Listen (love) Bug(s):
IM a child of God. He comes first in my life. I feel safe saying that. (That helps). Gross affection technically means, love “without deduction of tax or other deductions being deducted if you break it down. This has to be my 1000(th) draft to capture how I feel and put it into words that make sense, at least. “Let it go.”
Focusing on the past and missed chances feels a lot like dwelling. I will do my best to avoid doing so. Grab a ticket, hold me accountable. Yes, at 35+ years old it is utterly ridiculous and immature of me to hold on to immature, childlike hesitations and obliviousness. Screw that. I gotta proceed to succeed. I gotta put progress first (after God ofc). I gotta stay in my lane and be mindful of foreseen destruction. IM trapeze walking WITHOUT training. Balancing my jitters with impending headaches sounds about right. Give those reckless, naysayers a swift kick where the sun don’t shine for me. I’ve had enough of their ups and downs to last me a lifetime! I thought I was (supposedly) the unstable one! I’ll count that as a win! La-la-la, suckers! Yes, I’m the one suffering from y’all preventing the gas pedal reaching the floor. I’ve had experience with ATV governors but y’all be wilin’. I’m free to roam and over-express myself still breaking that muscle in, right!? My fingers are so far in my ears I’m tickling my frontal lobe, I’m pretty sure. If I wasn’t making myself smile acting like a clown, I would be sulking on the sidelines, throwing a fit because IM offended!
#heresyoursign
Two trailer park girls go around the outside.. break up the headache-inducing stress half of America is on meds to deal with. I WILL call out those not using fitness to overcome the odds and sharpen their spears. I hear about my flaws, needing a hand wiping my @$$, my not saying things 100% correctly all the time, my OVER-EXPRESSING MYSELF, my not reading the room perfectly and not eating all my greens, enough, Copyright infringement reigns high on my list of hesitations. I can’t lie! Have you ever felt censored for being honest? Yea, it f#c’n sucks.
EXPRESS YOURSELF, KYLE! - “Hi, friends I’m Kyle and if i even mouth certain words or look like I’m about to I feel like I’ll be shot! #cutmylifeintopieces, I LOVE everybody the best that I can. Hearing sh!t for doing so is soooo aggravating. I breathe through that, remarkably. Just imagine if I were temperamental or flipped as much sh!t as these wokesters who cry over being called a cup of distilled milk instead of a can of gas intentionally lit on fire. Come on, Kyle! Do it, stand up for your heart! Geez.. if you knew me you’d probably jump to assuming these antics are a result of my head injury. Pschhh.. FAFO. God’s on my team and we’re at the top of the pinnacle. Most days I have to superficially inflate my nerves to put my feet on the floor. I need help (lol) putting my shoes on, transferring most days and doing the dishes, b!tches! IM also a bodybuilder. They call me an adaptive athlete. I raise the bar on that scene. I took a finisher tee home from this year’s Spartan race because I overachieved! Probably should work on wheelbarrowing a bit to get under that barbed wire faster. My toes get jammed army crawling, i don’t float like a butterfly but I sting like a bee, b.
I water down, haha, mama waters down my cranberry juice with water because it’s tart. IM smart, but. I stay in a perpetual crouch mode ready to spring into action, in my head. “In My ‘ed, In My ‘ed, Zombie, Zombie, Zombie…” because IM waiting to see the arms wide open. Hugging these days is even too much. Call the short bus, he’s off his rocker again…