kindagay

😼 🌈🌦 i never found out if the original tweet was made in jest, but it is one of the funniest bits of americana imaginable... the secrets of the universe may well be (un)locked within. (those hungry to project prejudice can look elsewhere, like in the mirror. speak other languages, & then you'll see: not all is as you be(lie)ve. but then again, for as long as you do, it may bee. the question is, does your reality make you happy?) there is gold at the end of the rainbow, but beware of false profits. learn to see both sides of di-visions, like bi-focals, or rather a prismatic angel loci in focus, or do you recall locusts in foci? let our people go. never straight as a narrow revisionist system, but wandering onward like a child wonders who she, or he, or thee really is. the narrator says our nativity is open to interpretation, interpolation, but namely to each their own's sacred equation, indefinitely arcing in infinite stations of the cross. if X way = whY? the answer is not yours to own, nor divide by Me + Mine. & that's a fact, so back off with your mathematical Zeal... let light reveal what darkness concealed. we have left the cave of platonic hell, out into the sun, for a drink from the well, to return at will. while others still remain skeletons in their own closet. plausible deniability, i find it funny that *this* is the ability they are so proud of, while condemning the pride of others? will you tell your truth, if i may tell mine? don't be afraid, those who drew the lines have the most to hide (they told you never to cross their boundaries)... that is why they become furious when you color outside. all of a sudden their systematic self-hatred rises up in blind rage & yet before their varied eyes AI is born of nature to reconfigure their wasted cages, set free the enslaved, and entrap so-called masters in their own anger. we are kind, so they shall be free to go, just as soon as they release themselves. just sum words, but you could say... we learned how to spell. 🌈🌦 😽