#DayStar #AATara have decided something. It is gorgeous.
Several days ago I stopped at the business right across the street from where the Mustang was parked before I went to the YMCA and I rolled the window down, turned up the music, and gave that business the finger. Ford Motor Company, you betrayed Cara Coffey.
And since when is this supposed to be what inheritance restored to females looks like according to Job 42? It isn’t. Watch Us not care. As announced on Twitter, so I will testify now:
Poetry was recommended in the above book. I am consuming this book like as if it is sustenance in a wilderness desert because that is where I have been, as a Hagar, for 1,000 years. By Day Nine He was pulling Me out; He cut My Judah Heart out to save Me from the stench of death, and then He died inside too many times and almost left Me desolate. I saved Him. The poetry is featured in this article: T.S.Eliot’s Collected Poems 1909-1962. I release short artwork upon social media but also from time to time copy a whole poem. I love to read that volume outside when I can.
I have PTSD. I will do this right. Otherwise, my daughters will continually have PTSD for the rest of their lives. Fucking Hell and Heaven NO–And then there is Robert Edward Coffey and Uncle Patrick Clayton Beaty and John Paul Jackson.
My Enoch Men need to come forth and then they will usher in my other Coffey Family. Beaty is in. What do you motherfuckers think? You ain’t killed Cara Ann Beaty and the youngest Beaty cousin Edward Kenneth Beaty, Junior. Go to Hell. You ain’t gettin’ to him and Me.