Mercury Retrograde-Slay
Bon soir mes amis!
Oui to the ooo---ooooouais, it has been a minute since I was here. Lyfe has been phlowing, planet Merc is retro and politics have been a hot topic extravaganza leaving many of us to levels of "Rosé All Day" just to make it thru ok. Saluté to that. Truth says our power ends at our skin, so the climate in gen's has reflected me feeling mortal AF. Whats lit for me is to see how people are coming together in unprecedented ways, raising the bar that has fallen so low. The tidal wave of content racking my focus from getting my days Basic-B lyfe done has been overwhelms like #NO. Compounded with wasting a few years again on a wrong dude who's determination to stay a toad in prince clothing was on levels. Pockdialing drunk truths about mayonnaise and thirsty proclivities with a sycophantic Svengali agenda that spun into an exhausting mania extinguished every last positive emo avail. So very extra and all just to get a rush off that "15 minutes of fame" in anyone's reflection. Literally. Anyone. Time to heal from that sweaty mirage has been real. Thank you, next.
To that point, our industry is evolving at lighting & frightening speed. The nanobots would definitely eat us for data if they knew how. This freedom we have just to try, to audition, to post any content is a luxury. That independence is what makes our opportunity to entertain, sing and speak out positively, a powerful woke tool to wield with responsibility as many others on the daily, do not. So that's what got me since I was last here with you. Indeed we are each a magical jewel with opposable thumbs, coded with unicorn dust that got us our first gig, notice or start. Yet at the end of the day, perhaps we are more a bitcoin than a jewel and our unicorn dust? Maybæ's it's really just a highlighter pallet from Anastasia. Time is real. Don't fight it. Being grown on that reality has helped me to walk tall through the personal ashes of this decade, toxic castings, emo-gigs, and our beautiful country painfully repeating history itself for no rhyme or reason. The bar is so low, let's limbo this bitch together, slay the retrograde all day and please don't let the socials run you. It is the high school after high school as my brother says, and I mean... didn't we journey that ok?
I'm rehearsing a play, so I have homework xx.
Oui to the ooo---ooooouais, it has been a minute since I was here. Lyfe has been phlowing, planet Merc is retro and politics have been a hot topic extravaganza leaving many of us to levels of "Rosé All Day" just to make it thru ok. Saluté to that. Truth says our power ends at our skin, so the climate in gen's has reflected me feeling mortal AF. Whats lit for me is to see how people are coming together in unprecedented ways, raising the bar that has fallen so low. The tidal wave of content racking my focus from getting my days Basic-B lyfe done has been overwhelms like #NO. Compounded with wasting a few years again on a wrong dude who's determination to stay a toad in prince clothing was on levels. Pockdialing drunk truths about mayonnaise and thirsty proclivities with a sycophantic Svengali agenda that spun into an exhausting mania extinguished every last positive emo avail. So very extra and all just to get a rush off that "15 minutes of fame" in anyone's reflection. Literally. Anyone. Time to heal from that sweaty mirage has been real. Thank you, next.
To that point, our industry is evolving at lighting & frightening speed. The nanobots would definitely eat us for data if they knew how. This freedom we have just to try, to audition, to post any content is a luxury. That independence is what makes our opportunity to entertain, sing and speak out positively, a powerful woke tool to wield with responsibility as many others on the daily, do not. So that's what got me since I was last here with you. Indeed we are each a magical jewel with opposable thumbs, coded with unicorn dust that got us our first gig, notice or start. Yet at the end of the day, perhaps we are more a bitcoin than a jewel and our unicorn dust? Maybæ's it's really just a highlighter pallet from Anastasia. Time is real. Don't fight it. Being grown on that reality has helped me to walk tall through the personal ashes of this decade, toxic castings, emo-gigs, and our beautiful country painfully repeating history itself for no rhyme or reason. The bar is so low, let's limbo this bitch together, slay the retrograde all day and please don't let the socials run you. It is the high school after high school as my brother says, and I mean... didn't we journey that ok?
I'm rehearsing a play, so I have homework xx.
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