Hi! My name is Imi! It’s short for Imaginaria. What I like doing is picking up crawling animals on my walks and relocating them to unfamiliar areas so they can experience a new environment and make new friends. Seems that Karma is a beast, though, because the same thing happened to me! Of course, I chose the places to live, but I still didn’t actually know anyone prior to my moves. It didn’t matter. Other people assisted with my survival upon my asking anyways. Phantom fears would pop up out of the blue, though, as they so often do. Trust is the only thing we’ve got going for ourselves. That’s part of the reason why I don’t watch television anymore. It’s filled with absolutely nothing except mistrust, lies, and propaganda that makes everyone think twice before taking action. Can’t they even see how all these screens are holding us up as a nation? They cause insecurities and lack of balls & confidence! It’s like Pink Floyd said, ‘All in all you’re just another brick in the wall’ The mendacious propaganda is absolutely sick! There are two sides to every story, people. Heck, sometimes there are literally hundreds of sides. But it isn’t so much the story that’s important. What’s at stake is what’s important. A baby! (For Christ’s sake!) One that wants a better life with all the stuff dreams are made of. Could be incense (& peppermints), myrrh, frankincense. Could be a dream of just following a star. Could be healing the sick and lame. ANYTHING! But I’m sure the dream didn’t have anything to do with getting locked up in a cage at the border. Why is it so hard to think outside the box or color outside the lines? Even if you’d prefer to think of them as animals, it’s not anyone’s place to deny them the same happiness and pursuit of dreams and it’s utterly despicable to deny them basic human rights of being treated decently. The more aggressive ‘animals’ seem to believe they are superior and can somehow control/rule the very souls of the oppressed ‘animals’. But as the turn of events shall unfold, as they always do, the tables are going to turn! It’s going to be the aggressive ones behind bars. Even if they aren’t literally behind them, they figuratively ARE. Perhaps these bars are made of gold and possess no physical strength with which to subdue those aggressive animals, but certainly, emotionally, you are trapped, Mr. Trump. A revolution has already taken place and will continue in which people aren’t buying all those products anymore. Maybe they’re stealing them. Maybe they’re making them. Maybe the church wins and will overthrow this whole regime of Russian Roulette you’re playing. Good Day!

Mahalo! (Thank You!)

Homegirl Barbee



About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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