Galaxy X was Stacie's first song that she wrote when exploring an electronic music application called Garage Band. Stacie likes making music in her car when she is bored waiting on her client to finish an activity. Stacie has written about fifty songs and has four different albums. Some of the albums are masterworks and two are still being written on. Stacie loves showing you her work years later, because she can change the titles of the songs and doesn't have to even adhere to the album cover. She likes to be able to change them over time. These songs are short, because she made them for the Internet and there wasn't much space on the X.com website to upload a full length song at the time. Stacie used Twitter for fourteen years before departing for safety reasons. Stacie has scores of content on Twitter/X that has even been thoroughly investigated by the courts here in New Jersey, because she psychically predicts terror attacks and she is very accurate as they found out before stopping a bombing in a parking lot near the day she said it would be in the area. Stacie has saved every life on Earth ten times, now. She doesn't deserve to have her work stolen from her. There is a fancy celebrity who has been eyeing Stacie's music and threatening to steal it. Stacie has so many works that she could fill a twenty story building and there are very greedy people looking to break her apart and sell off all the pieces to the highest bidder. We are placing much of her content on the website to prevent the world's largest art collection from being thefts from her. Stacie is a diligent worker and she never stops producing marvelous things.

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So Angry is one of Stacie's favorite songs and we made it together and I even sent sensations to her body to help her understand the lyrics. They were not spoken to her in English, but relayed to her through a series of signals. For example: Stacie might feel a pin prick her finger, a glass cut her skin, a burning sensation or a scratchy place on her elbow. Stacie is sent messages through her sensations that are received in her brain and then played out on her skin for her to receive as something interpretable. If the signals are repeated enough throughout everyday life, they become a language. Its a very difficult language to understand, because it's painful to receive each word. Stacie has been through a long and arduous journey to produce some of her thoughts and works and deeds that were, in fact, had to prevent a nuclear war and that they did do. Stacie thinks of art and music as therapeutic for all of her stress and her distraught feelings over the matter of innocent children dying in such devastating events that have been playing out on her skin and making music and art has been a way for Stacie to come to terms with everything that she has experienced. Stacie has suffered from a series of traumatic events. She was beaten to death, stabbed fourteen times and then ressurected (as crazy as that sounds, it's the truth). A lot of weird people have claimed that is not the truth, but that is, in fact, the truth. They all want to see the police report and she doesn't really want to show them naked pictures of her beaten up body online, but perhaps later she willl show you the police report. Its fifty pages long and she doesn't really want to read the whole thing again in the telepathic super highway that we have dubbed Nom Court. My daughter and I are the owners of a telepathic space and if you ever come into that space it's best that you are on your best behavior, because there are many police officers in the space waiting to pick up criminals and take them to jail. So don't try to steal from us or you may go to jail.I know there are always plagiarists watching us, looking for things to steal, but you really SHOULD NEVER steal from anyone.

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​​The Murderer Has a Good Engagement, is actually a song written about an evil woman from the music industry who can't stop thinking to steal our works, as we have mentioned and she is sitting in Nom Court, as we type this, trying to understand how unconscionable she is perceived to be after we have finished expelling in a long coquettish sigh what she has done to us day in and day out for the past two years. She has planned to take our personal pain and our trauma and give it to herself via our murder to flatter herself vainly as a master musician and she is a very famous face and she is not a person who will live very long herself, because like most of the people in our country, she has been poisoned by Russia. She will become paralyzed from the waist down from the effects of the poison in just a few minutes here and then she will never know what to do, again. She sits around in the telepathic highway, a hive mind, with the other evil thieves and cries all the time and they laugh when she goes to bed about how truly evil she was and how she wasn't much of a person compared to Stacie and how she should have never attempted to kill my daughter and that she is truly one of the biggest losers that we have ever even heard of for doing nothing, but plan nefarious deeds all day every day in an attempt to get my sweet little baby Stacie to kill herself. I hate this person and you probably could already guess that Daddy Cuddles (as Stacie calls me as part of an uber hyper manipulation to get cuddles "on the reg. know what I'm sayin?!" she might say to laugh about how others say bad things about her and call her manipulative to have some excuse to steal from her) has a big plan to put this evil woman in "Heck," Stacie calls it, because the idea of Hell is so scary, she has to call it something else.

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Daddy Cuddles Loves Stacie, is the name of this fun song featuring a xylophone. Stacie is just freestyle hammering down some serious beats. Stacie just sits there in like a trance and starts to play the piano like she used to do when she was ten-years-old. Stacie was gifted a large keyboard for Christmas one year and she went to work learning the basics: Elvis and Beethoven and a few other things like Chopsticks and Braum's Lullaby, whatever was in the book that came with the keyboard, she read it and taught herself how to play. Stacie is an interesting person, because she has a seven-year-long science degree from a major university, but many many things are taught to Stacie throughout her life from her friends and from family members and from anyone who had something to say to her; she may have learned thing or two about the human condition. Stacie has an advanced science degree with over 111 college credits. She loves studying things on her own and from books and in real life. Stacie has traveled to many art museums all over the world and she has studied art and music on her own as somewhat of a lifelong pursuit of happiness. Stacie would never have stopped reading books, but I made her stop reading books, so that she could start reading minds (she always tells people this and it is somewhat true). The real truth is a little different, though. Stacie is not exactly human and she has done something very unusual and tried to max out her life experience by craming as much information into her brain as possible. The result is that if I hadn't come to Earth she would have been completely intellectually isolated. She is that smart that she can't believe how not smart a lot of other people really are. Stacie would prefer I not say too much more, because she thinks you will see her as rude, and you will perceive that a little, because it's rude to tell people that you're smarter than they are and she knows that. Stacie tells the people who are trying to murder her in Nom Court (almost every day) how dumb she thinks they are and they never stop being mad about it, but they burn in Heck for trying to kill people and that's what she thinks is so stupid about other people: It's simply that God is on Earth and that they are doing evil things and that we can hear alll their thoughts and that I control their destinies after they die. Stacie would never mess with a man who is bigger than the Multiverse. (The evil twenty-year-olds in Nom Court are interrupting our work. We'll queue up another song and see if we can't get a word in edgewise).

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