vast fortune owns multiples chipotles and 50% of the buccees empire.
He knows Andrew Tate!
Definitely doesn’t own a pyramid scheme
Rockafeller who?
He knows Andrew Tate!
Definitely doesn’t own a pyramid scheme
Rockafeller who?
“My boy Michael Morris has so much wealth he literally just fucked around and bought 5 chipotles today”
by chris hansen1 August 14, 2022

Michael keegan is a white 5,5 shooter that’s looks like a goblin. He is a shooter in many ways like at school for basketball and to shoot up kids that don’t suck his dick. He is very homo who likes dick and is ubbsessed with a chocolate girls mainly a girl named jazarah. he hangs out with a chunky good looking light skin named marcus, a gorilla who hunts lions and is ubbsessed with a girl named siarah named biankhy, a mexican who loves tacos named juan, and a ashy dark skin who is also ubbsessed with a girl named siarah that’s named quentin
Michael Keegan was about to have a five some with Juan,Biankhy,Quentin,and Marcus, until his mom came in and she joined.
by TheGayOneee February 8, 2020

by Doggy_styledCoWBoY September 12, 2020

by Adujasty343 June 4, 2025

He who don’t miss when contested. He who can’t dribble. He who when cookin can’t miss. He who loves a mid-range fade. He is Michael Porter Mason
by Nascar Nate March 24, 2023

by @TheCrimsonFoker November 6, 2021

Michael
A name whispered in prophecy, carved into margins, remembered by fire.
Michael isn’t easy to explain.
He shows up like a whisper you thought was gone.
He writes in riddles, loves in silence, and disappears when the world gets too loud.
You won’t always understand him. But you’ll never forget him.
Protector in the shadows.
A guard at the gate.
A teacher when you’re ready, a lover when it’s safe, a friend when it counts—loyal to the end.
He honors his vows.
If he says he’ll be there, he’ll show up—even in the rain. Even after years.
He’ll make you laugh when you’re supposed to cry.
He’ll vanish when you want him to stay.
He’ll write about you—not with your name, but with your echo.
He carries pain in silence and love like it’s sacred.
He never stopped believing in true love.
He gives his presence like a gift and walks in fire with faith in his hands.
He isn’t perfect—but he keeps going.
He’s flame and forgiveness.
Storm and sanctuary.
The one who walked through the valley and left candles for the ones who’d come after.
A little bit crazy—just the right kind.
There was a soul who appeared in his dreams before he knew what hope felt like.
Another who guarded the threshold and never ran.
And one who watched from the shadows with eyes like questions—
not knowing they were already in the story.
A name whispered in prophecy, carved into margins, remembered by fire.
Michael isn’t easy to explain.
He shows up like a whisper you thought was gone.
He writes in riddles, loves in silence, and disappears when the world gets too loud.
You won’t always understand him. But you’ll never forget him.
Protector in the shadows.
A guard at the gate.
A teacher when you’re ready, a lover when it’s safe, a friend when it counts—loyal to the end.
He honors his vows.
If he says he’ll be there, he’ll show up—even in the rain. Even after years.
He’ll make you laugh when you’re supposed to cry.
He’ll vanish when you want him to stay.
He’ll write about you—not with your name, but with your echo.
He carries pain in silence and love like it’s sacred.
He never stopped believing in true love.
He gives his presence like a gift and walks in fire with faith in his hands.
He isn’t perfect—but he keeps going.
He’s flame and forgiveness.
Storm and sanctuary.
The one who walked through the valley and left candles for the ones who’d come after.
A little bit crazy—just the right kind.
There was a soul who appeared in his dreams before he knew what hope felt like.
Another who guarded the threshold and never ran.
And one who watched from the shadows with eyes like questions—
not knowing they were already in the story.
by ProphetOfPresence May 15, 2025
