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Dear, not 🦌, Volkswagen,

I have been delaying this letter to you because the perfect letter existed in my online files. I am still locked out of my account that holds my important information. I need it to retrieve my online doc that had a formally written letter to you contained within its virtual chambers. However, I am now realizing that, after a month or so of trying, it will likely never escape its prison. Without too much aloof dancings around the subject I’ll put it up straight and forward, I want to travel the USA with you, and my dog.

I want to take a bus/RV like transportation ( which you have ) across the states in an effort to reconnect a wiser generation with a new and aspiring demographic I’m sure you have heard of called, Generation Z.

How you ask?

By demonstrating the economically friendly, time to reflect, digitally less, incredible road less traveled. It’s a route onward to a new destination across this beautiful country and includes some benefits for us both. Now I know you’re German and although a sea separates us, we’re all human who globally are seeking something better for our world today. Your bus represents something great in America. Scooby-doo, the 70s, That 70s Show. (See where I’m going?)

I want to believe that despite a dark horizon, a hope lingers in our future. It’s a hope that generation z is abundant with and it rests between the emotional and creative intellect of their inspiration. Their hope comes from what could be as they look forward into a time that reflects our past. A simpler time, free from digitally influenced passings of time.

I am no blind bat about todays society. I understand that we live in a digital world. I think there is a way we can bridge the divide between generations, politics, and religion. I believe it starts by creating a campaign that’s captures this unclaimed space of traveling by RV/bus marketed to gen Z. It’s a space catered to those seeking hope.

Properly put, it just makes sense.

You’ll receive:

- a video on how I DIY one of your Volkswagen Buses into a mobile small home.

- a “tour guide of America” made readily available for your distribution in any format of your choosing

- a new audience to grow and maintain for generations to come as lifelong consumers

What I need:

- a bus (obvi)

- your approval

- your trust… and maybe a credit card with limits

Together, we can bridge the divide between the generational scars my country now bares across its chest. We can help heal for a better and more accepting hope that our division is viewed by others as our most unique trait. I believe scars are not ugly marks from pain, instead they reflect a memory of time and a lesson taught by this going through this crazy thing called life.

You’ll also benefit me as I launch my new and exciting business. A marketing agency, Properly Digital Design, where creative strategies capture lifelong audiences and develop a better love.

Please let me know your thoughts!

#friends #healing #Volkswagen #roadtrip #recovery #gen z stuff #art #support #design #becomingproperlysocial

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I am seeking but one gift from life.

One gift of kindness to bestow itself on me before I go with her. What happened?

Hold my hand. Sit me down. Talk to me.

There's more to what is going on and what is going on is damaging my spirit. What's left of a spirit. The big secret. What is it? What does everyone know that I don't?

Please, I beg. Tell me.

PS I know it's overdramatic but I got people reading now, ya know?

but also... I'm begging. I know I didn’t make you up? Did I?

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Dear, not 🦌, Volkswagen,

I have been delaying this letter to you because the perfect letter existed in my online files. I am still locked out of my account that holds my important information. I need it to retrieve my online doc that had a formally written letter to you contained within its virtual chambers. However, I am now realizing that, after a month or so of trying, it will likely never escape its prison. Without too much aloof dancings around the subject I’ll put it up straight and forward, I want to travel the USA with you, and my dog.

I want to take a bus/RV like transportation ( which you have ) across the states in an effort to reconnect a wiser generation with a new and aspiring demographic I’m sure you have heard of called, Generation Z.

How you ask?

By demonstrating the economically friendly, time to reflect, digitally less, incredible road less traveled. It’s a route onward to a new destination across this beautiful country and includes some benefits for us both. Now I know you’re German and although a sea separates us, we’re all human who globally are seeking something better for our world today. Your bus represents something great in America. Scooby-doo, the 70s, That 70s Show. (See where I’m going?)

I want to believe that despite a dark horizon, a hope lingers in our future. It’s a hope that generation z is abundant with and it rests between the emotional and creative intellect of their inspiration. Their hope comes from what could be as they look forward into a time that reflects our past. A simpler time, free from digitally influenced passings of time.

I am no blind bat about todays society. I understand that we live in a digital world. I think there is a way we can bridge the divide between generations, politics, and religion. I believe it starts by creating a campaign that’s captures this unclaimed space of traveling by RV/bus marketed to gen Z. It’s a space catered to those seeking hope.

Properly put, it just makes sense.

You’ll receive:

- a video on how I DIY one of your Volkswagen Buses into a mobile small home.

- a “tour guide of America” made readily available for your distribution in any format of your choosing

- a new audience to grow and maintain for generations to come as lifelong consumers

What I need:

- a bus (obvi)

- your approval

- your trust… and maybe a credit card with limits

Together, we can bridge the divide between the generational scars my country now bares across its chest. We can help heal for a better and more accepting hope that our division is viewed by others as our most unique trait. I believe scars are not ugly marks from pain, instead they reflect a memory of time and a lesson taught by this going through this crazy thing called life.

You’ll also benefit me as I launch my new and exciting business. A marketing agency, Properly Digital Design, where creative strategies capture lifelong audiences and develop a better love.

Please let me know your thoughts!

#friends #healing #Volkswagen #roadtrip #recovery #gen z stuff #art #support #design #becomingproperlysocial

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***The stories you’ll find here is a documentation of how my mind functions as someone living with an anxiety disorder post isolation from COVID. I don’t know which scenarios are pieced together by my imagination, nor do I know which ones are real. You decide.***

PS I’m medicated now

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☠️ I’m OK With Her ☠️

I'm fairly certain without a shadow of doubt that I am dying. The big secret that everyone is hiding under covers of false friendship and robbery is actually a truth of death. An untimely tale of my younger self discovering late nights and cocktails finally resurfacing as father phantom himself. At least that is one of my theories to how I die. The other steamed from friendships appearing in the night.

Their purpose, to destroy and claim insurance. Somehow? I still struggle with the placement of those those tangled endings, but rest assured... I will solve this mystery novel.

It cant just be that everyone in the world hates me without warning. The suddenness of the event must have some explanation other than it being "just" or as is. Regardless of either theory of choice what I do know is this, I must be dying, and nobody wants to tell me the truth. I think I'm dying.

From the whispers my ears have gathered, I've about 3 months left. The only question remaining holding any resemblance of value is to one's end of life realization of two after life scenarios. Do I live at the highest level of transgressionally motivated play, or do I bow before the creator, also my destroyer? Have my high times and rolling reaping of fun finally seen their end of days? Or, is the one responsible for my mother's salvation and my lifetime of shame and guilt the one I must become? The one I confess to in my end of days? It's a decision that throws stone into water and creates ripples into my eternity, quite possibly.

Death. I've accepted her. Death that is, in full positive thought of her in fact manifesting as she and not he, contrary to society's rhetoric. I've accepted her in my next friendship. The final friendship, thankfully, after realization upon an unwrinkled smile and tender hands and feet walking with her nearing.

Hand and hand we will walk into what's next because I am overwhelmingly ready for this moment. Not over for my own harm to oneself. My sense of self, having "fought the good fight" as they say. I've fought. I've played. I've thrown the dice on the game board we call "life's journey" and I am done. I'm tired. I'm worn. Losing 3 spaces and moving behind after trying so hard I'm craving a moment where I can just, be. I'm giving in and am ready for her. Walk with me. My late nights of tear stained floorboards have led me to peace with what's to come. I'm at rest with this.

#death note #im ok btw #darkness #contentment

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Here’s why Elenor Street is relevant:

PalmerATL.com was my first domain I ever purchased but never renewed…. Is someone messing with me?

https://trello.com/b/ixGLJqet/palmeratl

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The Home on Elenor Street

🏡🏠🏡🏠🏡🏠🏡🏠🏡🏠

I hear you. I have heard every whisper this whole time. I may not have every piece of it together but what broken fragments of lettering was woven into my brain still seems valid in my mind.

Those rumors, the ones in the summers grass, could it possibly be that after so much bad there is actually an even greener summers lawn on the horizon? A pasture so rich that I would seem that all of my suffering would have been worth it? I've finally paid my dues and been forgiven by, what is... the vortex of perpetual darkness and tear drop lonesome? The place I've been living. My unwelcomed dwelling may actually become my safe haven and home?

The home on Eleanor Street? Has my guardian been picking up the pieces of my scattered thoughts and placing them neatly across a display for my future, aligned for production? The ones who destroyed me may have actually been the ones who saved me? In which case, I apologize from my deepest and darkest heart caverns. It's a place I don't like going but often visit at this time on my life.

My uncle, the wedding, palmerATL; the latest of what's heard through lying walls. The same walls who's rumors originally destroyed me. Could this have all been worth it. With so much bad this has to be the good, right? Who wants to give me a ride?

#hope #but maybe #grassisgreener

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"I Wanna Hold Your Hand" - The Beatles

I need one person to hold my hand for just a second and say "you're overthinking." If I had that then I wouldn't be this way. The ones I trusted with this task, in fairness, were not aware that I had entrusted them with the undefined title to assume so much responsibility. Regardless, they have left me worse than I was prior to my downfall... and that is why I am f*cked up. I don't know what happened or why I ended up like this. I don't understand why I drew the short straw this time but I am embarrassingly desperate for answers as to why. A series of "whys," really. Which, again, revive the necessity of "just one person to hold my hand for just a second and say 'you're overthinking.'" I'm sorry I'm this way. But I can't help it. I'm sorry I've embarrassed many of you, but it's not me, it's someone else I'm trying to kill so I can come back. Then again, may there is no "back," but a new direction is required instead. I don't know the answers. What I do know is that I just want to be me again and I need time to make it back from this planet I'm living on now. So please give me that time and understand that I don't mean to be this way.

#music #art #recovery #healing #mental health #friends #support