yup

 i have no idea what the fuck im doing, and thats ok

really golden glidin through life, with no remorse and barely no plan

sensory awareness, and nothing else

no vision, no dream, no love, no guide

a fantasy of playthings known as life

i call and cast upon the waters of this weary spirit

channeling dead ghost in a freetime day dream

time has no conception outside this realm]

the most uselessly beautiful bound of all convictiions

no time for a gazettets loose gaze

all we got is all we have, nothing more

no more room for breaathing

for spirit

for breathe and dream

no, what you see is what you get

nothing else

no improvisation involved

in the trecherous [awws of the maw maw tree

no respect for women either

just some chump busted an nut, and here u go

new ife and forced slaavery

lets have more baberys

butchering the unintentionall vageries

nothing can stop

a genius at work

ingeniii

from within

my soul explores

a rough kitchen;s worse phase

no time for mistakes, let everything flow

i got ideas to catch man, wathc as they float away

the perfectionist in me is led

seldom astrayed

but when i get there

i am gone

with te new light

of the setting sun

dying its last breathe out on the grand stage

celestial solilopqies craving out carnivorous appetites

oh lord how i cant spell

i unbind myself

from the imaginations of an unknown being

far away distant to me

and how they see their reality

in which i am not king

but a bug in their soup

waiting to either be

demolishly flicked

or devoured and disintegrated

in an outroarous cry for hope

i give you my last and final holy ghost

chennelling is dead

our so they say

i am dead

i am not you anymore

dorian

i am 

everyone

and 

everything

i am one

one with all

but there is ono all

only one

one oneoneoneoneoneoneoneoneoneone

oneoneoneoneoneoneoneoneoneoneoneoneo

only one soleye lonelye pulp fiction

straight from the juice off the heros

no oranges in sight

freshly squeezed from the heart

ripped aside by a fadeaway's dream

kobe no more

shaq outlived him'

who wouldve guessed that one

hell yeah ive been a sports fan

dont care to admit it

but in my reluctance

there is no shame

just some secrets are left

to die for.......

i am a hermit at best

att my best, i study

i study everything

whicch is why i am so humble

you cant learn shit if you got your mouth going off

every chance to speak is a chance to steach in my book

but i want to learn

so i shut the fuck up

and listen

please mind

goddamit

shut the fuck up

and listen

i cant say that

i love you mind

you are like a dear child to me

one of my most finest of creations

every time i get a chance to mold a new one

i feel a sense of both gratitude and hope

unfoounded on the winning plains

of alexander the great

war hopes hoped for no more

junky

i am so junky

i have been a junky

its something that i fight for the life of me

to find easier ways to escape

its why i dont have much money]

im afraid im gonna spend it all on drugs

as i have did so in the past

when i have had alot of money

ive died of a cocaine overdose

back when cocaine first came out on the market

it was tragic

i was only twenty two

but by that time,

i had made my millions

in the shaktri business

shock-tree business

stealing and wheeling and dealing everything about

like it was hope on high-waters

an unapalling display of affection

showmanship

and sodderdoderenlinism

masturbity all about

the nation of islams first prayer session

under the flag of ishtar

isis

venus in furs

oh how porud u sa the greek alphabet

you anglo saxon cowards'

come down here in the down and dirty

and see whats up next

for you

cant you see

my soul is painted black and blue

for you and me

oh how jolly i feell

to know that you could heal

only if you tried

only if you knew

only if you were both

black and blue

being negro

is like a book

unclosed and unread

tucked about in the middle of the page

never to be touched

by those who rule the world

i ackowledge the man

who thought about this master plan

of fixation

of the laws of power

and ontrol

who said power had to be this way?

ok ok 

i know ive gone toofar

too son

but man

writing sure dos give me the blues

because then im like

who has time to read

do people have time to read this?

well, if you loved me

you would

and i will leave my peace in that

because attention is key to love

but attention is not love

there cannot be love without intention

there cannot be intention without love......

i feel hated on

a shrouded blanket of evil mist

that i now dispel

with my perfect knowing

of god's illusion

of the illusion of god

for i am god therefore you see

you and me are me and me

one greate big eternal meme.

one thought split about 1 million hundred and sixty ways

consciousness has no form

and yet we take its ghstly shape

an pour on through this ungodly fortitude

of resistence

yes i am talking to you

dark lords and masters

you sure do make me tough

i now release myself

from the viceroyic grip

of the ANNUNAKIAN DARKLORDS

their death seals do not lurk on me no longer

they do not work on me no longer......

i am free from the spell of their dream

i am my own dream

i am my own dreamer.....