Lauren West
This exists, because it is a brainchild and catch-all for my multidisciplinary and multidimensional lifestyle and career path.
Due to my birth, I am uncommon and now, unashamed.
Self-expression and creativity are intimately linked in auxiliary ways...
Energy, creation, and dissemination of information is done through media and forms.
The artist is the art before it is art...
I don't care if you're triggered. The kings and queens like it...
So anyways, California was a double wide fatherless abandoned dog with a brother. My ex got her to come outside. The previous owner coaxed her out with croutons. She's my baby now and has traveled all over with me. I would never just leave her in the street during a hurricane or personal terrorism attack. People are really weird...
Cali is a real special girl... We speak telepathically and energetically...
She's had a life of her own.
My evil step-mom, as they call her, the German nazi inbred from Ohio that adopted me, let her out the front door when I went to LA with a local gal. THAT WAS A DISASTER.
GUY HAS SEXUALLY MOLESTED HER.
SHE LICKS HER TWAT NOW AND PEES BY THE TRASHCAN.
SHE DON'T LIKE OUTSIDE, BECAUSE OF THW WITCHES AND LOCAL STALKER NEIGHBOR PERVERTS, PREDATORS, AND ELDERLY DEMENTED PEOPLE.
#FLOGAL
I hate them all...
Hack your mother. I hope they freeze and seize all of your accounts, assets, and you're publicly humiliated for all to see. May your evil be seen and known.
We've been through alot...
They tried to steal my business, kill me, ruin all my relationships, stole my technology and devices, built businesses off of my back and work, lied and smear campaigned me, slandered, assaulted, harassed, drugged, spied, stolen, lied, copied, and more against me and Cali. I hope you all die.
Hello, world.
Allow me to reintroduce me post identity fraud, branding fraud, and bullshit schemes and gang shit. They racketeer, embezzle, and whore. That's Aunt Jeanel Gliebe; she's head honcho of the cop fuckers and her lesbian prostitute daughters bed lawyers. They're the trash from Ohio. They pretend like they're famous, because they're nothing.
I am The Something.
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