My soulmate and I live our life, in bliss and best like any of you, taking and making opportunities in life and of ourselves as we can express, in mothers best collective in mind - in fathers heaven on earth in mind - like pretty much even with a last name rhyming with Sheeran, so if anybody takes offense to our angelic tones that we make with the sound waves and our neo-art form of mixed social street sociology meets philosophy meets nursing meets pediatric development meets _____ {what would a conglomeration of your mixed bag of tricks to (save the industries) that are needing proper scaffolding at least this time before we lose the music of being humane. By fate, fortune, and karmatic lesson, we have us sharing and telling our lives like another Chrisley knows best...same sassy...but like ... opposite, once rich | now poor - it's life by experimentation with art therapy to retain learning and attach more creations in the moment to make further symbols for memory to lock on to, in order for us humans to not lose our memories so damn fast - if we did have better memories, history wouldn't repeat itself, would it? Or something...I'm tired of explaining why I wipe 1 up then 2 downs, like a playstation street fighter code. And I'm also full of shit. Goodnight.