One should come to not assume (allegedly) that folks are intelligent because they engage in high level dialogue. Or because they are a data geek or policy wonk who shine brightest within the red tape sausage-making of a given space.

Woosah. Breathe. Unpack. That’s right I said it.

One may assume (allegedly) that there is distinction between complex thinking in comparison to vague use of language despite a further and farther analogy of the two against the innate ability to bring multi-layered concepts to life – efficiently.

Yes. That made my brain hurt when writing it.

One must understand – being a baddie, a Barb, Bardi Gang, or even a cultic follower of Christ – and radical in ownership of it, shouldn’t lean in too much to being sensitive and engaging with self-victimization. Allegedly of course.

Like, how are you a radical and clearing, but the first to cry? I’ll mind my business. Chile.

One can be royal, regal, grandeur-filled aligning with all things aristocratic and elite–and be unattached to legitimacy, integrity, and reverence. Allegedly x2.

Allegedly, living in one’s head and the hype of private group chats and phone conversations is a beautiful kingdom to reign over. I reckon. Is there any finer experience than an emoji community service or text message tea party gala?

One must watch BMF – and remember how Tender D*ck Terry allowed Markeisha to interrupt the kingdom. Allegedly. Or was it influenced? One shall rewind back to Mama Dee protecting the palace when Scrappy feel’s (or fell) so easy. Now look. Divorce. Fai’lure’. Back on the market. Of course, this is alleged. I think.

To every plan, there is prey. Possibly a pray-er. And a master resuscitation (contingency) plan.

One day, some day, one must digress. And just leave it there.

And then too, one must never forget. Simply awaken and align.

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