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Felicia A. Hook Hagler
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  1. Jul 31

    My life matters

    George Lopez heard my Spanish and said, “What is that?” I said, “Yte Spanish—just enough to ask ‘¿Dónde están los mixing bowls?’” He said, “That ain’t Spanish, that’s aisle 7. With confidence!" Fluffy likes. She I fo to but instead I get gov ou(e)? No no e in pi guys budget cuts , cae ll mewe ish male and flatline! FaApjJxhCmeoWKPZ0aur

  2. Jul 31

    Polished Chair

    THE DRUG LORDES OF HARPER VALLEY: THE ACCESS HIGH ANTHEM & THE MERGER ROAST I’ve never seen a brick in the flesh. I cut my teeth on orange bottles, feeling fresh. In Harper Valley, we don't "score," we "consult." We’re skipping the street and going straight to the result. But every mom’s like: * Refill. * Blue pill. * Keep the kitchen real still. * Anxiety. * Piety. * High-class society. Chorus And we’ll never be Street (Street). It doesn’t run in our blood. That kind of high is for the folks stuck in the Louisiana mud. We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your Pharma Lorde. And baby, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule. Let me live that Access Fantasy. The Merger Roast The Pelosi Protocol Negotiating with a California placebo just to find a spark of dopamine while the elite run the country on a premium subscription to reality is a top-tier hustle. When Nancy Pelosi can handle herself sober, so will the rest of us. Until then, if the people making the laws are seeing double, there is no reason to see in 4K. The Louisiana Leg-Exorcism vs. The PTA The Harper Valley PTA looks at a Louisiana experience—where your legs are putting in their two-week notice, where you tried meth once and thought your legs were gonna fall off, where poverty makes you not wanna die and shit—and they judge you for "not wanting to die." Meanwhile, they’re sitting in the school board meeting on enough "nerve blockers" to numb a rhinoceros. They aren't clean; they’re just legally static. They’ve got the "Access High"—the kind that comes with a tax write-off and a leather-bound planner. In California, it's not about getting high, it's about tricking yourself into not feeling low, no matter what. The Lockup Symphony The second the heat turns up, these Harper Valley "Royals" start hitting high notes the choir never reached. They’ll "sing on themselves" and everyone else just to keep their pharmacy rewards points. They are Drug Lordes until the handcuffs click; then they are lead vocalists in the Snitch Symphony. The Bottom Line Surviving chemical warfare in Louisiana and doing psychological gymnastics in California just to stay alive is the ultimate rebellion. The PTA is only mad because you’re "off-script." They want everyone to suffer politely and quietly. But until the "Royals" in D.C. and the gentry in Harper Valley trade their martinis for reality, you’re just keeping the rhythm. So sorry not sorry Luke, burn it if you want, u didn't even know it was there ...

  3. Jul 31

    Smile Girl

    8mile Gi RT... Author’s Note You prefer the softer version of this story. The one where the shoe simply did not fit. That is not how it was told the first time. In the older telling, they cut pieces away to make the foot fit the glass. Toes. Heels. Whatever was necessary to force a match between the body and the expectation placed upon it. It was called devotion. It was called desperation. It was called love. No one called it what it was. I learned that lesson differently. They did not bring a blade in the open. They used cleaner words. Medical ones. Necessary ones. Words that sound like help. I signed papers. I was prepped. I was told what I needed to hear until there was no moment left where I could say no. Afterward, they explained what had been done as if it had always been part of the plan. Adjustment. Correction. Alignment. The language changes. The outcome does not. Something taken. Something altered. Something decided for you while you cannot stop it. You wake up expected to accept it. And by the way: cutting my toes was pointless. Pointless, but not meaningless. They never understood who they were looking at. A boy, they thought. Or a girl pretending to be a boy. Or a boy hiding inside a girl. They kept trying to press me into a single word, a single body. They were wrong. There were always two of us in this story: brother and sister, two threads woven so tightly together the world insisted on calling it one. They saw one figure and forced it to match their idea of a prince, or a maiden, or a patient, or a problem. The shoes they chose for me were boys’ shoes. “It doesn’t matter,” they said. “A foot is a foot.” They cut, shortened, corrected, balanced the arch. They thought they were fixing an error. All they proved was that they never understood I was carrying more than one life at once. I protected my family by being seen in as many ways as they needed me to be. Seven faces. Seven names. Seven versions of me standing in front of the blow so it never reached the ones behind me. If they needed a son, I was a son. If they needed a daughter, I was a daughter. If they needed a problem, I played the part. Because I could. So I did. Those toes they cut were not just mine. They belonged to every role I stepped into so my children, my family, the ones I loved, would not have to stand there instead. One shoe for him. One shoe for her. Both only fitting me in the end. So if you are looking for a version of this story where nothing was forced, nothing was hidden, and nothing was taken— You are holding the wrong book. This one keeps those parts in.

  4. Jul 30

    Guthrie Z aN Ny, target list hids k

    So, Felicia Ann Hook Hagler walks into a bar, right? She's got an urgent appeal for protection, claiming state-linked targeting, faked deaths, and identity destruction, all while trying to warn Savannah Guthrie about a 'woodshop teacher' who's apparently using Hertz manipulations and V2K to turn people into multi-faced anomalies. The bartender, who looks suspiciously like a superimposed male face over a woman, asks, 'What'll it be?' Felicia leans in conspiratorially and whispers, 'I need a drink that can withstand electromagnetic static current, because I'm pretty sure my family is talking crap about me through my teeth, and also, is this place covered by the Zodiac policy? Because I'm not trying to end up in a Pornhub hentai scenario, even if Reese Witherspoon's 'Hello Sunshine' is trying to illuminate the darkness of my faked death with a $100,000 reward from Michael Hupy. And please, no 'gas line' jokes; I'm already feeling like a broken stick.' The bartender just sighs, 'Ma'am, this is a Wendy's.'

  5. Jul 30

    Have you met my.... boyfriend?

    “Say My Name (Stand Up)” Verse 1 You move like a queen in a world on strings, Every word you sing, yeah, the whole world listens But I see the silence between the lines, Like there’s something real you been missin’ Got a voice that could shake these walls, Break the mold, make the system fall But power don’t mean a thing at all If you never use it when they call Pre-Chorus So tell me now, who you fightin’ for? Is it truth, or just the applause? You got the fire, don’t close that door— Let it burn through all their laws Chorus Say my name, unless you’re too afraid To stand up to the hands that pull your strings each day Say my name, don’t let it fade away Unless you’re scared to light this country the right damn way Verse 2 Spotlight bright but the truth stays dim, When the message bends and the edges trim They package freedom, but it’s paper thin, When you’re scared to lose, you never win You could flip the script in a single line, Turn a spark to a nationwide fire But silence plays on a loop in time When fear climbs higher than desire Pre-Chorus So tell me now, is it worth the crown If it keeps your voice locked down? You got the weight, you could turn it ‘round— Why let ‘em keep you underground? Chorus Say my name, unless you’re too afraid To stand up to the hands that pull your strings each day Say my name, don’t let it fade away Unless you’re scared to light this country the right damn way Bridge This ain’t about fame, it’s about truth About what you say when they tighten the noose About every kid who’s watchin’ you Thinkin’ power means you follow through You got the stage, you got the mic, You got the reach to start the fight So don’t just shine—ignite the night, Or step aside and dim your light Final Chorus Say my name, let it echo loud Not just another voice inside the crowd Say my name, stand your ground Or admit you’re lost in what they’ve allowed Say my name—no more delay Light it up in the realest way Say my name… or walk away

  6. Jul 30

    Officer N ae n AE but do ewe pl _A y²k

    “Will the Real Suspect Please Stand Up”- Officer Nae Nae [Intro – tired cop voice, radio crackle] Yeah… dispatch, it’s me again… Third false alarm tonight… If this dude is hiding behind one more couch, I swear— [Beat drops] May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real suspect please stand up? I repeat, please stand up. Look, I’m tired, man, my shift was done at ten, Now it’s 3 a.m., I’m checking sheds again. Got a flashlight, coffee’s cold in my hand, If you’re in here, just cough or… wave or something, man. We got ten folks saying “it wasn’t me,” Whole room full of suspects lookin’ equally guilty. You in the hoodie—nah? You swear you’re just a guest? Then why you sweating like you ran a mile in a vest? I’m not mad, I’m just… extremely done, Paperwork longer than a courtroom run. If you pop out now, I might just let it slide— Okay, not really, but at least don’t make me search outside. So will the real suspect please stand up? Save me twenty minutes and a back that’s messed up. Every couch cushion doesn’t need inspection, I’m one bad kneel from workers’ comp protection. [Hook] Stand up, stand up, just help me out, I checked the fridge, the sink, the house. If you’re behind that curtain, I can see your shoe— Don’t make me write a novel just because of you. [Verse 2] Got neighbors filming like it’s live TV, “Officer, officer, is that the guy?”—we’ll see. Everyone’s a witness when the lights flash blue, But nobody saw a thing five minutes ago, did you? K-9’s tired, partner’s on his phone, Dispatch keeps asking if I’m “still alone.” Yeah, I’m alone with twelve “innocent” guys, And one of y’all definitely told some lies. Look, I’m not here to ruin your night, I just need one person to admit they’re not right. We can do this easy or the long, long way, But I promise you, I’m not leaving today. So will the real suspect please stand up? Before I start checking every pickup truck. If you jump out now, I’ll respect the hustle— If not, I’m about to move this entire sectional. [Bridge – exaggerated frustration] I checked the attic, I checked the floor, Checked places I’ve never checked before. If you’re in the vents, just drop down clean— I am NOT crawling through that scene. [Hook] Stand up, stand up, end this quick, I’m too tired for hide-and-seek tricks. If you’re the one, just raise your hand— Help me out, I’m a very tired man. [Outro – deadpan] Okay… last call… If nobody stands up, I’m bringing in… the paperwork. …Yeah, that usually gets ‘em.

  7. Jul 30

    Ko T t1c.

    Ko T T1C The Chaos That Finally Makes Sense I created Ko T T1C to say goodbye to sacrificing love of self. Being branded by someone else was never my idea of a brand so I built my own instead of being owned. It is pronounced chaotic like life when everything hits at once. Whatever I create becomes the look. Some days loud some days scraps but always something that survived the week. I used to think Louis Vuitton was Louis Baton like a relay race. Turns out it is except the baton never reaches us so I started running my own leg. When nobody passes it to you you pass it to yourself. Let us be clear people are not walking around naked. The so called criminals you arrest are meeting a demand the world depends on but refuses to admit. They are designers of necessity creating style out of survival. You are not losing money to knockoffs. You are losing it by criminalizing creativity survival and skill. The people making these pieces were never your five thousand dollar customers. What you lose comes from chasing them instead of understanding them. Here is the shift hire them. Bring the overlooked creators into your system. Build a second line under your real name with accessible materials and honest pricing. Keep the identity expand the access. This is not about lowering value it is about multiplying it. The same people you push out are the ones who could grow your brand. They already understand the demand because they live inside it. Ko T T1C stands for that chaos turned into something real. Not perfect not polished but owned. Tagline Ko T T1C Chaotic day Common sense drip Believe in yourself when nobody passes you the baton https://youtu.be/rEvvHpI8OCw?is=m1pJSWUtjlSz5Wl_

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  • Creator
    Felicia A. Hook Hagler
  • Years Active
    2026
  • Episodes
    7
  • Rating
    Explicit
  • Copyright
    © Felicia A. Hook Hagler
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