Santa Clause

Santa Clause: Nine

The evil, awkward energy of last night wanted a fight & it got one. It tried to ruin my day but I chose to focus on what I do best after I had to pray. I carefully chose the words I needed to say until I was done. I won. The war goes on but now she’s ultimately gone.

I had to write the victory & I did. I hope CPS steals her kids. I’m not going to call them. I’ll just influence someone else to sub/unconsciously. That’s how magick works. You don’t or you barely touch a thing. Millennia ago, kings used our services to either belittle us or fall for us They depended on us for answers they cant deny & don’t.

The alliance still uses psychics, mediums & astrologers to make their next moves. Honey, I’ll be employed by people like the Secret Service for what I’m able to do. I don’t even try to hide it anymore. I don’t care. I am who I am. You are carefully dismissed if you don’t like it.

I read modern tarot, make my own cards, wear crystals, write books and help lead a collective to look at their sixth sense with immense curiosity & a desire to learn more. The more you know, the higher you can go.

I’m like Ms Nicki Minaj. Much respect to the Queen of Rap who spent hours in her room after school & on weekends writing raps & lyrics that pay her bills today. She had no real friends that weren’t blends of dementia, blinded by demons that summon the criteria for witchcraft alone.

She even says she didn’t do it her own. Clap for the heavy weight champ, me, but I didn’t do it all alone, we.” from Moment 4 Life, my favorite song by her. She had nothing handed to her. Shes made plenty of mistakes that she admits. Her talent is unmistakable & brilliantly unmatched in the arena’s messy topic of how controversy fell in her lap but she had the courage not to tell the landlorde that was sent by the pre-historic king that she needed a solid nap.

Neither one of them cared so she walked out, put her heels on, started performing & showing up for what she’s all about, lifted her dress to her the thoughts of her lower thighs and managed not to sigh when she wasn’t gifted with the soul that implies beautiful ideas in the hearts & minds of those who choose to listen while they believe that even a rusty nail can glisten. She was gifted with another instead.

They hadn’t forgotten her. They wanted to make her night the most special because she didn’t walk into Hollywood. She dragged herself as time stood still for the moments it couldn’t let her be lagged in but demanded that she be specifically tagged in the posts that she’s paid for. The royalties from that alone will pay for her bills & search for her recovery if she’s ever ill in relation to the futile elation that takes over when she’s still excelling at her best skill.

She forfeited what others didn’t to influence the crowd but they get too loud & disrespectful every time she’s on stage, with the clock that won’t stop at the necessary age to gage the measure it breaks when it bed hops to the couch. Ouch.

Yes, that hurts in all her mini skirts & her trouser shirts that cling to her breasts upon her arrival when she checks in at the hotels front desk & they can’t stop staring at her chest. How rude & impolite as well as overbearing & extremely uncaring, not willing to ever begin sharing and sparing their feelings rather than hers when she gathers the fallen potato peelings into the trash they said was her poetry about an hour before she signed a contract with one of the biggest global labels that won’t turn on a tv without installing cable.

She’s capable. She’s happy. She’s table. She wins the award for female rapper of the year. Even she is required to hold back the inevitable tears as she’s introduced by none other than the undisputed princess of pop, Britney Spears. Close your mouth and open your ears. She’s about to perform & I want to be totally focused for this legendary outcast that doesn’t need to preheat her endangered meat to stay warm so she can properly eat.

Shhh. Listen to the words. She’s the best for a reason. It’s her season. Let her have it or I will. I’m up for the thrill, that’s bottled uphill in a field of regular pills remaining unlabeled & enabled.

Isn’t she great?

She endures the hate to withstand the storm with class, sass & a mass following called fame. Everyone knows her unwillingly compliant name for the same reason they know mine. Start counting to ten but pause for Santa Clause at nine.

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