Learn to weave: they said 😂

People enraged about #Epstein Need to understand how deep the hatred goes

Oh how I hope this makes sense to some old school people 😂🫡🤣

Many will never understand the price others have paid for them to be able to live blissful in willful ignorance. - Ingratiated ingrates #poetry and as more #truth comes out more become numb. Maybe we were idealistic thinking world would change … if they knew. Stay strong 💪

Carrots 🥕 and onions for roast beef. Yummy 🤤

There’s a huge difference between journalism and rumor milling and I think the world is gonna have to learn it

🌀 The pattern ( historically ) 1️⃣ Soldiers Too obvious. People get mad. Laws apply. 2️⃣ Mercenaries / contractors “Not officially us.” Less backlash. More deniability. 3️⃣ Administrative forces with guns Called “enforcement,” not “military.” Operates inside civilian life. Same control. New label. Rinse, repeat. Police state worldwide. Stay calm ☺️

Bella and Edward forever.

Do not be seduced by the greatest music of all time. Focus 🧘🏻‍♀️

Had to balance all that orange. Zero regrets for starting a completely new warp when it didn’t hit right 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

Shortest month of the year gonna be lit 🔥

We meet again #poetry Indelible inks of thought Captivating Shadows dance Red speckled /Light reflected Refractory time / We take flight Resistance Astral desire / Hearts on fire Evermore destruction Soul eruption Memories of another time lingered there Always Blinding light/ Merging Once more Surrounded/ Your soul Remember You asked for this Power of attraction/ Your eye contact Never breaks/ Hence why You seek the hate 10/11/2022 So we reverse engineered all of it again? Whew exhale 😮‍💨 Damn us all for this. Zero. Fucks.

He. Ro. In. Killed my baby Based off The #big #three #killed my #baby The #White #Stripes Okay so someone else did 😂 The big three killed my baby * He. Ro. In. Killed my baby No money in my hand again * No money from my hand again The big three killed my baby * He. Ro. In. Killed my baby Nobody's comin' home again * Junkies comin’ home again Their ideas made me want to spit * Their desperate made me want to quit A hundred dollars goes down the pit * A hundred dollars goes up in mist Thirty-thousand wheels are rollin' * 100-thousand lives are stolen And my stick shift hands are swollen * And their soul sick minds are broken Everything involved is shady * Every thing involved is crazy The big three killed my baby * He. Ro. In. Killed my baby Yeah, yeah, yeah The big three killed my baby * He. Ro. In. Killed my baby No money in my hand again * My money in their hand again The big three killed my baby * He. Ro. In. Killed my baby Nobody's comin' home again * Junkies comin’ home again Why don't you take the day off and try to repair? * Why won’t you take the time off and try to repair? A billion others don't seem to care * A million deaths don’t seem to scare Better ideas are stuck in the mud * Lesser ideals are struck in the vein The motor's runnin' on trucker's blood loop * The heartless dealin’ a fruitless pursuit Don't let them tell you the future's electric * Won’t let me tell you the real predicament 'Cause gasoline's not measured in metric * cause human costs are measured in metric Thirty-thousand wheels are spinnin' * 100-thousand brains are taken And oil company faces are grinnin' * And rich progeny faces are skimming’ Now my hands are turnin' red * Now my cheeks are turnin’ red And I found out my baby is dead * Cause I found out your baby is dead * Yeah, yeah, yeah The big three killed my baby * He. Ro. In. Killed my baby No money in my hand again * not my cash in your hand again The big three killed my baby * He. Ro. In. Killed my baby Nobody's comin' home again * Addicted comin’ home again Well, I've said it now, nothing's changed * Hell, I’ve laid it out, something’s changed People are burnin' for pocket change * Human kind are begging’ for love not rage And creative minds are lazy * Vegetative minds are hazy And the big three killed my baby * Cause the He. Ro. In. Killed my baby Yeah, yeah, yeah And my baby's my common sense * And our baby’s our basic dreams So don't feed me planned obsolescence * Soul death fed their planned adolescence Yeah, my baby's my common sense * Yeah, our babies have common dreams So don't feed me planned obsolescence * why don’t feed them planned omnipotence * I'm about to have another blowout, yeah * I’m about to have another viral, hit I'm about to have another blowout * I’m about to have another viral, hit Source: Musixmatch

You all ever think how ford , Chrysler and GM kept the USA from building best public transportation?