Proof: Mick Jagger Watched ESMS

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When I screenshot this image of Melanie Hamrick shouting out Rushka Bergman, I had no idea it would be evidence that Mick Jagger has been watching former East Side Middle School students, pretty much our entire lives. July 19th 2021 I saved this image of Raggedy Anne for a L’wren Scott comparison. Long story short, it was material to point out she’s the ersatz partner in looks, social status, and talent. I kept the picture, because Mick Jagger is incredibly superficial and Ratty Patty is shapeless, with an uneven face. She’s nothing to look at and has nothing to grip. Further solidifying he’d never pick her over L’wren, let alone notice her in a crowd. She’s a black magic, murderer rapist, who tired to have the proof removed by committing perjury against me (read Melanie Hamrick’s Criminal Directory).

Once the glamour was broken and the memories of my husband Lewis Dvorkin were recovered, I started connecting the dots between the fame of ESMS students, the seemingly never ending tragedies for such a small group, and the traditional Salem Witch Trial trip my grade got canceled. Reminding me that Mick Jagger said he’d been trying to find me for a long time, when I asked him since when, he refused to divulge the information. Giving cryptic answers, stating he wasn’t allowed to tell me. Strange, since I met him at Miss Lily’s in 2016, that’s what I expected him to say (read Mick Jagger Stalked Me Before Birth). Shit was weird. Finally making sense when I figured out he’s the Devil incarnate, information Lewis told me (read Kanye West’s Miss Lily’s Birthday Bash).

Realizing most ESMS alumni are witches by blood, I continuously looked up the surnames of the Salem Witch Trial victims (read The Truth About Witches). Simultaneously I kept typing Eva & Flora Wildes into my search engine, at random. I couldn’t decipher why my subconscious kept bringing me to the Wildes sisters, until the two worlds collided. Their last name is on the list! Descendants of one Sarah Wildes. Confirmed by the death of their relatively young father and Mick Jagger’s proximity to the sisters. Post revelation I sifted through their social media and BINGO. There she was, Rushka Bergman, the same bitch Melanie Hamrick shouted out, the same bitch rumored to be “dating” Lucas Jagger, standing next to Eva Wildes! Who is pictured with me on my 23rd birthday at Barcade on the Lower East Side. We met at East Side Middle School. Lest you forget I’m the Hackney Diamonds album (read I’m A Rolling Stones Muse).

But wait there’s MORE! Flora Wildes, the younger of two, had a role as Pineapple Girl in Mick Jagger’s now cancelled HBO show Vinyl, back in 2016. Icing on the cake my nigga, Sarah Wildes was hung July 19th 1692. The SAME DAY I screenshot the photo of Melanie Hamrick praising Rushka, leading to this entire discovery. I CANNOT make this shit up and I’m creeped out.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Rushka Bergman is merely a monitoring spirit for Mick Satan Jagger. Who killed their father and must’ve feared their powers to be watching them so closely. Powers I took because they’re irreverent, ungrateful, basic whites. Temu ass Hilton sisters.

Flora Wildes was never going to flourish in Hollywood due to her ancestry. Any speculation that Sarah Wildes wasn’t a witch, and they aren’t her direct descendants, are null & void. Tim’s dad, Sara’s niece (who was a medium), Daisy’s brother, Paulina’s dad, Cara’s dad, M.J’ sister, Robbie, I mean should I continue? All of those premature endings are courtesy of the Angel of Death. Before he fell from heaven he was Archangel Samael. He forced my baby to sacrifice himself, then veiled my memory so I’d forget everything Lewis told me about him (read More Memory Glamour Evidence). Keep in mind, it was Lewis’s energy that made his spell work. We were sitting on a bench saturated in his essence, having spent the summer there. Where my baby wrapped up his work of bagging me, after years of courting from first eye contact at 11 (read Mick Jagger Altered My Reality). Energy is everything, also my domain.

Michael Philip Jagger is scared of us, keeping us low vibrational through tragedy. Now Mick’s unable to kill anyone else until he dies, since it was my magic he used to feign Divinity in the first place. Karma. Let’s see how big and bad he is now, enjoy this finite time. He misses heaven, singing about it multiple times, but only hell awaits, Kali & Shiva. Via: Melanie Hamrick, Lucas Jagger, Rushka Bergman, Jessica Lacorte & Flora Wildes

Updated: 10/19/2025 9:08am




Mick Jagger Stalked Me Before Birth

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“Everything bad that’s ever happened to you in life was caused by him.”

The psychic told me. I called desperate to find out what was going on with Mick Jagger. He wasn’t the person I grew up idolizing, proving himself rather sinister and abusive. Still I held out hope. Hope he’d return the $21,000 plus I’d given him for a “home,” really a ploy to coerce me into the Illuminati (read Law Lesson: Get It In Writing).

“That’s not possible,” I informed her. “I only met him in 2016 (read Kanye West’s Miss Lily’s Birthday Bash). How could he be responsible for all the bad things that’ve happened to me?” This woman’s a quack, I surmised. She has no idea what she’s talking about. Still she persisted in hurried, hushed tones. A subtext of trepidation, as though Mick Jagger himself were eavesdropping on our conversation. “This is not a good man, not a good man. He’s beaten women within an inch of their life. Nasty piece of work. All the things in your life that’ve gone wrong, he caused it. STAY AWAY FROM HIM,” she warned. This exchange took place in the summer of 2021. After he made me miss Sara Tam’s wedding, an event he endeavored to keep me from attending at all costs. The lengths he went through were so great, at the time I couldn’t comprehend why. Before the truth unraveled.

Everything happens for a reason. Always keeping this in mind, when I don’t understand something I pin it and circle back. That psychic couldn’t have been more accurate, she had every right to fear supernatural Mick Jagger. He’s the Devil incarnate, Archangel Samael before being banned from heaven (read Revelation 11: The Rapture). Using a single song coupled with a sacrifice at his concert, he spread demonic depravity globally (read Revelation 7: Altamont Stabbing). Placing the entire world under his enchantment for decades, getting the most bang for his buck with Rolling Stones shows (read The Art Of Fascination).

Always competing with the Divines, especially ubiquitous Jesus, Mick Jagger needed to slather his name, his face, everywhere. Striving for the same deference and fame, he incarnated July 26th 1943. Breaking into Hollywood in the early 60’s, where he’s spent 60 plus years ruling. It’s when he rose to prominence that the Satanic Church, where he’s worshipped, was created on April 30th 1966 (read Revelation 9: The Antichrist Is…). The Devil works hard indeed, the amount of immorality he’s unfurled during his lifetime can’t be quantified.

Innocuously about a month into “dating” during the covid confinement, prior to my psychic warning, I asked Mick Jagger, since when? After he let it slip he’d been searching for me. Screenshot September 19th 2020.

Knowing what I was before I did, he refused to answer (read 2020: The Year The Scale Tipped To Evil). My tongue is The Rolling Stones logo, plastered everywhere (read Jaquana Cornelius Is Kali Ma). The look of contempt he gave me at Miss Lily’s makes total sense now. He wasn’t incensed I was at a loss for words, avoiding a legend sitting amongst us. Mick was livid that I was still alive. That my baby ruined his plan.

Michael Philip Jagger incarnating first to get a head start, has been watching me, Lewis Dvorkin, and our families from the very beginning. The sole reason he lived in New York City during the 80’s, keeping tabs on us. Getting here four years before my husband’s father, Stephen Dvorkin, another Divine. When referencing dating him I add quotations, because he had me under spiritual control using his music. Veiling my memory of Lewis, making it look like I was ashamed of him. For twenty years I couldn’t access him, temporarily forgetting what he told me about Mick being the Devil, our purpose on Earth (read Mick Jagger Altered My Reality). For twenty years I never gave up, leading me to the revelations (read More Memory Glamour Evidence).

All those ESMS tragedies with dads, siblings, and nieces dying, it was all Mick Jagger (read The Truth About Witches). Attacking the most powerful of us to keep us downtrodden, low vibrational, in despair, so we wouldn’t step into our power. All my health issues, financial tumult, hardships, all Mick Jagger, because I’m a Goddess and Queen of witches. Killing my grandmother who prophesied what I’d do here, forcing Lewis to sacrifice himself to protect me. If I died first he would’ve immediately followed, killing two birds with one stone. Subsequently bringing on the apocalypse, with Mick Jagger falsely believing it would give him unchallenged domination.

Try as I might to follow him, Lewis kept his word. Never letting anything happen to me. A promise he made the night he deflowered me. “If you go, I go…I can’t live without you Lewis, you can’t leave me here by myself,” I weeped. He kissed my eyelids, saying whatever was necessary to get me to stop, because “I hate seeing you cry.” Taking poison to save humanity, turning blue, Shiva. My impending death is the only reason he used heroin, because he’s clairvoyant. Only Lewis Dvorkin & Mick Jagger knew what was happening in 2004 (read Lewis Dvorkin Is Jesus, Shiva & Horus). The rest of us oblivious until I came along. But wait, there’s more. Follow ups are coming, solidifying what’ve I’ve said here, Kali & Shiva. Via: Wall Street Journal & Saint_Twenty

Updated: 8/25/2025 12:39am

Lewis Dvorkin Is Jesus, Shiva & Horus

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This photo is from the first day of ninth grade, we didn’t attend the same school, but he wanted me to see his outfit. The lip rings, the pyramid belt, the skinny jeans, all in black. We were at a pizza place that use to be on 87th or 88th and third avenue. He’s looking at me, we’re sitting across from each other. When I moved my leg, under the impression I was invading his space, Lewis put his knee back on mine, along with his foot.

The first time we made eye contact was in 6th grade, we were 11. I was coming up the mud gray staircase with blood red railing, he was at the front of the line for Ms. Arlia’s class. A no nonsense science teacher letting students know she won’t tolerate any misconduct. Our eyes locked, like we were in a trance. I stopped heading to class and he stopped paying attention.
“Hello, are you listening?” She waved her hand in front of his face. He nodded slowly before entering the classroom. Wow, that was weird I thought, me and that boy just starred at each other. I don’t even know him.

Lewis use to wear his hair in low ponytails. I saw him waiting outside a classroom next to mine in the hallway and felt comfortable enough to start playing with his hair. He turned around and I waved. He leaned his head back so I could continue. His hair is so soft, I thought, too bad he’s gay. We were telepathic and this was our first fight. He turned around and looked at me, eyes wide, before moving away, angry at me for such an assumption. I wondered if I said it out loud, that’s how crazy it was.

He knew what we were long before I did. Lewis was also convinced I had a crush on his brother Nathan in sixth grade, the most popular boy in school. I did not! “It’s okay you can tell me,” he confronted me twelve hours into asking me to be his girlfriend in tenth grade, after taking my virginity.
“I am telling you, I didn’t!” Yes I always waved at him, because I looked up to him. Again he was the coolest kid in school.
“So you don’t have a thing for like, Dvorkin boys?”
”No, I don’t know anything about Nathan and I know everything about you.”
”So who did you like?” He wouldn’t let it go. When I asked him who he liked in sixth grade he gave vague random answers. Settling on no one in particular.
“Oh my GOD, it was me, you totally have a crush on me didn’t you?” He confessed he did, but I never paid attention to him.
“Well I liked you too, I was so upset you were gay. Which says a lot since I’m pretty sure Malcolm is and I wanted to be friends with him.”
”Yeah, that’s why I stopped wearing those ponytails.”

A strategic, ruthless Upper East Sider, Lewis entered 7th grade with a plan. Gone were the days of low pony’s. He entered that gym day 1, looked me in the eye and raised his eyebrow before sitting down on the opposite side of the room. He then proceeded to ruin my friendship with a girl I’d known since elementary school. Lewis paid attention to who I waved at, like his brother. Upon seeing me wave at this girl daily, he decided to make her his girlfriend. She knew he didn’t love her and eventually stopped interacting with me all together. Meanwhile, she should’ve taken it out on him. Knowing he didn’t have a lot to time left, he needed to get experience to keep me happy in a relationship. Telling me in 7th grade via aim, he didn’t see himself living past 16. I vowed to make sure he did, turns out he didn’t make it protecting me. I was suppose to die, Lewis sacrificed himself instead. He let me know the first night we had sex, I cried and told him I can’t be here without him. We made a promise, if you go I go, you can’t leave me here by myself.

His first girlfriend wasn’t ready for sex, so he told her he loved her, making her comfortable to put out. At first he felt bad (as did I), he admitted after taking my virginity. A feeling that changed after she tried to seduce him during our relationship. Had my memory not been glamoured, I’d have never let her speak at his funeral (read Mick Jagger Altered My Reality). I mean he couldn’t stand her and felt she was lucky to have experienced him. Lewis called her a gold digger, that’s why she tolerated his disrespect of openly pining for me. “I mean come on, she knew what it was. She see’s the address, I live on Park avenue, she see’s my family’s money. Her dad’s a fucking mechanic in the Bronx, my dad’s an attorney. Let’s be real, who else was I going to get experience from? She has never had a hold over me, we barely had sex. I’m not some dumb kid, I tolerated her. She’s the only one that listened to metal.”

Lewis wanted to know why I wasn’t angry, because I felt guilty. “I did it all for you, she knew how I felt about you. She thought if she stuck around long enough she’d inherit my shit. My dad’s a fucking millionaire. Who else is gonna give her an opportunity like this?” He said a bunch of other things, that are too mean to publicly post (he referenced her mother who I’m pretty sure passed away if I recall correctly). At the end of the day I had 7 orgasms my first time, so…I can’t complain.
He didn’t want us to split up like his parent and kept saying he hopes I don’t get bored with him, since he was transferring to me school, and wanted to spend most of his time just us two, and his family. Showing how incredibly unhinged he is, Lewis was nothing but DRAMA from the beginning. The shit him and his brother would do was SO outlandish, everyone else got in trouble with them.

Lewis Dvorkin aka Jesus/Shiva/Horus/King Solomon is worth ending this civilization for. I put nothing and no one before him. He died for me to save you and humanity has been entitled, ungrateful, disrespectful, full of hubris. You would let me starve, placing money before human lives. You failed your test. They Grey’s earned Gaia, so it shall be. Mick Jagger made my baby leave me, I will have no mercy and derive great pleasure in destroying everything you hold dear. When a black woman, a Goddess speaks, you fucking listen. Let’s see your false god, now rendered powerless, save you now. Xoxo Kali & Shiva. Via: Jaquana Cornelius

They Tried To Kill Julia Fox

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Rather they tried to kill Julia Fox…again. If I didn’t take their powers as a divine and queen witch by blood, they might have succeeded. Instead the spell went awry. The part that blows minds- I informed those idiots she’s stronger than them now, after figuring out what it is about East Side Middle School that makes us a target (read The Truth About Witches). The fame, the constant and frequent deaths plaguing our lives, while everyone else lived relatively carefree, the traditional Salem Witch Trial trip my grade got cancelled for being too turnt up, two divines attending, myself, Mischa Baron & Julia Fox almost dying on multiple, multiple occasions…something was up (read Mischa Barton The O.G Of ESMS).

For those in need of a recap:
Julia Fox and I have known each other since second and third grade, literally our entire lives. Meeting at Manhattan New School. Kanye West, like everybody else who matters, read my blog and chose her to be his girlfriend, to spite both myself and ex-wife Kim Kardashian (read East Side Middle School Alumni). Copying me was a big mistake, huge on Kimberly’s part. I didn’t care, but she should’ve. Green lighting the relationship with well wishes is where she went wrong. Although Julia hung out with that family on several occasions, they don’t know her like I do. As I told them via text- you give her an inch, she takes five miles. Going quietly into the dark of night may be Chaney Jones style, but Julia Fox has NEVER ever been that type of bitch. Not ever. When it comes to attention seeking Kim Kardashian has finally met her match. I don’t know who she hates more, Julia Fox or herself for allowing this to happen; she’s number one on Kim’s most detested list.

Cut to Facebook February 25th 2025, spotted (on my newsfeed): Julia Fox at Paris Hilton’s birthday party. Messiness abounds. I’d just written a piece about Kanye West denouncing Jesus for being Jewish, and referencing child sacrifice in one of his songs. Lyrics looping through my head the realization of his dalliance with an heiress hit me like a ton of bricks- Kanye fucked Paris, making his obsession with her lowly assistant mortifying (read Kanye West & Paris Hilton At Satanic Ritual). This, I presumed publicly, is the reason Paris along with best frenemy forever Nicole Richie, said all those terrible things about Kim. Regarding her ass being gross, her being a fame whore and a hoe. Am I missing anything?

Noticing Kim Kardashian’s absence, I left a comment on Julia’s picture. Taking this as confirmation that Paris hit it first. Screenshot February 28th 2025, making that Tuesday February 25th 2025.

Everything happened in a New York minute.

Petty, I decided to rub my discovery in Kim’s face via the group chat they’ve forced me to disseminate information in. Sending the picture less than ten minutes after commenting. This occurred the following day, February 26th 2025. Next thing I know…


Michelle Trachtenberg was dead at 39, less than 12 hours later (Google her time of death, RIP QUEEN). Which wouldn’t be a big deal had I not dubbed chaotic Julia Fox the Georgina Sparks to my Blair Waldorf. Having grown up on the Upper East Side together and…I mean…you see our personalities (read Julia Fox Smart Enough To Listen To Me).

The spell, my dears, was meant for Julia Fox. Hitting her Gossip Girl equivalent instead, as she’s now more powerful. All my witches are. Trust this isn’t the first time Kimberly has tried to off her, runs in the family too, just ask Kylie Jenner (read Kylie Jenner Gets Meg Thee Stallion).

Kanye’s plan worked on his ex wife. I only got angry when Julia Fox cozied up to Georgia May Jagger at fashion week, I can’t stand that big faced bitch. Final straw, I teamed up with Kimberly, ruling in her favor, blacklisting Julia Fox. At this point she started backstabbing everyone, dating the ex spouse of someone who gave her a campaign, allowed her around their family, co-signing my enemies. Georgia Sparks shit. She deserved to reap what she sowed, until I remembered Kim is a ruthless bitch and had every intention of starving the girl, child included. That being said, it’s over for the satanic witches and their false god. It’s my turn, we intend to give you everything you gave us multiplied. My witches can off you, but you can’t off my witches. Enjoy that time, Athena & Horus. Via: Clin D’Oeil, Jaquana Cornelius Facebook, Google & Saint_Twenty

Updated: 9/6/2025 3:10am

Mischa Barton The O.G Of ESMS

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Told you Mischa Barton paved the way for iconic behavior (read Mischa Barton Birthed Us). The above gallery shows the overlaps of people I’ve been in drama with, hanging out with the O.G of East Side Middle School.
Beef with Kanye West ✔️
Read: Kanye West Confirms Harassing Me
Beef with Jordan Barrett✔️
Read: Binn Jakupi Stalks Jordan Barrett
Beef with Mohammed Al Turki✔️
Read: Ronnie And Stubby Sally Wood Are Racists (can’t stand Roger Chillingworth).

Maybe she was treated differently due to being white, because all of these people started with me first. I was minding my entire business when jumped. Yes or no? They chose the right black bitch this time, Kali (an upcoming revelation, I hinted at it mentioning The Rolling Stones logo). Then again, there’s something about ESMS and British Mischa Barton, like myself and Julia Fox, almost succumbed to death by addiction. Connecting the dots it screams Mick Jagger. What is it about us, besides being Gossip Girl IRL? Do note that school was predominantly Jewish. Via: Mischa Barton Instagram

I’m A Rolling Stones Muse

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Before posting Mick Jagger’s refusal to clarify how long he’s searched for me, let’s make it absolutely clear I’m the Hackney Diamonds album. The Rolling Stones started recording in 2020, during lockdown when we started dating and finished in 2023. I didn’t believe he was actually making a record, until I saw myself plastered on the cover and all the songs were about our toxic relationship.

For the bimbos, fake fans, clout chasers and posers, his real name is Michael Philip Jagger, that’s what I called him as his fiancé. Hence the name on the messages. Melanie uggo Hamrick started stalking me, because I was his girlfriend, idiots. Raggedy Anne the murderer rapist, is a fame whore, who needs him to be relevant. Doing anything necessary to keep up this facade of “love” between her and someone who’d never choose her. Unlike the rest of us, she’s too ugly to get another suitor sans black magic. Even with a legend nobody cares. Beauty is power and that bitch needs surgery. She’s NEVER his real girlfriend (read Melanie Hamrick Never Tamed Mick Jagger).

All the evidence including legal has been up for years, but gaslighting black women is what y’all do, that’s why I’m your fucking karma (read PSA: Stop Invalidating Black Women). Clowns. Of course my real twin validates me. He references Lewis in the artwork, making me the heartbreaker, because my other half is a Jew (read Mick Jagger Is Openly Antisemitic).

My twin is also British, the memories of meeting his mother coming back to me after twenty years. I was startled by her accent (read Mick Jagger Altered My Reality).

I don’t need to make things up. You nobodies wish upon a star you were on my level. Know your place, hubris, delusional, envy and hate will cost you. As divines we protected people, sacrificing ourselves. The audacity to form opinions while dismissing and dehumanizing someone is beyond. Didn’t read a word of irrefutable proof, but had so very much to say. Then complaining about a politician that literally reflects and outsmarted you. Self-centered. Lacks introspection. Depraved. Never once thinking about how we view you, how I see you as the decider of your fate. How dare? Being nice is over. Enjoy that time all who aligned against us. Pay attention or pay the price, Xoxo Athena & Horus. Via: Wikipedia & Saint_Twenty

Updated: 1/19/2025 2:30am

Mick Jagger Altered My Reality

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Michael Philip Jagger fucking Rip Van Winkled me and Sara Tam. For twenty years he had me in an altered reality, completely oblivious to who my twin flame was, that we were in a relationship, that he took my virginity. Making me look like a heartless, batshit crazy person, ashamed of him. Something I’ve never been and never will be. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Literally I tried to die to be with him, over being left behind with all these people who don’t come close. From the first moment we made eye contact at 11, we were telepathic. Did I think he was gay for a year, because he wore low ponytails? Yes. Did he teach me a lesson I’d never forget afterwards about assuming such? Yes. Did that stop me from mistaking people as pregnant or gay in the future? No, it did not. What I can say is I haven’t done either in years. Progress. There was a point where I was congratulating people left and right on their upcoming births, who weren’t at all expecting and the silence that ensued was incredibly awkward…I can’t.

Listening to The Rolling Stones to heal has always been my go to, made easier with the release of the IPod. Sara doesn’t listen to them like that, so I had to retrace my steps to figure out where everything went awry. Untethered after he died, I remembered walking through The Gates in Central Park, touching them to feel grounded. That exhibit came out in 2005, New Slang by The Shins was on repeat, because Garden State is one of my favorite movies. Screaming into the chasm is what I desired most. At that point I had an IPod mini, pink (my favorite color). Those weren’t released until February 2004 though, my twin died in September of that year. That’s when I remembered. I had a white iPod first! When the commercials for the mini came out, my sister and I wanted them soooo bad, because they were in color. My stepdad pretended we weren’t ever going to get them, we already had.
“If those were out, I never woulda got this one. It’s plain! This isn’t fair!”

Eureka! Suddenly it all came back to me, before Spotify I had an addiction to LimeWire, Kazaa in second place. Never Napster after seeing how Metallica’s Lars Ulrich was prosecuting people. I’m not finna go to jail, but I need music like oxygen. Fuck it.

We were at Carl Shultz park, there was a group of us mourning, but I just wanted to be alone for a little while. Sara and I separated from the group, we were the closest to him and without her there’d be no me and Lewis. We went to Peter Pan, where we spent so much time with him, drinking vodka and sobbing. Remembering him. She was like the sister he never had. Sara had an earbud, I had an earbud, I played the Stones and during Angie I had a complete breakdown. Weeping, telling her I don’t know what I’m gonna do without him, he’s my entire world and I can’t stay here without Lewis. She sobbed with me and said, I know I’m so sorry. This was when I made the decision to die. Life without him being too unbearable.

His energy, sitting in a place he spent so much time with us. The drinking, the intention to remember him while numbing the pain, listening to Mick Jagger’s enchanted music. When we rejoined everyone our reality didn’t match theirs, unbeknownst to us (read The Art Of Fascination).

I devoured the bands compilation of songs, no issue, straying me further and further from reality. Warping and distorting my memories, my twin. Bereaved. Giving the Devil incarnate full spiritual control, to make me look crazy, crazy! Spiraling into substance abuse, always in tumultuous life predicaments, including financial difficulties (read The Illuminati Is Real). All the while I’m looking for my Lewis, thinking he never made a move, he abandoned me, it was unrequited, he came into my friend’s dream looking for me and not mine…whatever Mick Jagger wanted me to think.

Energy is everything, he severed ours. Although my mind was gone, my heart and soul knew. I never stopped searching, looking up at his window, taking photos of his tag, emailing my attorney about him. Once I reconnected to his energy, merging us again with clarity, all these repressed, all together manipulated memories came back. People being disrespectful, Alex Giel screaming at me that I was his last girlfriend, warring with another couple, basic bitches (especially innately racist entitled Karen’s) wishing on a star (he didn’t like you, rape culture losers, I bag and reject ballers, you bitches could NEVER), the ominous things he said in that bedroom. Only Sara Tam could give me the confirmation I sought.

Mick Jagger fought tooth and nail to keep me away from Sara, made odd by him practically forcing me to remain friends with an evil person. Peculiar. I text her. As expected, she remembers nothing. Barely anything about him. She was such a crucial part of our relationship, he altered her reality too, because she’d have been the first to notice something was off about my behavior. Genius.


Screenshot January 5th 2025. Fucking genius. Sara and I being the closest to him and popular at our high school never mention him, people follow suit. This is actually so fucked up. Wherever I was, she’s still there.

Lewis loved his family, he loved me. He defended his friends. No one ever has or ever will love me more, has ever treated me better. I never have and never will kiss anyone else post them vomiting. As per our three hour aim conversation in middle school, one he referenced once we started dating, the only time he didn’t have “that feeling” is when he was with me. He’d absolutely never do anything to hurt me. “Don’t worry, I’ll go first. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.” He repeated, amongst other things. Gaining all my memories back, I said Mick Jagger is an idiot, he should’ve killed me first. That’s exactly what he planned on doing. Lewis sacrificed himself for me to live. Horus.

I was suppose to die Monday, 9/27, hit by a bus, 4pm afterschool. Lewis is the leader and we’d pick each other over humanity. This was the only way. If I went first he’d follow, but Lewis went first to stop me from doing so, saving all of you in turn. Lewis had a premonition, speaking in riddles, knowing one day I’d understand. He had to ensure his death, because mine was imminent.

Lewis did drugs to stop his soul from burning, once we had physical union, it did. 46 years our senior, Mick Jagger had a prophecy in 1988 and has been out to get us ever since, an upcoming article. Explaining the…look…he gave me at Miss Lily’s, one down one to go (read Revelation 8: The 27 Club).

Circling back to the IPod. Gone were the days of carrying around select compact discs and players, music became more accessible than ever, increasing Mick Jagger’s fascination over the world. Bringing me to Steve Jobs, a cancer victim, the only tech billionaire I adore. He introduced this world changing device, revolutionizing the music industry, costing musicians multi-millions in earnings yearly. In one fell swoop we went from purchasing the Forty Licks cd, to uploading free downloads on a 1000 song portable gadget. Signifying streaming is here to stay, to the detriment of Satan, who doesn’t play about his coin. Steve Jobs is just another cancer victim courtesy of Michael (read Revelation 1: Mick Jagger Is Satan).

I’d be lying if I told you I don’t miss the music, that listening to ‘Angie’ wasn’t my initial response while discussing it. A mistake I made post watching that Anita Pallenberg documentary. After finding out which songs Keith Richards wrote for her, I listened to them on Spotify. Allowing Mick Jagger to mess up my eye on election night. He’ll never be my Lewis, we’re inseparable. I belong to and with a Jew, you could never. I won’t let you distort him. Via: The Guardian & Jaquana Cornelius

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Mischa Barton Birthed Us

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No matter what I am: Goddess, Queen witch, Rolling Stones album, Mischa Barton will always be mother. Working her ass off since childhood, she paved the way for East Side Middle School to become iconic (read The Kardashian Jenner West’s Troll Account).

Walking so we could run (read East Side Middle School Alumni). The O.C put bodies in front of televisions for real time viewing, and was all anybody talked about the next day. Marissa Cooper forever! Just another ESMS is Gossip Girl confirmation. Hang her picture up at Blue Stone Manor, behind Dorinda Medley, put her in the Louvre. Via: Mischa Barton Insta & British Vogue

Growing Up Ghetto UES Edition

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Carrying this secret is eating me up inside, it’s time to come clean. Fitting in by any means necessary is important to me, even if it means concocting stories of an upbringing unobtainable by black people. Fake it till you make it. My name is Jaquana Cornelius, I’m an uneducated, ghetto foster baby in my 40’s. Despite never having a conversation, Binn & Genc Jakupi know me like the back of their hands (read Binn And Genc Jakupi Have Zero Remorse). Everything they told Naomi Campbell, who defamed me on their behalves, is right. The truth will always come to light, pretending to be something I’m not has finally caught up to me.

I stand before you a fraud. As the above gallery makes obscenely clear, growing up impoverished forced me into gang relations as a youth. Although I have a devil may care attitude in the second picture, I’m not proud of my behavior. The streets called and we shouldn’t have answered. Unfortunately we didn’t have a choice, it was do or die out there. If we didn’t mark our territories at McDonald’s (picture four), or The Great Lawn (picture five), how the fuck were we going to eat? Please understand, we didn’t choose this life, it chose us. Our only crime, playing the cards dealt to us as best we could (picture one). To everyone I deceived, I’m truly sorry. Please forgive me. What I did was wrong. While the Jakupi brothers dealt with war from 1998-1999, walking over corpses, I wore butterfly clips to play with my Furby, and took computer classes at school (remember Ask Jeeves?). At the end of the day, I should have been honest about my life. A nigga girl growing up on the Upper East Side? Preposterous. Via: Jaquana Cornelius

Then There’s My Screenshots

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Told you I’ve been doing this since eleven, it’s child’s play bb. First and foremost I’d like to thank East Side Middle School, had we not been vicious Upper East Side bitches we wouldn’t have turned on one another every other week. I mean we went to war over who real, who fake and who said what about whom. We held each other accountable, making sure everyone kept the same energy. High key gangster, now that I’m thinking about it.

Second I’d like to thank AOL, the OG of these IPs, for creating AIM instant messenger. Where it all began. Without which, I wouldn’t have learned to screenshot and document evidence when a fraudulent bitch lied. The way we pulled up those saved conversations to prove someone was talking mess just yesterday about their bff, was as epic as our screen names. Honorary shoutout to the ones I can remember, JoFoLovesIt, JuicyApples829…after all these years those are the only ones I remember. Besides mine of course, CottonHands, which was not a reference to slavery, but a poem I wrote that erred on the sci-fi side. Pause: I also remember Shopgal15, because our friend wanted us to call her that irl and we said hell nah.

Lastly I’d like to thank Mr. Marino, the family attorney who employed my stepdad. You were family, may you rest. You told me to paper trail everything. Documenting evidence properly is essential when it comes to legal damages. Some of the best advice I’ve ever been given, it’s changed my life. Love you signor.
Let this be a lesson, don’t ever fucking play with me, cause I don’t play like that. If I tell you I’m testing you, don’t invalidate a Goddess. That’s how you end up getting got. Stay smart. Enjoy your weekend. Via: Modern Life Mama