Some Say it Like it’s a Bad Thing

Nuh time to have you lurking
Him ah go act like he nuh like it
You know I dealt with you the nicest…

I believed all of your dreams, adoration
You took my heart and my keys and my patience

heart on sleeve
“You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration”

You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration

You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation

All that I wanted from you was to give me
Something that I never had
Something that you’ve never seen
Something that you’ve never been
But I wake up and act like nothing’s wrong…
Rihanna, “Work”

For real… Sometimes I wish I understood why when someone who approaches another, heart in hand (or on sleeve), it’s considered a bad thing.
And then I’m glad that I don’t. Playing with one’s emotions… It’s wasteful on multiple levels.

Z28 Camaro
Z28 Camaro
If I wanted to play, I’d play with one of these.

Shame, though.
Eh… Rub some dirt in it, right?

He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work
When you ah guh
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn

Big Picture, People. Big Picture. Focus.

I try to avoid public discussion of political anything, yet shit’s become so damn ridiculous that even I feel compelled to add my two cents to the pile on America’s poker table.

Trump’s entire being is a lie, yet Clinton is The Liar. Because that’s unique in American politics.
The article here: is a good editorial. Everyone, regardless of their viewpoint, should at least read it. It makes several excellent points.

Look, the “V” in “vote” does not stand for vagina; I will not vote for someone simply because that candidate is a woman. That said, my brain implodes whenever I try to figure out why any female would ever back Trump, because I guarantee that the only thing Trump backs about women is for them to “back it up.” He is a douchebag asshole yet this is not news.

What’s important is for people to look at the Big and International Picture, that of a small fragment of time – a mere 4 years – and the damage the Annoying Orange Ignoramus can do to our nation on the global scale. No nation can afford to be alienated by its peers.

Think long and hard before you act.

You like Trump? Fine. Have him over to *your house* for a cookout and you all can bond about “what’s on his mind” all you want. Enjoy your junk food Cheetos on a small scale; just please recognize that daily Cheetos do not have nutritional value and is not qualified to sustain you over time. Just like that other puffy orange crisp that melts in your mouth because it has no substance; Trump is exceptionally unqualified to run *our* White House.

Unless you want to live in Third World country, vote and vote appropriately. Bitch all you want about Clinton before, during, and after the election process (I know she isn’t my special ray of sunshine) but vote for her. Four years will fly by before you know it and we’ll still be First World. And me? I like being First World.

Sanders supporters… C’mon, now. You’re supposed to be the smart ones? So don’t be stupid.

Americans should not cut off our nose to spite our face.

And that’s all I have to say about that. ? ?? ?

Whale Tail Sink or Swim

Sorry about the Rumpelstiltskin-esque tantrum in my previous post.
Twin Flame Issues. When the ride is bumpy, sometimes I feel there’s nothing else you can do but jump up and down in a hissy fit and scream.

That solves nothing, of course. But sometimes it helps by releasing a tiny bit of the pressure. (Not really.)

What needs to be understood is that I’ve been dealing with this cursed petrification for years. I think I’ve tried everything in the Good Way that I’m capable of doing… to no avail. And now I’m witnessing the devastation of what won’t be without even so much as hearing why. I’m a strong person; I can cope with just about anything. But knowing why? makes it an issue of respect and care. It certainly makes it easier for me to do the difficult and excruciating task of stepping back and walking away. Huh. Makes me wonder then… Guess someone doesn’t want that Finality.

Sink or Swim
Got Trust?
At this point though… The cake is gone. TFB. Sink or swim, motherfucker.

Speaking of Swimming…
Remember my post about seeing a whale tail cloud formation? Well, I’m the half of the Twin Flame pair who gets and accepts it. Who recognizes our Connection for the true Blessing it is, even as I’m forced to feel it in mono rather than stereo surround. Part of being the Recognizer is not ducking Signs when Shown them. Couldn’t get much bigger than a whale tail. Come on: It’s a WHALE. ? ?

So in honor of that (among other things which I’m not going to share cause I don’t know ya’ll) Most Excellent “Girl Who Likes to Color” Kimri ? at Element Tattoo in Bozeman, Montana, hooked me up as she so often does (cause she Rocks.)

Storm's Whale Tail ink - Element Tattoo, Bozeman, MT
Storm’s Whale Tail ink – Element Tattoo, Bozeman, MT

Storm's Whale Tail ink - Element Tattoo, Bozeman, MT
Storm’s Whale Tail ink – Element Tattoo, Bozeman, MT