Sometimes I just want to write for the feel of keys on my digits. When I breathe I feel Qi enter my spirit. When I drink beer it feels nice to let my mind wander. When I grind purple haze I wonder towards outer space. My favorite color is black because it’s the only one that isn’t one. When I look at competition I laugh about who’s declared won. Olympic athletes spend all their waking fights as a mode of purpose just for bragging rights. That’s hilarious in simplicity; global testosterone; coerced complicity. But, don’t worry, I’m the weird one in a sea of normalcy, when you look at me you see oddity in abstraction. You feel uncomfortable distraction. Neither of us knows why I keep forging my own path, but somehow I care beyond fair as a mindful empath. My luck seems indefinite and infinite, for some reason I care deeply for our shared society; if you ever meet me in either a drunken haze or flat sobriety – you’ll know I seek neither fame nor notoriety. You’ll see my goal is global cheer via communal morality.
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Hi, I’m Andrew, but I go by TweakUnique. I looove spreading smiles from cheek to cheek. Daylight moves us as morning passes we all get up off to our tasks with a new tomorrow dividing our time; imagine, would you? Less sorrow this time? That’s my dream and waking habit - follow the steps and then we’ll have it. Place your bets step with science develop plans with confidence. We move together whether we like it or not. Shared air is shared weather, or have you forgot? Trash you dish is trash you’ll eat - what goes around comes around. Gravity. The way we walk is by falling just a little; if you wanna fly high dive into BIG riddles. Practice morally communally in mind. Creativity unravels unrest. It unwinds. View all posts by tweakuniqueblog