AMC theaters recreating MAGIC moments by reopening in August with 15 cent tickets

by Kissy Denise - The Masterpiece | The Goddess of Love & Motivation | Aug 13, 2020 | 0 comments

You can’t buy anything with a penny these days, but if you put 15 pennies together, you can buy a ticket to an AMC movie.

This is absolutely the best news I’ve heard all day. Even though technically, nothing beats out the laugh I got from watching Lil Boosie go from telling a chick to put it on the glass, to begging Mark Zuckerberg to reinstate his instagram account.

I hope MEN take advantage of this shift and take a woman to the movies.  August 20th is officially take a woman to the movie’s day.  IF you want to get out of the house. #KissySaid

All too often women haven’t been to the movies in years. All too often romance and producing good memories in a woman starts with something simple like taking her to the movies.   It’s something that charming men tend to do.

Will you be going to the movies on August 20th? How many girls do you have to choose from?

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The Truth: How Basic Bitches Kill Dreams And Ruin Lives

by Kissy Denise - The Masterpiece | The Goddess of Love & Motivation | Sep 16, 2019 | 0 comments

I love everyone, except basic bitches.  

WHY is that? Because man, all my life I’ve had to fight. Fight against basic bitches. They make life hard for those who want to do something with their lives.

You can always leave it up to a basic b*tch to shoot down whatever positive, motivational, non-basic thing someone wants to do. A basic b*tch is known for telling you to be basic.  Like telling a sophisticated barbie chick, that she’s materialistic cause she likes Chanel and Loubutins.  Meanwhile, basic b*tch will be walking around in ugly azz Ugg boots, trying to get you to spend $55 bucks, on some basic, cheap azz, polyester bag, that she’s selling on her basic azz website.  Basic b*tches are annoying AF, and super judgmental.

Basic b*tches talk so badly about go getters. They are the world’s biggest dream killers. Always telling someone what they can’t do, and trying to drag you into being as simple, basic, and plain as possible.  These bi*tches actually leave the house in a t-shirt, and leggings on a daily basis.  They own more sandals than they do high heel shoes. Men don’t gawk at them at all. They all blend in and swear that makes them a more valuable woman.

Don’t let them walk in the PINK store to buy an outfit or get them a lil Michael Kors purse. Ohhhh, she thinks she’s stunting hard.

Basic b*tches were the girls in high school would tease you if they learned that you had any kind of sex that wasn’t missionary position in a comfy bed.

Half the time a basic b*tch will even brag that she doesn’t give blowjobs. Basic b*tches take mad pride in being a basic azz mate. They convince you to sexually repress yourself and stop exploring.  Yet, let the cable guy tell a basic b*tch that she’s cute. Hubby will be off to work, working hard to provide and there she goes on the living room couch, with her sexually repressed azz, getting her back blown out by the cable guy, with dirty hands, or polishing off her male co-worker in the bathroom at the job, all because he called her cute. 👀  That’s all it takes to impress her. 

Basic bishes love attention that comes with $0 and no progression.   She’s more turned on by other men, than she is by her own husband. Cause her basic azz brain, married a man she wasn’t all that attracted to in the first place.  So she treats him like a basic dude. But thinks the cable guy is hot sh*t. 🤣 Basic B*tches are dumb AF!

Basic b*tches hate actual pretty women with a passion. They can’t stand to see your pretty azz walking through the door. Her shoulders slump, and she starts talking under her breath, hating and throwing shade upon sight of you.  Then you walk up saying hello to her dusty, simple, hating azz, just so you can watch her sour face turn into a fake smile.  

I can’t tell you how often men are walking with me and see a chick who gets a sour face upon sight of me.  B*tch be so sour she can’t even hide it. We laugh so hard.  Face be like, “How dare this bish look this good? How dare this bish wear that outfit. Who does she think she is to parade around, not blending in.”

And of course I sashay!

Meanwhile when us lights see each other we smile at each other like “Hey Girl!“

Basic b*tches also hate nerds. They despise nerds.   That’s the other level of basic though. Those are the people who were popular in high school, all fashionably dressed alike, and all set at the lunch table together.  They too grew up to be basic af, living highly basic lives. Even the most promising ones. It’s quite interesting.

In high school I dressed like the cool kids, cause I’m one for fashion, fabulosity, fun and looking good too.  Yet, I sat with the weirdos at lunch, cause lets face it; they were real humans to me.  I felt a closer connection to them and they read books, like me.  The cool kids would always ask why I hung with the “losers.” The “losers” just so happened to be smart AF, could actually hold an articulate conversation and type at least 35 wpm. We didn’t spend time gossiping about people, nor did we smoke our lives away. We talked about things, love ideas and joined the damn debate team.

As an adult I continued to walk a fine line between the cool kid world and the geek world. But the truth is team basic got a hold of me and I conformed a little, to make money. I had an opinion, then I didn’t have an opinion, and maybe I was about to settle for a decent life, where I simply dumbed myself down in order to get along with others.  I remember back when I publicly admitted my brilliant ideas, team basic would come trying to tear me down. I even started to believe that I was LUCKY to make 6 figures. 

Lucky cause their basic azzes surely don’t make no where near it.

I let team basic rock me to sleep. Then I woke up, and stepped my 7-figure game up. Now I am surrounded by Team Takeover the F*CKING world. I have to say f*cking cause they go hard with personality and grit. It’s won’t stop, don’t stop. I attract the most brilliant people in the world. It’s so fun to finally meet your soul family and feel at home again. To hold conversations and just be able to talk, and be normal, instead of saying things like “no, don’t say this or that. Such and such will be offended. You know you gotta let people stay dumb,” or dealing with people who you can only show them one part of your personality, and blah, blah, blah. Your soul family gives you so much love and allows you to be more of love.

Now, I even get to see the brilliance of my own conversation and see how talking to me is like getting access to your own personal computer that will tell you exactly how to manifest your dream life. At least that’s the way my soulmate client Iesha describes me.

Team basic would’ve never allowed me to see my true value. Let alone value the life changing information that I’ve acquired. Ohhhhh, and don’t let Team Basic know that you charge for your information. Ohhhhhh they want to scream to high heaven about how wrong you are for charging for your gifts and time.  Team Basic is quick to tell you to humble yourself and be poor. Team basic stays thinking they are fancy, meanwhile have basic azz beliefs and thoughts like the rest of society.   They stay settling for less and believe you should too.   Oh and don’t let Team Basic see you hanging with new people who are thought provoking. They will talk bad about them and try to dissuade you from being friends with them. 

When I get new clients, often-times they are afraid to tell me their dreams. They think their dreams sound crazy. Because team basic told them that trying to build a 7 Figure business that serves thousands of people was insane.  Team basic will have you thinking you’re crazy and have you ignoring the urges of your soul. 

While I awakened, cause God told me that it was time, just think about how many souls went to sleep on their dreams cause team basic b*tch teased them for trying to be and do more.  How dare you think you’re going to fly to the moon and be an astronaut, or become the hottest chick in the game. 

You gotta stay away from basic b*tches. They aren’t good for anyone. Especially not men, a basic b*tch will tell a man she will accept a $25 engagement ring, cause money isn’t everything, even though he has on a $200 pair of Air Jordans.  He’ll think that’s so sweet, but her no-value having azz will slow down the progression of his kingdom, and have him living a basic azz life.  Nothing propels a man like wanting to provide something for his woman. MAGIC happens when he has this desire. It’s why God created woman.  Most men who marry basic b*tches end up living in mediocrity, while thinking they are living the good life.

A brilliant man can’t mastermind with a basic b*tch because the b*tch doesn’t have any good, prosperous, ideas. She barely understands him. She doesn’t even come up with ideas to motivate him and keep him excited about the journey.  She’s more of a headache and energy leech, than she is a muse. 

Other times a basic b*tch will ruin a good man’s plans cause all she cares about is partying, getting high all the time, and doing the same basic sh*t that she sees everyone else do.  Her best turn up is in Miami, on a tight budget,  while the rest of us are like “Dude, take me to a private island.” Or she thinks having a passport is life, but she can’t speak life into anyone.

Basic b*tches don’t appreciate anything good. And they are definitely not about to lock themselves in the house to read books and sh*t.  Oh and don’t talk bad about basic b*tches, cause even though they hate on you, and try to kill your dreams,  it’s you who is the bad person. 

The world would seriously end, and not much would be created if we ever let basic b*tches be in charge. Thank God for Goddesses. They inspire the world. 

How To Get To Heaven

by Kissy Denise - The Masterpiece | The Goddess of Love & Motivation | Aug 6, 2019 | 0 comments

First of all, ain’t no 6 steps bish. It’s more like a zillion. Job already told you this. 

Being in the DMV yesterday taught me some things about the way we as humans deny ourselves and try to be something we’re not. All in the name of phucking humility. I sat there at the DMV itching, telling myself that I wasn’t itching and that I was over-reacting cause this is what normal people do. “NORMAL” the biggest lie that I often try to feed myself in the name of humility. Because we’re phucking lied to and told we’re all the same. That no one is better and blah, blah, blah.

So you keep talking to yourself and telling yourself to get out of your ego. You keep telling yourself to accept things. Accept the fact that you live in a loud lousy apartment in the city, when you really want to live in the country on a farm and raise pigs and sh*t. Accept that you drive a phucking Toyota, when you really want to drive a Tesla or an Aston Martin. Accept the mediocre azz relationship you’re in, cause no one is perfect. How dare you actually want to be happy with an amazing mate. I mean you’re not perfect yourself they say. Like how dare you expect someone to actually be love and go hard in life. Who do you think you are, God?

But back to this whole thing of take that sh*t. You’re the problem cause you’re not giving the love to yourself they say.  Gosh, we are fed so many damn lies. Light & Love almost be in denial of the truth. Jesus was all the light and love possible and still his life went the way it went. Even that lie of saying we fully control our lives. We don’t. Some sh*t is just written if you are a called soul.

There may be some painful sh*t written into your timeline to get you to pursue a purpose. Maybe it was a soulpact you made before you came to earth. Who freaking knows. But once you’re here and you come out your mother’s womb, some things are already written out for you. And that’s why you experience dejavu. Cause your soul wants what the phuck it wants and you are programmed to go get it.  Your mind will be like “Remember This. Yes This!” It stays tossing you some confusing sh*t, and giving you dreams of luxury and red carpets, taunting you… While you say “Damn. I just want to be happy.”

So when you get here and you start walking and talking. You gots sh*t to do. And the minute you start on that journey everyone pops up to start telling you that you want too much, that you’re doing things wrong, and that you need to be more realistic, and think smaller.

Right away the world starts to put you in this box and telling you to humble yourself. They tell you this is life and the way it is and you have to accept it. Then you turn on the tv and you see rich people. The special people. The people who get to live their dreams. And the world tells you that you’re not special and that’s impossible for you. That only so many get to be the rich happy person.

And in the back of your mind, you’re like “Okay. That’s me!” But they say NOOOO. So you turn on the tv again and there’s this cartoon “Richy Rich” being rich and you’re back again to feeling like “That’s the life I want!”

But don’t tell anyone cause when you do they only try to reroute you to being realistic again. 

So after a while you start having normal goals, like growing up and getting a job and sh*t. Just so that people will like you and find you acceptable. Just so you’ll fit in. 

Then one day you realize you’ve pretended to fit in phucking long enough. Then it becomes phuck this job, phuck these people, and phuck their tired azz mindset that tells them that they can’t be rich and truly happy. You get to the point where you realize something isn’t right and you make a DECISION to refuse to live that tired azz life. You even stop giving af about the money for a while. You just sense there is more to life that there has to be a better way. 

Good job. Welcome to the flight to Heaven.

Buckle up your seats. Before this flight takes off I want you to know a few things.  To get to heaven we have to make a few stops through hell.  On other flights they don’t tell you this but here at KissyAir we believe in telling you the truth.

Now during these stops through hell, if you’re really about this good life, at no point should you get off the plane. You are only to look out the window and observe.

If someone from hell tries to board the plane, don’t get upset or react to their hellish behavior and the sh*t they’ll put you through during that time period. There’s a soul lesson you need to learn and it’s all for your greater good. So observe, and learn the lesson. Then the hellish person and lesson will go away. 

This will happen quite a few times. Then suddenly you get to the point where you finally get it. The flight is smooth, and we’re finally through the gates of hell and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. You get closer… you even see the light get brighter. You’re happy you held onto your FAITH. Then boom, will you believe that somehow we manage to make another stop in hell! WTF, I thought I was good. I thought I knew. How Sway? There must be some kind of mistake, you’ll say.

You’ll think “Damn. I understand I must learn the lessons. But how many damn lessons does it take? Sheesh! This flight is expensive. Is it even worth it? Perhaps I should’ve just humbled myself and stayed down in the mortal earth realm with all of the people who pretend to be happy. I mean at the least I was doing way better than most. I was making 6 figures, I had fairly decent family. I’m kind of cute. I’m smart. I probably could’ve made it work. 

All kind of things go through your head. You will start to question yourself about why your st*pid azz decided to get on this ludicrous azz ride to heaven anyway.  (Don’t call yourself stupid.) You are ready to give up and you’re really feel stupid af cause you feel like you should’ve been there already.

You may even give up for a day or two, a week, a month or two. But just know, your azz will be right back on this flight. You can’t help it. It’s encoded into you to finish the flight. Cause you know like you know, like you know, that you belong in Heaven. And that’s where the good life is at.  So this time you hop back on and you buckle up.   You expect the bumps, delays and turbulence.

Pop your collar this time, cause it’s nothing to a boss.

Things start getting real good. Oh this flight gets so smooth, you smile, begin to celebrate a little, wave at the people down in hell, you think it’s over with and you’re finally getting it….

THEN SMACK. A phucking bird just hit the windshield and you felt the smack all up in your face.  You panic and you start to cry.

Not only do you cry, but you phucking kick and scream and you say “I must go have a talk with God. Cause he is phucking really tripping right now. I am tired of this! This has to end right phucking now!” 

Drinks, Herbs, you need something to calm these nerves. “Flight attendant I need two drinksss asap!”

Your body probably doeesn’t want those drinks...

“Um God. Why is this so phucking hard for me? Can you please hurry these lessons up? Thank You, and so it is!” It’s done, so you go about your way. But that sh*t ain’t done, because YOU forgot something.  When you said to hurry, the  lessons only started to come at you faster.  And you keep learning and learning and learning, and waiting, and waiting and waiting.  You get emotional and start crying here and there. You don’t understand what’s going on and frankly you’re tired of the lessons and really don’t give af anymore. Phuck all of this love & light. These people are crazy. Why do they even put themselves through this madness?

So much sh*t goes through your head, then one day you kind of SURRENDER like whatever and stop pushing so much. Then boom REVELATION. The lesson becomes clear. Really clear. Crystal clear. It’s a painful lesson about your past. You cry. You cry cause you realize you’ve been fighting against something that was written before you were born. It actually didn’t have to be so hard.

It was YOU who was the delay. Then you get to this place of ACCEPTANCE of what is and was, and you make a DECISION to say phuck that storyline, thank it for all of the lessons and move on to the next life.  It’s time to call in some sh*t. Earth to heaven. Your flight has finally arrived.  Welcome to the pearly gates of Heaven. Huh, what? Are you serious? So it was really this easy the whole time? Yes my child.  Then you’re like “Ain’t that about a b*tch.”

You ain’t got no choice but to love yourself from here on out. Cause you did that. GRATITUDE.

P.S. I cursed a lot less before I got on that flight. The flight that got me to stop trying to be perfect.

P.P.S. Don’t you dare give up on your phucking dreams. And if you don’t like basic azz manicured nails, get you some stiletto nails Sis. BE YOU! Phuck team basic. Phuck Blending In. That sh*t is for mortals.

Love, Kissy 💋

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