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  it's not his name, is it? he doesn't know it sometimes there are some times but when he needed it, he knew it does one need to speak? or does one just talk somehow meaning intimate meaning, the rest politicks yet it's not merely diagnosis, is it Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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messy house

"cleanliness is next to godliness" we live in a situation where those who would help coz they're going through it, can't help & those who could help out of fear of contagion, won't help Publshed & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

i love carlton

  i can't quite bring myself to sing we are the navy blues but the waltz song is kouta in a battle of competing interests & headfrickery on a grande stylio community -- the heart -- wins for me ill always be a bombers fan a man who changes his team seems shady to me & my childhood was a war against dad's black & white so tonight i might raise a glass to my beloved father who suffered so much & sought to make ammends it was wild but we had plenty of heart so ill take gutsy over cute anyday im my mother's son so ill never say the words but tonight ill allow myself to think: go the blues! heh heck i might even think we're pretty mighty 😘 just don't let em sell us out to the property developers profit sure but people matter more up the housos! the end Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

food porn

  shopping at coles this constant ai surveillance "for our own safety" is the biggest load of crap ive ever heard mate, i care a lot more about me than u do! ur a fuckin recorded message & a camera for the slave drivers mal x

shapeshifter

i  am a beast i didn't used to  be i am a beast i don't know what happened to me but earlier i kept it hid till i took the blows from walking on eggshells eggshell walking for 55 years breaks a mind so now i shapeshift weather depending i scare myself when it's stormy & i scare others with my words for i have shell shock im constantly on edge i fly into fight or flight at the drop on a hat i am not safe to talk with & i don't feel safe around anyone else it doesn't matter who's involved it always ends in tears but one good thing about me is my bark's far worse than my bite folks know deep down im a softie that's why they keep on hitting so the spirits give me a special power to keep the pricks at bay can we talk properly now? please!

hello xx

  hello xx it's tough out there isn't it? i feel like im stuck in fight or flight perpetually moments of peace then the echoes of hatred come on top on me & im trapped everytime i leave the 'house' which is really a one room cell in the middle of the city all i can afford i know im lucky i have something but life without love feels like hell mal