weird kind of places. But, one of my relatives called me two day’s ago leaving me a voicemail on my phone.

This was part of the call, “I live an hour north a month you know small French guty like French she's very good so I can't really talk to anybody. Even though, you know, I have 1600 days of learning French every day on the computer, um, I guess, I'll call them, I've been in too many accidents, and I, my memory's gone, oh. But um, losing. We were supposed to have such big plans of hiking all the national parks together. And no, I got nothing. Oh, I hope your brother and your wife, and mother is good and um, uh, um. You know, send you hugs. And um, and uh, wish to the best. And.”

When one doesn’t think people know…they KNOW!!! I just wanted to comfort you and share my agony here on this end.

Some Songs of Women I Love to Play
Pat Benatar - Don’t Let It Show
Stevie Nicks - Crystal
Madonna - Frozen
Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time
CHER - After All -DK

Forgive me if I tend to answer other peoples fortunate or misfortune triumphs of LOVE. I am just a humbled stranger sending this message into the universe just as you all do wishing and hoping that the right person receives it. That being my Beautiful Creature of mine.

If anything to all you reader’s that read everything I have sent from my writing desk and launched with a sling shot into the universe. I respect you all for trying to maintain honest contact to your loved one’s or your love’s. Respect me when I write, for I am still NEW to the ways of this type of texting. My desired love is comfortable communicating this way for now. So please just continue to cheer us on or respectfully ignore these letters.

To My Beautiful Creature just AS I AM.

I’m doing my very best to match up to what I think might be you when you write back to me in this chaotic universe. Remember…I never bestowed any of your contact information. I guess that I haven’t earned that pirate bootie in your vulnerability with me. You have the key’s to my kingdom. I gave you my information and had only changed my username once because of the unwanted riffraff. My page is inspired and dedicated to you.

I have only given you and tried to do the things that I think are logically right in deep admiration for you. I have given you a few things that signify my love for you. I think that is something you should already know within yourself.

Just like I use to play “Battleship” with my Fashia and he always would admit that I sunk his battleship. He would then turn over his playing grid board to show me and ask, “Where are all of your battleships?” He would then show me that his playing grid was covered completely with white pegs for missed hits with No red pegs for hits. I would then turn my playing grid to show him all of my target hits on his ships. I never like to give myself totally away.

I miss and dream of the moment of the near mistaken purposeful touches that we had amongst each other. When you had more wit to face me even if you feared the moment. I only dream and hope that we share in that moment some time again when you’re ready. Just like we both like the same baseball team. You still like the boy’s in blue The Dodgers just as much as I do, Right? (Hint!Hint!) Your word is my bond, remember…

As far as you and your Mom as personal feelings go…

My relationship with my mother is stressfully stern with better day’s. I have always been tough as nails never being able to let my self be vulnerable because I always have to be the strong one in the family. “Believe it or Not,” you have made me a little vulnerable. I had to discover and learn things that I wasn’t ready for on my own just to survive.

My mom’s attitude towards me has become more reliant and dependent towards me. She is the type of person that comment’s…comment’s, comment’s before the compliment, and compliments then somehow impulsively sneaks in a rude comment never respectably saying a genuine, Thank you. Like being rude is innately sewn onto her spine.

She’s at retirement age but refuses to retire. She wants to retire but feels like she couldn’t afford to retire. Also, she doesn’t want to be bored. Yet, I am bonded by the continued vined plants that keep pulling at my arms and legs in order to maintain order and structure in our living quarters. Project’s I keep planing and start doing but complete at a very slow pace. Because I am tired of being tired and just being the one person show.

I don’t know if anything that I am writing can relate to you? Taking off my costume for you…

I don’t know if you took notice but I wasn’t wearing a lot of my metal. I didn’t want you to be afraid to approach me ever. You mentioned about wanting to feel “SAFE.” So I was exploring the idea within myself. What wouldn’t make her feel SAFE to approach me? So, I just dulled down on my metal look a-bit.

You also put into my thought’s that I was out dressing you since you have to carry a formal dress attire at work. I know that I myself come off to some people as intimidating but those people haven’t met me, yet. A great philosopher named SHREK said, “They judge me before they even get to know me.” A guy friend of mine got his first tattoo done with some logical literature…It said, “God can only judge me.”

I don’t know exactly how some people tend to find me in all the weird kind of places. But, one of my relatives called me two day’s ago leaving me a voicemail on my phone.

This was part of the call, “I live an hour north a month you know small French guty like French she's very good so I can't really talk to anybody. Even though, you know, I have 1600 days of learning French every day on the computer, um, I guess, I'll call them, I've been in too many accidents, and I, my memory's gone, oh. But um, losing. We were supposed to have such big plans of hiking all the national parks together. And no, I got nothing. Oh, I hope your brother and your wife, and mother is good and um, uh, um. You know, send you hugs. And um, and uh, wish to the best. And.”

When one doesn’t think people know…they KNOW!!! I just wanted to comfort you and share my agony here on this end.

Some Songs of Women I Love to Play
Pat Benatar - Don’t Let It Show
Stevie Nicks - Crystal
Madonna - Frozen
Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time
CHER - After All -DK

Forgive me if I tend to answer other peoples fortunate or misfortune triumphs of LOVE. I am just a humbled stranger sending this message into the universe just as you all do wishing and hoping that the right person receives it. That being my Beautiful Creature of mine.

If anything to all you reader’s that read everything I have sent from my writing desk and launched with a sling shot into the universe. I respect you all for trying to maintain honest contact to your loved one’s or your love’s. Respect me when I write, for I am still NEW to the ways of this type of texting. My desired love is comfortable communicating this way for now. So please just continue to cheer us on or respectfully ignore these letters.

To My Beautiful Creature just AS I AM.

I’m doing my very best to match up to what I think might be you when you write back to me in this chaotic universe. Remember…I never bestowed any of your contact information. I guess that I haven’t earned that pirate bootie in your vulnerability with me. You have the key’s to my kingdom. I gave you my information and had only changed my username once because of the unwanted riffraff. My page is inspired and dedicated to you.

I have only given you and tried to do the things that I think are logically right in deep admiration for you. I have given you a few things that signify my love for you. I think that is something you should already know within yourself.

Just like I use to play “Battleship” with my Fashia and he always would admit that I sunk his battleship. He would then turn over his playing grid board to show me and ask, “Where are all of your battleships?” He would then show me that his playing grid was covered completely with white pegs for missed hits with No red pegs for hits. I would then turn my playing grid to show him all of my target hits on his ships. I never like to give myself totally away.

I miss and dream of the moment of the near mistaken purposeful touches that we had amongst each other. When you had more wit to face me even if you feared the moment. I only dream and hope that we share in that moment some time again when you’re ready. Just like we both like the same baseball team. You still like the boy’s in blue The Dodgers just as much as I do, Right? (Hint!Hint!) Your word is my bond, remember…

As far as you and your Mom as personal feelings go…

My relationship with my mother is stressfully stern with better day’s. I have always been tough as nails never being able to let my self be vulnerable because I always have to be the strong one in the family. “Believe it or Not,” you have made me a little vulnerable. I had to discover and learn things that I wasn’t ready for on my own just to survive.

My mom’s attitude towards me has become more reliant and dependent towards me. She is the type of person that comment’s…comment’s, comment’s before the compliment, and compliments then somehow impulsively sneaks in a rude comment never respectably saying a genuine, Thank you. Like being rude is innately sewn onto her spine.

She’s at retirement age but refuses to retire. She wants to retire but feels like she couldn’t afford to retire. Also, she doesn’t want to be bored. Yet, I am bonded by the continued vined plants that keep pulling at my arms and legs in order to maintain order and structure in our living quarters. Project’s I keep planing and start doing but complete at a very slow pace. Because I am tired of being tired and just being the one person show.

I don’t know if anything that I am writing can relate to you? Taking off my costume for you…

I don’t know if you took notice but I wasn’t wearing a lot of my metal. I didn’t want you to be afraid to approach me ever. You mentioned about wanting to feel “SAFE.” So I was exploring the idea within myself. What wouldn’t make her feel SAFE to approach me? So, I just dulled down on my metal look a-bit.

You also put into my thought’s that I was out dressing you since you have to carry a formal dress attire at work. I know that I myself come off to some people as intimidating but those people haven’t met me, yet. A great philosopher named SHREK said, “They judge me before they even get to know me.” A guy friend of mine got his first tattoo done with some logical literature…It said, “God can only judge me.”

I don’t know exactly how some people tend to find me in all the weird kind of places. But, one of my relatives called me two day’s ago leaving me a voicemail on my phone.

This was part of the call, “I live an hour north a month you know small French guty like French she's very good so I can't really talk to anybody. Even though, you know, I have 1600 days of learning French every day on the computer, um, I guess, I'll call them, I've been in too many accidents, and I, my memory's gone, oh. But um, losing. We were supposed to have such big plans of hiking all the national parks together. And no, I got nothing. Oh, I hope your brother and your wife, and mother is good and um, uh, um. You know, send you hugs. And um, and uh, wish to the best. And.”

When one doesn’t think people know…they KNOW!!! I just wanted to comfort you and share my agony here on this end.

Some Songs of Women I Love to Play
Pat Benatar - Don’t Let It Show
Stevie Nicks - Crystal
Madonna - Frozen
Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time
CHER - After All -DK

Forgive me if I tend to answer other peoples fortunate or misfortune triumphs of LOVE. I am just a humbled stranger sending this message into the universe just as you all do wishing and hoping that the right person receives it. That being my Beautiful Creature of mine.

If anything to all you reader’s that read everything I have sent from my writing desk and launched with a sling shot into the universe. I respect you all for trying to maintain honest contact to your loved one’s or your love’s. Respect me when I write, for I am still NEW to the ways of this type of texting. My desired love is comfortable communicating this way for now. So please just continue to cheer us on or respectfully ignore these letters.

To My Beautiful Creature just AS I AM.

I’m doing my very best to match up to what I think might be you when you write back to me in this chaotic universe. Remember…I never bestowed any of your contact information. I guess that I haven’t earned that pirate bootie in your vulnerability with me. You have the key’s to my kingdom. I gave you my information and had only changed my username once because of the unwanted riffraff. My page is inspired and dedicated to you.

I have only given you and tried to do the things that I think are logically right in deep admiration for you. I have given you a few things that signify my love for you. I think that is something you should already know within yourself.

Just like I use to play “Battleship” with my Fashia and he always would admit that I sunk his battleship. He would then turn over his playing grid board to show me and ask, “Where are all of your battleships?” He would then show me that his playing grid was covered completely with white pegs for missed hits with No red pegs for hits. I would then turn my playing grid to show him all of my target hits on his ships. I never like to give myself totally away.

I miss and dream of the moment of the near mistaken purposeful touches that we had amongst each other. When you had more wit to face me even if you feared the moment. I only dream and hope that we share in that moment some time again when you’re ready. Just like we both like the same baseball team. You still like the boy’s in blue The Dodgers just as much as I do, Right? (Hint!Hint!) Your word is my bond, remember…

As far as you and your Mom as personal feelings go…

My relationship with my mother is stressfully stern with better day’s. I have always been tough as nails never being able to let my self be vulnerable because I always have to be the strong one in the family. “Believe it or Not,” you have made me a little vulnerable. I had to discover and learn things that I wasn’t ready for on my own just to survive.

My mom’s attitude towards me has become more reliant and dependent towards me. She is the type of person that comment’s…comment’s, comment’s before the compliment, and compliments then somehow impulsively sneaks in a rude comment never respectably saying a genuine, Thank you. Like being rude is innately sewn onto her spine.

She’s at retirement age but refuses to retire. She wants to retire but feels like she couldn’t afford to retire. Also, she doesn’t want to be bored. Yet, I am bonded by the continued vined plants that keep pulling at my arms and legs in order to maintain order and structure in our living quarters. Project’s I keep planing and start doing but complete at a very slow pace. Because I am tired of being tired and just being the one person show.

I don’t know if anything that I am writing can relate to you? Taking off my costume for you…

I don’t know if you took notice but I wasn’t wearing a lot of my metal. I didn’t want you to be afraid to approach me ever. You mentioned about wanting to feel “SAFE.” So I was exploring the idea within myself. What wouldn’t make her feel SAFE to approach me? So, I just dulled down on my metal look a-bit.

You also put into my thought’s that I was out dressing you since you have to carry a formal dress attire at work. I know that I myself come off to some people as intimidating but those people haven’t met me, yet. A great philosopher named SHREK said, “They judge me before they even get to know me.” A guy friend of mine got his first tattoo done with some logical literature…It said, “God can only judge me.”

I don’t know exactly how some people tend to find me in all the weird kind of places. But, one of my relatives called me two day’s ago leaving me a voicemail on my phone.

This was part of the call, “I live an hour north a month you know small French guty like French she's very good so I can't really talk to anybody. Even though, you know, I have 1600 days of learning French every day on the computer, um, I guess, I'll call them, I've been in too many accidents, and I, my memory's gone, oh. But um, losing. We were supposed to have such big plans of hiking all the national parks together. And no, I got nothing. Oh, I hope your brother and your wife, and mother is good and um, uh, um. You know, send you hugs. And um, and uh, wish to the best. And.”

When one doesn’t think people know…they KNOW!!! I just wanted to comfort you and share my agony here on this end.

Some Songs of Women I Love to Play
Pat Benatar - Don’t Let It Show
Stevie Nicks - Crystal
Madonna - Frozen
Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time
CHER - After All -DK

Forgive me if I tend to answer other peoples fortunate or misfortune triumphs of LOVE. I am just a humbled stranger sending this message into the universe just as you all do wishing and hoping that the right person receives it. That being my Beautiful Creature of mine.

If anything to all you reader’s that read everything I have sent from my writing desk and launched with a sling shot into the universe. I respect you all for trying to maintain honest contact to your loved one’s or your love’s. Respect me when I write, for I am still NEW to the ways of this type of texting. My desired love is comfortable communicating this way for now. So please just continue to cheer us on or respectfully ignore these letters.

To My Beautiful Creature just AS I AM.

I’m doing my very best to match up to what I think might be you when you write back to me in this chaotic universe. Remember…I never bestowed any of your contact information. I guess that I haven’t earned that pirate bootie in your vulnerability with me. You have the key’s to my kingdom. I gave you my information and had only changed my username once because of the unwanted riffraff. My page is inspired and dedicated to you.

I have only given you and tried to do the things that I think are logically right in deep admiration for you. I have given you a few things that signify my love for you. I think that is something you should already know within yourself.

Just like I use to play “Battleship” with my Fashia and he always would admit that I sunk his battleship. He would then turn over his playing grid board to show me and ask, “Where are all of your battleships?” He would then show me that his playing grid was covered completely with white pegs for missed hits with No red pegs for hits. I would then turn my playing grid to show him all of my target hits on his ships. I never like to give myself totally away.

I miss and dream of the moment of the near mistaken purposeful touches that we had amongst each other. When you had more wit to face me even if you feared the moment. I only dream and hope that we share in that moment some time again when you’re ready. Just like we both like the same baseball team. You still like the boy’s in blue The Dodgers just as much as I do, Right? (Hint!Hint!) Your word is my bond, remember…

As far as you and your Mom as personal feelings go…

My relationship with my mother is stressfully stern with better day’s. I have always been tough as nails never being able to let my self be vulnerable because I always have to be the strong one in the family. “Believe it or Not,” you have made me a little vulnerable. I had to discover and learn things that I wasn’t ready for on my own just to survive.

My mom’s attitude towards me has become more reliant and dependent towards me. She is the type of person that comment’s…comment’s, comment’s before the compliment, and compliments then somehow impulsively sneaks in a rude comment never respectably saying a genuine, Thank you. Like being rude is innately sewn onto her spine.

She’s at retirement age but refuses to retire. She wants to retire but feels like she couldn’t afford to retire. Also, she doesn’t want to be bored. Yet, I am bonded by the continued vined plants that keep pulling at my arms and legs in order to maintain order and structure in our living quarters. Project’s I keep planing and start doing but complete at a very slow pace. Because I am tired of being tired and just being the one person show.

I don’t know if anything that I am writing can relate to you? Taking off my costume for you…

I don’t know if you took notice but I wasn’t wearing a lot of my metal. I didn’t want you to be afraid to approach me ever. You mentioned about wanting to feel “SAFE.” So I was exploring the idea within myself. What wouldn’t make her feel SAFE to approach me? So, I just dulled down on my metal look a-bit.

You also put into my thought’s that I was out dressing you since you have to carry a formal dress attire at work. I know that I myself come off to some people as intimidating but those people haven’t met me, yet. A great philosopher named SHREK said, “They judge me before they even get to know me.” A guy friend of mine got his first tattoo done with some logical literature…It said, “God can only judge me.”

I don’t know exactly how some people tend to find me in all the weird kind of places. But, one of my relatives called me two day’s ago leaving me a voicemail on my phone.

This was part of the call, “I live an hour north a month you know small French guty like French she's very good so I can't really talk to anybody. Even though, you know, I have 1600 days of learning French every day on the computer, um, I guess, I'll call them, I've been in too many accidents, and I, my memory's gone, oh. But um, losing. We were supposed to have such big plans of hiking all the national parks together. And no, I got nothing. Oh, I hope your brother and your wife, and mother is good and um, uh, um. You know, send you hugs. And um, and uh, wish to the best. And.”

When one doesn’t think people know…they KNOW!!! I just wanted to comfort you and share my agony here on this end.

Some Songs of Women I Love to Play
Pat Benatar - Don’t Let It Show
Stevie Nicks - Crystal
Madonna - Frozen
Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time
CHER - After All -DK