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You’ve seen the following ‘disclaimer’ phrases:

‘Subject to change…’
‘Individual results may vary…’

This goes to show that not all intentions (heartfelt or otherwise) would ‘stay the course’. Not all promises could be kept due to the constant lies and deceptions going on behind the scenes at the home front. There is nothing left, seriously, not even hope, when dreams become reality that filing BK against ‘them’ may be the next option.

Depending on the situation, there comes a time to ‘let go’. It is easier and less painful to pretend that life goes on without the dead weight that drags everything and everyone down to a spiraling path of destruction. This reminds me of hard workers being ‘fired’ or ‘laid-off’, loving couples going through divorce or true friends going separate ways.

I did cry a crocodile tear knowing that the ‘ball’ could no longer bounce high enough to reach my intended goal as promised but instead it rolled away, deflated or yanked away at the last minute like Lucy did when Charlie Brown came up to kick the football. The lifeline itself appears severed, never to be restored — a broken trust and not a penny to show for all that time of hoping.

Of course, that would mean going against one’s word. Does this mean ‘fraud’? Yup. Ask any legal representative and that would mean being ‘guilty’ with jail time. Does that make each one involved ‘guilty by association’? Not necessarily. Even the most ignorant wouldn’t recognize the betrayal until it is too late — the damage is irreparable and quite unforgivable.

As Pete and pals ‘required’ of me this afternoon via our cellphones:

‘Just hang in there’.

The only imagery that kept appearing in my mind is a fool (or joker) hanging upside-down, mocking my common sense to know that people exist to fool others, turn away and laugh after all that has been done and said. I kept thinking about a noose around someone’s neck but not the fool — he hangs around like the picture on a Tarot deck. I don’t know if I should hate him and ‘their’ abominations of afflictions upon me and the whole world.

After reading an article, I called out loud: ‘Charlie! Charlie!’ Each time, I could only remember that Oranda goldfish of orange and white coloration and how he appeared in my dreams as a skinny ‘humanoid’. His head was bumpy. His pain and suffering is probably more than what the rest of us had to go through in a lifetime prior to its dying a slow death.

‘Charlie’ will always be remembered, not for being a loser, a blockhead or a goldfish. He will be remembered for being alive, like my promises to y’all but really by ‘theirs’ to moi. I, a sovereign being, will uphold my claim against ‘their’ foolishness. After all, it is my right. ‘They’ know it. This is the truth. ‘They’ cannot escape the ‘game’ — nothing has changed.

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