Shit. I dunno.

But like. I'm feeling pretty precise in my poker when it comes to the intellectual snooker. If you catch my cold. I mean, like. Motherfucking. my buddy and I are busting some bad vibes like a mercenary mission in metalslug and she was all showering some sense into my sentient soil.

she was all like. folding some them thoughts of failure that been festering my forest of thinking. Telling me that I need to stop shutting down my worlds and wraps, be a less negative in my magnetics mirages and put some positives in my porridge. That way what I serve will surf a bit farer than they are. Because I tried to make RP but my personality pops in and out of this portable place like a genie belonging to a blind man doing spring cleaning. So now I'm a bit more committed and going to seat my sore collector firmly in a new RP or a revival an old one and not let the downs dump my deposition. 

If any of you, motherfucking. kindred ever saw any of my old RPs rolling about and wanted in. Poke me up because I might just revive it.