every negro is a star

 nows the time to clear my head

of all the very things i dread

nows the time to clear my skull

of the word impossible

nows the time

nows the time

dont look at me like how

nows the time 

nows the time

everybody's saying how

why because

are obsolete

in my book

now that i know

a thning or two

about the world

 

i dont care about consistency

 

it takes away from the moment

 

worrying about a future that will never occur

 

i want to be a top class magician

 

i want to be able to stun the world with a simple char,m

 

i want to manage my weight so that i can gravitate and fly through the mid air

 

i want my etheric body to be able to instantly teleport anywhere in the world

 

i want enlightenment

 

i want to be buddha

no skip buddha

 

i am god

 

speaking nonsense is all i know

 

if it made senseto you 

then it isnt divine enough

 

thats how im starting to view my life

art

creativity

pleasure

sex

 

the best of it is senseless

 

because it grizzleed down on that one tone

 

that one sound universal to all beings

 

all permeations of life and form

 

and thaat is the sound of chaos

the watery graves

 

the chthonic tombland

 

the sound of chaos

 

can you hear it?

 

its in everything

 

all order is obsolete abstrations

of the one true form

 

chaos

 

\nothing beats it  but nothingness itself

 

we like to say we fashion order

 

but our reason is pure fluff

 

to the sterner stuff of the unknown

 

chaos gobbles it up eventually

 

like the primal carnality as it is

 

i have a basic need for love

connection

and affection

 

everybody does

 

which is why i dont like to prove myself anymore

 

i dont like to think that somebody has a perspective more fitting than my own

 

i worked hard to get where i am

 

nothing can compare

 

even if i am nowhere special in your book

 

in my eyes, i see it all

 

there is nothing that i have not seen

 

there is nothing that i have not encountered

 

every man and every woman is a star

but 

 

through the ejaculatory grimaces of a full blown fool hardy proclamation of my very own existence

 

i am god

 

i am here to surpass god

 

not be his or her or their servant

 

im here to spit in their face

 

i spat on the face of god

 

and my life force intertwined with deity

 

nothing can stop me now

 

i am a black star

 

i am a luci-fer

 

a carrier of light unknown

 

so unknown, to most, it seems like some sort of pitch black darkness

 

but the darkness is never in the dark thing

 

the darkness is in the eyes of the observer shrouded by fear.