RUDOLF STEINER’S COTS with little ole cara coffey who gives a shit, moving this artwork over here so I can Tribe Judah heal in this timeframe of what the fuq this shit is. Because I dunno, and I don’t want to know if you think you know. You don’t. PART ONE 1:11 PMC 08/JANUARY/2025 completed

That AI generation of my title is accurate, as an infant, I looked like a Girl Baby Buddah:

This image looks like a dream catcher. I have one, and I would prefer the one here. I will try to get a Buddha Dream Catcher soon. Much Love to my Indian and Asian People Groups. I hope you are safe today.

Okay and then, after all the catch the fuq up work I’m doing today, each article will start at New Moon Cycle and end at Full Moon with my ponderings. I promise not to cuss.

I’m coming through too many PTSD symptoms while still writing and vacuuming and I need to do math. So IF YOU HAVE NOT THROWN YOUR LAPTOP, YOUR PHONE, OR YOUR PUPPY, I THINK YOU’RE A GOOD PERSON today.

My fourth kid is a Swiftie. She can move like a Pentacostal in Worship like her mother so whatever.

We ain’t showing up now, Bitch. Just shake it off.

This is me today. Falling down the stairs is normal. Cursing an Entity with a lady accidentally taking out a window, the glass shattered, with everyone unhurt at one of my favorite places, is a normal me thing too, this year.