Blindyou

I don't want you to see my ugly.
I don't want you to see my ogre.

It's right there.
You touch it when you hug me.
You suck it when you fuck me.

You laugh at it as I sweat.

My ugly.

My ogre.

Suck my toes!, my ugly says and does.

My ogre is obedient. 
Yet ugly.

And cruel.

Don't fuck me anymore.

You have my ogre on your breath.

And it's ugly.

Don't leave me alone.
Don't walk away.

Just bear with my ugly.
Just bear with my ogre.

Straightjacket, now...

Dry Spell

I need comfort to create.

Comfort in the form of many things.

Wealth.

Wealth will provide me the space.

Health.

Health will provide me the space.

Happiness.

Happiness will provide me the space.

The space to create.

Do I pray for these things?

Or manifest them...?

Time is not of the essence.

Age is the wound given at birth.

I don't want to fit in.

I want to stand out.

As I create in discomfort...

They say the best creations are made when there's turmoil in your life.

I live my life in front of you.

Can you see it?

Can you see it ALL?

Welcome Mat

Thanks for joining me!

Sorry my place is a mess.
I wasn't expecting high standards.

I thought you knew me.

I'm a dirty white boy trapped in a preppy black kid's body.

I merge the two, you know?

It smells, but you get used to the smell.

That doesn't mean I tolerate YOUR smell.
You know how to do better.

Show me!

Smile Again

I never smile when I sin.
It's not that I sin out of spite for God.
I don't even think I sin.
I think the dark side has a lot to prove to make me one of them.

But The Light is arrogant.

The arrogance of The Light is projected unto The Darkness.

Conceit is a sin.

And I never smile.

Insecurities, yes.
But I know I'm doing wrong.

Check me when you're God.

Shouldn't Hurt A Bit

 This shouldn't hurt a bit.

Removing this pin.

Removing this pen.

Removing this lid

and whatever is within.

It spills robot blood.

I've stained my brand.

My brain is under fire.

The robot blood is so deeply red, it's purple.

No high can explain the sparks.

The pin on my mind is gone.

The pen on your mind is priceless.

I need a pen to entertain.

I need my brain to enterIn.

One false move of the tweezer...

Nope.

Shouldn't Hurt A Bit.

Bitter pt. 2

I'm better off without you!

I'm better off without you, loser!

I'm better off without you, you loser!

You loser!

And I'm bitter about it...

Bitter

Black coffee.

No milk or cream.

No sugar.

Boiling hot.

In a limited time span, I am to drink you.

I try to use you for good.

But you are a fuel for a day gone bad.