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>Hi, im leaving soon here in a bit for elsewhere
but i wanted to sit this down here for now so it can get cozy with the rest of the family.
>I have alot to speak of this as its a bit of a generational narrative being the first generation with its duality of culture & identity half appreciated by its own people. Left for us to feel as they forget.
>As i once grew up on a street name cedar, We smelled like fresh lightening waiting for its thunder.
>I like how uncomfortable the sapling is transplanted suffocated by a uniform forest that gives their bark no wind, no chance to see above the canopy above their standard stalked lives, a mainland of bad actors it seems to be...
>I hope not the case. not after this far for a sister to have a brother that could also ask of our family's nature.
>A lone mouth is often too tired to speak at all...
>I will come back to fill this out further. I hope to look forwards to this, for me and my grandparents era of care i spent deluxe degree enriched by it and the friends and darkness it's given me. Though ive yet seen the light of myself; hopefully by ages to come. Ive learn to tell myself of a mother from a different era less of myself.
>Its also a Marlboro warning with a barcode that reads "Bloopy"
>i hope they've stopped weeping since then, friend to friend,
..theres alot of ego to say youve found something larger than god, but i think no one can hear over the applause of today's news.
..Anything new about you should've gone through the school.
..a pause, wait wait.
... They both couldnt haven possibly helped me that late into the game and this early in mine... So, I called 911 instead! Asking about how to dodge my mother's math sessions instead~! Its ok, We both couldnt have possibly known we'd id thread under threat, that this mother of mine; wasn't just mine yet.
噔噔 its ok, they still helped. I hope they know. She was assailed with above their fears- of a boy without any love that couldn't tell apart from shove.
>In the eastern hemisphere schizophreniforms thoughts and behavior are usually chalked as "the mind gone to the breeze" Or "due to ancestral woes." No wonder why we're so close and tied with the dead! We'd really just keep imaginary huh, so sam i am. Till present day they only know ive come out as Bi-sexual. My mother thinks my heart's too big, i think my father is lonely. I miss them both dearly so, sam.
>The last thing that my grandmother with alzhemiers, well into her palliative and last days- was a pinch of fruit cake from my hand. Her name was Xu Yang Xia. She dreamt in the summer. Slipping under our newly moved homestead sky. Selling you any world you could imagine just dont mention the pension she'd never forget to fortune; simply by promise and faith, we kept along and still; you've glown.
>I would rather not like to disclose what my grandfather ate as we tried to manage our best before i had to call it in for the both of us (me & my father; the primary caretaker for over decade more. His name was Bai Qing Wu, He flew in the spring. Slipping under coma under the lore of saints that command me. Reaching around the world to communicate that they would never be alone; simply by holding their hand- and revealing the two of hearts; i command.
>She, from what i was told; trying to gleam as much as i could in sublime under her clear consciousness... Was a merchant! That Stayed with the assorted rations yet, raising the many young that would go to miss guiding her way out. I remained as a grandson could only stand by vestigial, doing my best to translate the narrative of their pain to nurse to doctor to seen it all before. here's the one DNR miss, no she cant talk. Cant miss it.
>Sorry there should be more to say here but ive sometimes still keep watch at the door like its more than anything now but decor. 心頭肉
>id trust a monk more with the bison
than someone with a bank and no conscious, When the elevator is out of convenience the withered are faced with flights that would believe in Everest, or would want to climb huangshan, again.
>This obelisk ive built for fruitful fashion
now walks me as with a weapon, queer above.
>He.... 噔噔. in 悟, the radical is "little" with the number "five" sitting on the "Mouth" - I see this as a humbled thinker sitting on their words with a full hand.
>in 福, usually hung upside down to invite luck, It has "one" stacked over the "mouth" which oversees the "Farm" - I see this an affirmation that "a good rumor can feed you." Ultimately provenance to perspective.
>Sorry its tough to work backwards like this. One of the last two could really make up at the end when it becomes the only drama at every thread, making amends starts with the backyard again, with a brother that's seen everything odd and had a sister who wouldnt rush to turn over.
>He taught me fire could bend bamboo into their strengths into bows, Now, Suddenly all grass became strings; and the wind finally knew feathers to rain.
>She taught me Sugar was what you dipped the first spring tomatoes with! If they were anything but available, She also taught me eggs and tomatoes, sugar and salt; can be enough for those mornings without a soul. I hope its golden brown cause its cold...!
but i wanted to sit this down here for now so it can get cozy with the rest of the family.
>I have alot to speak of this as its a bit of a generational narrative being the first generation with its duality of culture & identity half appreciated by its own people. Left for us to feel as they forget.
>As i once grew up on a street name cedar, We smelled like fresh lightening waiting for its thunder.
>I like how uncomfortable the sapling is transplanted suffocated by a uniform forest that gives their bark no wind, no chance to see above the canopy above their standard stalked lives, a mainland of bad actors it seems to be...
>I hope not the case. not after this far for a sister to have a brother that could also ask of our family's nature.
>A lone mouth is often too tired to speak at all...
>I will come back to fill this out further. I hope to look forwards to this, for me and my grandparents era of care i spent deluxe degree enriched by it and the friends and darkness it's given me. Though ive yet seen the light of myself; hopefully by ages to come. Ive learn to tell myself of a mother from a different era less of myself.
>Its also a Marlboro warning with a barcode that reads "Bloopy"
>i hope they've stopped weeping since then, friend to friend,
..theres alot of ego to say youve found something larger than god, but i think no one can hear over the applause of today's news.
..Anything new about you should've gone through the school.
..a pause, wait wait.
... They both couldnt haven possibly helped me that late into the game and this early in mine... So, I called 911 instead! Asking about how to dodge my mother's math sessions instead~! Its ok, We both couldnt have possibly known we'd id thread under threat, that this mother of mine; wasn't just mine yet.
噔噔 its ok, they still helped. I hope they know. She was assailed with above their fears- of a boy without any love that couldn't tell apart from shove.
>In the eastern hemisphere schizophreniforms thoughts and behavior are usually chalked as "the mind gone to the breeze" Or "due to ancestral woes." No wonder why we're so close and tied with the dead! We'd really just keep imaginary huh, so sam i am. Till present day they only know ive come out as Bi-sexual. My mother thinks my heart's too big, i think my father is lonely. I miss them both dearly so, sam.
>The last thing that my grandmother with alzhemiers, well into her palliative and last days- was a pinch of fruit cake from my hand. Her name was Xu Yang Xia. She dreamt in the summer. Slipping under our newly moved homestead sky. Selling you any world you could imagine just dont mention the pension she'd never forget to fortune; simply by promise and faith, we kept along and still; you've glown.
>I would rather not like to disclose what my grandfather ate as we tried to manage our best before i had to call it in for the both of us (me & my father; the primary caretaker for over decade more. His name was Bai Qing Wu, He flew in the spring. Slipping under coma under the lore of saints that command me. Reaching around the world to communicate that they would never be alone; simply by holding their hand- and revealing the two of hearts; i command.
>She, from what i was told; trying to gleam as much as i could in sublime under her clear consciousness... Was a merchant! That Stayed with the assorted rations yet, raising the many young that would go to miss guiding her way out. I remained as a grandson could only stand by vestigial, doing my best to translate the narrative of their pain to nurse to doctor to seen it all before. here's the one DNR miss, no she cant talk. Cant miss it.
>Sorry there should be more to say here but ive sometimes still keep watch at the door like its more than anything now but decor. 心頭肉
>id trust a monk more with the bison
than someone with a bank and no conscious, When the elevator is out of convenience the withered are faced with flights that would believe in Everest, or would want to climb huangshan, again.
>This obelisk ive built for fruitful fashion
now walks me as with a weapon, queer above.
>He.... 噔噔. in 悟, the radical is "little" with the number "five" sitting on the "Mouth" - I see this as a humbled thinker sitting on their words with a full hand.
>in 福, usually hung upside down to invite luck, It has "one" stacked over the "mouth" which oversees the "Farm" - I see this an affirmation that "a good rumor can feed you." Ultimately provenance to perspective.
>Sorry its tough to work backwards like this. One of the last two could really make up at the end when it becomes the only drama at every thread, making amends starts with the backyard again, with a brother that's seen everything odd and had a sister who wouldnt rush to turn over.
>He taught me fire could bend bamboo into their strengths into bows, Now, Suddenly all grass became strings; and the wind finally knew feathers to rain.
>She taught me Sugar was what you dipped the first spring tomatoes with! If they were anything but available, She also taught me eggs and tomatoes, sugar and salt; can be enough for those mornings without a soul. I hope its golden brown cause its cold...!
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