Aiming for the look

 Let me play logic without being so too rational......

If all people have the right to extended lifespan, with work and shelter, they might as well have been married when they have become millionaires.

When they are millionaires, life is good to approach what they have always wanted for a perfect mean of existance.

Perfect mean of existance is to be surrounded by our idealization of perfect world and society.

Perfect world and society was idealized when we were young, and our spouses' nieces were babies.

We look up to the youngsters, and we aim to feel young. We reach such dream by usage of nanotechnology (sometimes it is not from a genuine source).

Meanwhile, societies in general Harmonizes our hearts and jokes with our transsexualities to improve business.

There is no prejudice to men and women marrying younger people. The whole situation occurs when the youngster is used by means of promoting the other wives and husbands only because they are still young and fresh, and get none.

(Fresh Prince of Bel-Air - Will Smith was Ashley's future boyfriend, secretly dating Hillary, who was in love with Geoffrey (or with her "uncle", if moreover she was the niece and Will was her "cousin"). For some time people joked about First-lady Hillary being in the White House, because Fresh Prince Hillary's used to do all the dirty work herself - and the First-Ladies of North America haven't been far from great. I wonder who's to hold President's Biden hand next glance).

To Mr. Steve F. - babe, I am aware of your love for me. But you whiskey too much and the girls fill your ears with nicknames of thrilling conclusions upon the alcohol and clight (cling, clit and flight). The girls call you up with a bunch of nicknames and slangs that remind you of the cleverest chats you had together with them, and you believe that if you remember how they convinced you that you loved me instead of them, and that you were there only for the drugs, you would then use this smart argument you had with her, over me, for me to convince you of the same conclusion. They are a mob, working together and they are nacotraffickers. So, Mr. Steve F., sincerely you have so many friends, I will have to quote Ms. Gila: "the person who gave command against the sniper over President Kennedy's car should have been Koreans who wanted market in the city. They were saying - it is my turn to be first-lady". Honeslty, nothing against Koreans, but right after, the niche of Koreans in New York was manicure, under appointment, and without nail pliers. Inclusive, this city is filled with pakistanese pliers, that mobs like these send here. Mr Steve, you failed (and if you go limp at the day of the wedding again, you will have to return the wife once more and sweep the floor of skanks again, to pay for the cake and for the yellowed dress)

Love is a thrill of a road for which we know how we feel, but we don't know if it's okay. When it is okay, it is not quite certain for the heart or for the height. When we put on weight, love fades, and still, it don't disappear. We kiss doves and embrace carrier pigeons. We swear it was meant to be when we tell love they can't be lovers, and convince lovers they are our true love. If you don't fight for your survival, you may not cheat love itself. As it goes, some are patient, some wear strategy. Some infilter the homes of the kindness. The old men, always have a new mistress, trained by the old bitches, it's an army. If they say they love your new partner, they want either jail or mental hospital for us, and you into bankruptcy. You will ask then: oh, no! oh, no! What have I done wrong? they say: Baby, baby, baby.....I was in love too, but my love was in other suit. Way before you said you wanted a new beginning. Way before you accepted my offer. I loved, I loved a season of spring or autumn. I loved watching the birds making love on the nest above my head. Each love I loved watching, was the love I never had. Then you came, and you proposed, what could I say? I said yes, but I never forgave you, for having proposed me in the first place.

I luv you, ok. I am kinda crude, rude, but I am not a bad person. Just a little bit blue and sorta bitter. I am fat, but am losing weight, maybe an orca, oh, if I am the killer whale, may justice be made against the evil. I believe the USA practices justice because only when the criminals are punished, the citizens are free to produce. In Brazil, we spend 25 years as victms of crimes by the same criminal, he invades our building as a "neighbor" and victimizes us through all this process of arresting, usually he makes a criminal organization of hate against the same victims, only one person is judged and condemned, they take up to 30 years maximum in jail, stay there for only 6 years, of which the victim is threated by their friends from jail, and after they are released, they have the entire mob from jail to kill the victms. Thus the reason why President from Brazil, Jair Bolsonaro, asked for help from Interpol, through Former Presdient Donald Trump, to avoid mobs in Brazil, because it has been proved that all development in terms of Agribusiness and Commodites come from Brazil and the world is stuck in many aspects, because we can't produce, being held back by mobs. I am not a mean whale, though I am black and blue. I am sad. a sad fat unloved widow.

Leave me be and don't criticize my mood swings.

All best,

Thaís Fernanda Ortiz de Moraes