I have this artistic way of losing you in translation

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I had a semi silly morbid conversation with my beloved long life treasured friend at work today while I was giving her a manicure pedicure..for most of you who know me personally, know, that I have and speak my own language along with a list of marcieisms that correspond within this beautiful dialect and terminology..its to the point that if you need a translator to understand me, it means were not that close that you havent been able to pick up on it naturally..

sometimes, I have this magical ability out of no where to say something really smart, like real dictionary word stuff that is right on point, surprisingly and profoundly enough.. then ( drum roll) I have this artistic way of losing you in translation, breathing out words that I have somewhere heard, stored, filed and courageously delivered outward that I unintentionally make my own, creating the eccentric art of the marcieism..

im a professional at it to be quite honest, enough that there are actual people who understand my language enough that help real it back in and clarify the term I was supposed to use that somehow i made my own..they actually are so special that sometimes it sends waves of snorted laughter around a conversation making you laugh till you cry..some may cry simply because I have single handedly destroyed the “English” language, which I apologize for, but not so much..

so my girlfriend and I had another one of the golden marcieism moment today when I tried my hardest to sound smart and instead screwed it leaving her to smile laugh and snort instead..it got me to thinking and requested for her to speak about this upon my physical death in the far far far future because how could this not be eulogized at a memorial about me..seriously

I think my whole life I have had an entire language dedicated just to me, for me, by me actually..i know there are A LOT of you out there who would love to edit and red pen the shit out of my pages, and im totally cool with that, because I don’t give a fuck..i decided when I went to the kabbalah healer because this was an deep rooted issue for me, that in truth it doesn’t change the essence to who I am and the love and laughter that I spread because of it..

so hi my name is Marcie and i am an English language defect and I don’t really care..peace love faith hope ❤

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