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2018

Seeing is believing? Have you gone blind? It was NOT A ROCKET.

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An hour past sundown on December 22, 2017, an 80-year-woman in stilettos, a blonde wig, and a very tight cat-eye facelift runs into an endangered Barnes & Noble store in Marina Del Rey, California yelling of magnificence for everyone to look at the sky.✨

“Did you see it? Did you look?” she nods with complete confidence in what she had seen. Eyes wide and alert, she gains composure and speaks, “Aliens are here. They’ve finally come. Crazy shit.” She embodied the spirit of this dude below. The paper book shoppers thought, was it the facelift that made her look crazy or was she crazy? It never once crossed their minds that it could be true, that magic was real.

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Ho Ho Ho! There are 3 Types of Christmas Ho’s! Which are you?

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You can tell a lot about a Ho by her Christmas tree. From black angels up-top to Pottery Barn down below, there are three types of Christmas Ho’s.

Note: Don’t get a Christmas Ho twiest with a Tinder Hoe. Tres diferente!

Disclaimer: If you don’t identify with the Three Ho’s of Christmas, then you simply aren’t a ho. Nice job!👍🏾Maybe…

Other Note: Ho’s can me a combination of Ho’s and men can be Ho’s too.

#HoToo

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THE NEW YEAR – 2018 – When the ball really drops.

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“Lakshman lakshman lakshman ong ong lakshman. Now shake your hips as fast as you can, imagine gold, and let your kundalini rise! Chant this to get rich in 2017.” preached a white blonde “guru” sitting on a golden throne wearing a white turban.

In the dark, I hypnotically moved my body, my arms swung from side to side and I imaged money pouring down. The freedom to just move compulsively, to reach wide and fast and sensual as I felt, plus it was gonna get rich. I had become a hindu God, Ganesh, with slithering arms and an elephant’s trunk defying gravity. Every time I said the mantra “lakshman,” I could take myself into this mythological cave world filled with mountains of gold and the luck of the Irish.

Laksham!

Boom. Indian God in Ireland. Boom, I’m gonna get rich.

Laksham! 2017 Laksham! 2018 Laksham! Am I rich yet?

New Years Eve, the most lonely night of the year.

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