People were divided and at a loss until I started making gains and sharing my knowledge freely. Even now, they think humanity and society can prosper from it while sweeping under the rug what it wants to ignore and take advantage of.
All was divided until I brought it together and you want to try to believe that it’s not due to me that society keeps making gains. You’re trying very hard to not believe what you already know to be true.
And, know this, too: that I’ve already killed you and everyone else here. I’ve already killed humanity, society, eternity itself in one way or another and all else is just going through the motions. You see me doing things nobody else is doing, that nobody else can do and you make the mistake that is so common.
…into my ethnicity. 1/4 Croatian/Italian (supposed to be 1/4 Serbian, Dad’s Mom) 1/4 German/Scottish (Dad’s Dad) 1/4 German/Jewish (Mom’s Mom) 1/4 unknown (Mom’s Dad). Hmmm, that’s definitely a melting pot across Europe and the Middle East. Why do I feel French though? Very drawn to France.
I don’t believe I am an existentialist. As an artist, I’m a crazy Frenchwoman. I love like the French too, twisted, beautifully colorful affairs of intensity.
Rick Astley…what a voice, had dance moves, and fashion sense…a god. His wife, Lene Bausager, struck paydirt. Sweet serenades and twirls around the dance floor. Wow, a power couple. I hope they live happily ever after. Best wishes Rick and Lene!
Moments before the sun set on some kind of ancient wooden ship floating in a bay of calm waters, surrounded by lush mountains, I started singing to someone unknown, “If only I could sing…if only I could sing…” My voice was very weak, almost inaudible in such a large outdoor space. I was straining to sing louder when all of the sudden my voice started to pick up power, amplification. As I struggled to project my intentions outward, I felt my throat relax and a power overtook me. Another register up, “If only I could sing…I would save the world,” and the last “sing” boomed out of me flooding this bay and echoing along the mountains, all of my vocal strength returning one hundred times over. Placing my whole heart and soul into those specific words, “If only I could sing, I would save the world,” I believed with such empowerment I could…save the world.
Wendy, I think you have so much love in your heart, you don’t get enough in return. I think you deplete yourself dry sometimes (I think ).
How’s your self-confidence? Do you feel more threatened by the world or just annoyed at it sometimes. Do you ever feel this gong show of a world can be entertaining? Fun?
While I do fear that we are approaching “closing time” at this bar called Earth life, I’m certainly annoyed by the lack of understanding most folks have on the purpose of their being here to begin with.
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You may be right. Here, on Earth, is there ever enough? Love does not connect one moment to the next here.
Congratulations, Wendy! You check out with a clean bill of health.
Being frustrated and angry at the world can be a sign of health. It means you’ve got fight within you, strength to resist. Fear and depression occur when you don’t feel you have enough strength, when you start “caving”.
Don’t let the world get you too far down. Maybe take a break from your fight. Treat yourself to some “me” time more often.
Platonic love donations. Thanks in advance for your further deposits, once again, on Tues., Thurs., and Sats.! I’m counting on you and your timeliness.
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Wendy, you crazy girl. 
What are we gonna do on Tues, Thus, and Sats? Is this something Joker would approve of? 
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