Brandy Danielle Nicholson

Equal energy exchange forgoing the lack of instability creates deities amongst loyalties that cannot be defined in causality.  Growths of fortunes foretold realize grants to the ones who have shared the most.  But isn’t reciprocity the act of lovingly and thoughtfully subtracting the whacky nature of demonic inspired seismic activity among thoughtful interpretations of a nature that demands balance? Or what are we to decide and abide the truths that lie inside the buried wealth within us all? What is taken and what is given and who can truly know the difference? How can the temptation of the world be so brutally balanced that we try to help ourselves unnecessarily. And the mountains of gratitude cannot and will not be a part of the temptuous succession that we have claimed as reality. But isn’t that malleable? Isn’t it all circumstantial and aren’t we all made in the creative image of the one true creator that is the energy that surrounds us all and cannot be defined as t...

A day to daze upon the confusion of my disposition floats in my resistance to a dream come true. Thoughts of loving you and being sane could easily haunt me day to day, but my brain hides the good and expels the truth and I try so hard to extract the proof to prove the truth of the things I've seen and where I've been and why it matters in the scheme of things. Because bills and money consume my mind and nothing else matters until I take control of the cadence that I'm constantly trying to define, but it seems so hard and its not supposed to be. So somebody tell me what I'm doing wrong, because I try for the life of me to repress the bad thoughts and replace them with good and it seems never ending and uncontrollable and I tell myself no, but myself doesn't care and I try to be fair and repress again but my mind is thin and wearing down around the uncontrollable sound of the nonexistent matter that defines my correlation between whats real what matters and what is...

#4 in the "Letters To The Multiverse" series - #letterstothemultiverse - "Still No Reply"

#3 in the "Letters To The Multiverse" series - #letterstothemultiverse - "Mystified"

I have never really understood will power. I understand boredom. I think it's a waste of time to think about how boring your imagination is. You're so dull, you can't entertain yourself, but I get it. I've had will power, and I like to think that once you've experienced something, it increases your knowledge of said something. But when I weigh out the benefits of telling yourself what you want, and then sticking to it, it falls short on the scale next to living in the moment. Making crazy, off the wall, out of the blue, stupid decisions is part of being human, it's part of the human experience. I can't understand why people don't want to make bad decisions. It was one of "those days." The kind of emotional girl roller coaster days you'd see in a rom com where the girl is taking turns comforting herself in greasy french fries and Tom Hanks' love stories with whatever her name is with the orgasms, except there were drugs, and it wa...

I must make sure my face is clear before I go and get more beer.

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Lock me away and shut me up Come over here and fuck me up Drain me from you, gracious subdue Sip on the filth from your youthful cup Eat at horizons of reproductive hue Garner the past and admit the truth Devour my guts and throw me up Finish me now, let death ensue