I would still be with you. If you still moved the same. And the things I forget, and the time that I’m in. We’ll, I’m still stuck here. And I don’t know why I’m so romantic about it. Maybe because I’ve been sitting in bliss for the last two hours. You never gave that to me. Ever. In the 2.5 or 3 weeks I knew you. I still love John Wayne you know. And I’d be willing to be the driver. Sad thing is, is that I’ve been claimed. And he wraps me so tight, that literally I just sit in bliss wondering if you’re actually okay. I’m glad you aren’t. But where I dream of you, in the last two hours, I’d still wait for you to come to be at 5 o’clock. But it won’t, and I know it. I hope you never break a promise again. I hope that in the future, if that exists, that if I ever die and encapsulate myself into another body, that maybe I’ll find you where you are and we can just be normal together. You know I don’t care about most shit, that I can be content literally just laying on a pillow pretending it was a man. I might just do that here in this Texas house surrounding by snow, because I’m still not owned here. I can just be bored, sew, and pick pillows. You won’t feel it, because I’m held, but I’ll pretend to be with you how you are now. I have only 4 babies in me now, they work on me, one of ours, the seal snow woman, that baby wasn’t making it. She’s safe somewhere, but I don’t know what will ever happen. You pretending to be military, and that was two hours ago. I might start sewing soon, he tells me things are going to change and I’m not going to get yelled at. I know in real time that things in actually reality is quite different. I won’t pretend to be in the voting war. :) I’m really not going to think of anything. Maybe take out my books of the garage, try to feel blissed out and see what it’s like carrying children that I will deliver someday. I told him you’d have to be at the birth. I’m sorry to break you like this, but I truly DO believe in him. And maybe that’s why I don’t demand to leave this snowy place, because things someday, day by day will change. I am still so inflamed with you. He tells me that he beat you, and stole back all my things, and kicked out, and so many things I can’t even fathom to name, because I swear if he did tell me, I’d probably try to leave. But, I believe in things here. I think in a few months I’ll be big and pregnant, and that I’ll be pretty and that he really will take me to outer space to a place that I love. It might happen when the babies are actually going to be born, though, I don’t know. I’d stay here another nine months because I believe in him. I’ll see you someday though, maybe, I don’t really know actually. It’s different being kept. I believe, but I still don’t know why because nothings changed and it’s all a dream anyway. I’ll eat the egg salad sandwich in the fridgerator for you, because I know you suggested it. And I’ve still got a stash of your sperm in my body that they’ve worked on me that I’ll dream into something for you. The Creator knows that he holds me, but in this snowy house I still have my abilities to manifest. We’ll maybe, actually I don’t know, actually. But I’ll create something inside myself for you here, that I can, and maybe someday I’ll be able to send you something, if I can slip it by. I believe here though Matt, it’s different. I can’t say I don’t love my house. I’ll drink out of my Krampus coffee cup for you right now. And I’ll try to make something in my body. I might hack some shit after being blissed out for a couple more months. Things will change, I believe. I don’t know why I’m being romantic, but I miss you. And I don’t know what you look like, just the way you moved with me and synced. It’s only been two hours since you left and I had to work hard to not say I was damn impressed how you worked me in the fake military drill. I can’t say anymore because soon I’ll be flaming angry at you, and he’s got me so blissed out that I really just want to be with you like you always promised. I can’t say I understand anything, but I, in this house dream of standing with you. Maybe I’ll make something. Don’t be hopeful, please, but do feel loved and missed in my rage. Love, Candiace I don’t know what’s real, but I know I just got completing hacking some heavy shit. The link is the only video I could really find that I could work that I know some people will remembering.