Twin Flame Resistance Issues

I think, therefore I pee.

See, I learned a long time ago,

if I am going to think,

I have to drink,

lots of fluid

and keep my brain cool.

All just is not right with the world.

Too much Mars/Venus energy for widdle ole me this past week/10 days.

Wowsa.

Now Jovial Jupiter's expansive smile is increasing us, andI’m not even feeling the Jupiter Juice yet, because my ass is still sore from being shot with so many arrows of love. I need one of those soft doughnut pillows to rest my tushy on now.

Damn, what an onslaught!

Someone should maybe tell Mr. Cupidthat if I get one more arrow shot into my buttI just might pull it out and impale each half of his cute little cherub selfon each end, and twirl it into deep space like a baton. . .

Do I sound resistant?

I might be.

I might have TWIN FLAME RESISTANCE ISSUES.

Lol, this stupid post will probably get more comments than any I’ve written.

Sad, isn’t it?

Just sound more human, and people will moan along with you,

Or poke you with their stiff index fingers,

And then pour advice on your head like liquid lard. And -

Oh well.

Sweet chili peppers, Batman!

If I get disquieted, it can be really bad for a lot of nouns that people hold near and dear. Especially with Jupiter energy expanding things. . .So, hey, maybe a little venting could be a good thing today, and carthatic.

Except that women do find angry men attractive, So it is a bit like spitting into the wind here, and bravely daring Mr. Cupid to hit me again.

“Go on sucker, hit me again see what happens to your little bow. . .”

Is it reeeeeally a good thing to have me distracted with romantic notions ?

No. C’mon, who is going to do the important things, like mercilessly heckle the good citizens here, if I get distracted.

Should we really leave this to amateurs? No, I don’t think so.

Hey,You might want to take this opportunity to grab some popcorn if you are enjoying all this, because I’m not sure this is winding down just yet. I think there are still some splinters I may need to tweezer out of my sore ass here. See that, spellcheck doesn’t recognize tweezer as a verb. So, here we are, creating language together, and boldly going where some have gone before, but rarely dare to speak about. We've already gone from terse one liners to actual paragraphs too. How much more civilized this is making me. Woot!

And yeah, I think there is probably a good chance these words never see the light of day. Private pixels. But, if we do dare to publish, and you get blessed to nosey, well that’s fine, you can pick the popcorn out of your teeth whilst I vent my way back to zen, and my own solitary harmonic settles back into a snuggly resonance. Hey, reader, if we all clean our teeth really good, then maybe our teeth can return to having the comfortable gaps they once had.

Do we speak in metaphor here? Oh surely not.

No. But I’m thinking that the next time Lucy holds out another football for my Charlie Brown to kick, I might be wise to ignore the ball and just kick Lucy through the goalposts of life instead. Only problem is that I think this particular Lucy means well, unlike cartoon Lucy.

Real life is just more complicated than cartoon life, even in multidimensional stereo isn't it?

Can we not, just let a romantic volcano sleep in peace? Where is the logic in stirring it up, to settle it down? C’mon. This could get really really really wild. I can dream this dream, and it goes where it goes, waaaaay beyond the intent of the matchmakers I bet.

Ugh. I feel so flippin common. Having twin flame issues like everyone else is, and even at the same time as they are… where has my everpresent uniqueness gone? Probably nowhere. They will probably hook up and solve their issues, and I will just write about mine. Maybe vent this energy elsewhere. Years late, and dollars short. Just pathetic. And some think I only overreact when someone tries to kill me. Ha! Surprise, surprise! That would be me.

Surely I jest (Who, me?). But nay I do not. I am a really a victim of my Taurus Moon. Yep. Being a victim is all the rage too, so I'm stylish, struttin my victimhood. . . Maybe if I just approach it that way, then I get through this just fine as a victim. Yep. Others may not. Yep. But I think I can slide right into victimhood here and just wallow and thrash around comfortably. This should fit right in. Surely I be having me some real ascension symptoms in all of this. . . Really, me too, me three, . . . blame it all on leaving that bad 3d! . . Yeah, that’s a go.

Besides, twin flame stuff is strictly a women’s issue. Most guys don’t even think in those terms. I probably overbalanced my female side, so I could finally appear evolved or something. I just need to kick up my male side again, and all will be fine. A few good sporting events and I should be all back in black. (woot, investment banker lingo, don’t you know!) ( and no more twin flame stuff either, - just sweat and soot.)

I should probably make a YouTube video as a public service announcement, to warn people that these twin flame thoughts are dangerous stuff, and steer clear of that fire, and do not ever, ever attempt this yourself, it is bad bad bad stuff. Include in some shocking graphic comparison stuff like: this is your brain, and this is your brain on twin flame thoughts, etc etc.

Do you ever wonder how I can get you to read all the way down here? Morbid curiosity. That’s what it is. I sound like I’m having a train wreck, and you want to gawk at all of it. Go on, admit it. See, look at that now. . . I think my spunky self is returning back to normal already! : )

It was probably just your intent being manifested, that has helped me to heal.

Well, actually, I think if I would just learn to lie like that more often, then you would probably feel very good about yourself, because then you would think that you actually did help, and then I would become very popular here. . . I could even start a website, and write channelings, and make loads of money doing that. Yeah. I feel like I’m returning to normal again. Ain’t it grand?

For some reason, I want a chilidog now, don’t you?

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