7.8.21(kinda cleanin’…so much goin’ on tho)

Listening to “l e t . g o . m y . h a n d” by J. Cole 

I did accomplish my (daily/weekly/monthly) goals, and despite the lying, deceit, & severely mental ill acts that were dispersed, the gateway for a very beautiful (compatible & respectfully receptive woman unto I has been activated. It’s not something that takes me away from or removes my clients (it actually wins me further favor with them, not as though I needed it). The power to wield beyond the short-sidedness of others was always there; I just choose to echelon the wisdom to whirl relative  thought’s whispers into actualities. 

Someone else asked me about ‘what I do’ (even when I say I do alot, I’m truly bein’ fr fr). I told her that the issue is that I’m good (and I know it). Not in an arrogant way, but in a way that I know people will appreciate it, to the point that the recent’d dismay of others proves to have been idiotic and rather senseless. (When you walk around knowing that kinda stuff, your perspective is keen. Not so much in a weird way, but in an assurance that elevates. The family exterminator who consistently lies yet seemingly was allowed to house sit, or the females at the front counters of the gym who insist on being bitches are not allowed to in any way, shape, form or fashion supersede the power, favor, majick, & means savvy that not only surfaces but insurmountably bedazzles their brokenness that berates how well I’m destined & treated triumphantly…

In other words they’re not worth a word. The tirade she threw thermostated triumphs. Despite what anyone does or does not do, I’m doing me alongside of assuring the worth of my true wealth: my inner. From the immortal words of the 6god, “If you’re reading this, I already made it…” 

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