Pulp

 Fiction

tastes better
when seasoned with reality.

No one can dictate my life to me. 
Even if they understand it.

What I DON'T understand,

youprovide.

That's pure honesty.
And why people lie.

Do YOU understand?
That would make us a mighty alliance.
One to be proud of.

Yet I'm new to the picture.

Standout scenes for others are overlooked.
Standout scenes for me are undercooked.

Pulp fiction tastes better
when seasoned with reality.

Naming My Voices

I'm surprised I didn't recognize you before.
You never made yourself available as an enemy.

You're not an enemy.

You are an ally, in fact.
You can help me.

Prepare to be my muse.
You nimrod.

I never saw someone ready to be pummeled before.
It's silly, kinda.
Almost humorous.

I wonder who else you conned into making you a muse of art.
How they dealt with it.
Maybe I don't need to know.

The game ends with me.

Still, it continues.

I almost welcome you to torment me more.
It stays between us.
You never share my secrets.
In face, you taunt people who desire to ...master me, if you will.

Without you, I am in pain.
With you, I reign.

Welcome to MY side of the story.

I know my voices.
The voices that plague my head.

And I met them through you.

Though I've always known you.

You're everywhere.
The rebel of the pack.

I can go on...

Clubs

Bottles of D'usse and Ace of Spades, everywhere.

I'm good with my personal bottle of Jack.

Chaser? Coke.

The bittersweet time I'm having.

Alone, with many.

I read Tarot.

My deck is 78.

Still, I'm The Ace of Clubs.

Why is The All Seeing Eye at the club?

To feel you.

What are you dancing to?

What makes you sing along?

It's not for me.

It's for you!

Positive

 Pause, but I'm breaking in half.

I'm trying to give you the best of me,

But it's not enough.

I can't prove to the ignorant that I'm innocent.

I can't be Satan around you.

What you think I should be isn't me at all.

And if it was so easy, YOU dooit.

I thought not.

I make living look easy.

TOO easy .

Curse words

Fuck!

So mote it be.

This shit is Fucking exhausting!

So mote it be.

I have officially put a curse on my work ethic.

I have officially put a spell on the outcome.

Won't you hear me!

Won't you ... just try?

It takes effort to not sound perfect.

You can be taught skill.

You are born with talent.

Come!

Let's get born again!

Maybe this time,

I'll envy you!

So mote it be...

Lady Venus

I FOUND YOU!
I ...

wait...

...did I create you?

You are my magic spell.
Rather, the beautiful curse, placed on humanity.

Set to let the toes of the everyday woman, go.

Everyday woman, go!
You are free to fall in love with the scent of your own womanhood.

Hoo-haa!, to quote Al Pacino.

I am blind to the sight of your behavior.
Whether good, bad, or alien.

I tapped into The Devil for you, Lady Venus.
I know what you want.
Clear the air for the voluptuous fog.

The ladies have taken over.

At the same time, they've been ejected from the game.

The more women there are in the world, the better off alone I am.

I'll let you rock the world, ladies.

Here I am, with a beer and a God-given homophobic vocabulary.

Lady Venus, the world is yours!

Shock Value

What would happen if Eminem was really white?
Would the shock hurt you as much?

What if Redman denied his blackness.
Would the shock of such un-nod your head?

I tried to shock you.
Galactical, universal, esoteric knowledge about oneself and the corresponding aliens you belong to.

I warned them to leave your body.

Before I harmed you.

I wanted to hurt you.

I wanted to feel you hurt.

I wanted to mislead you.

I wanted to punish you.

You are my fear.

The loss of your love was the confirmation from The Grim Reaper.

I KNEW I COULD DO IT!!!
I didn't believe in you.

You believed in me regardless.

I can't thank you enough.

Does it seem that I talk about myself a lot?

Wouldn't it be funny if I was the correct topic of conversation?

Would that shock you?

Belonging.

 I chose.
To be.

Sue me.

Now.

To belong.

To be long.

pause.

To belong to a being, longing to be.

Love has rendered me stupid.
Ruthless.

Motionless.

Emotionless.

I long for you.
I long for you to belong to me.
I long to belong to you.

It's been a long time.

I shouldn't have left you.

Un-re-quit-ed

 Unrequited love is love unreciprocated.
How many times have you given love, only to not get it back?

Free music is for those who love the artform.
The business is for those who want to capitalize on the INTEREST of the artform.

I'm not mad at anyone.
I literally chose this path.
Given a particular path from an EndPath.

No, not an empath.

Big difference.

And EndPath let's you know "job well done" and you aren't required to do much else.

An empath will sit and watch you strive for more, despite all that you have accomplished.

So many phrases have been taken out of context.
So many confused by what their spirit is telling them, versus the info they're being given.

If you're gonna quote me wrong, don't quote me.
Just enjoy what you THINK you know, and allow me the room to correct you.

Maybe you can hear what I can't.

Doubt it, nevertheless...

What Are You Doing?

Hello, Tomorrow!
How have you been?
What's new?

Tomorrow,
What are you doing?

Can I tell you what you're doing?

You're blowing my mind!

Almost a shame to say, but a concept was born.
Psychic energy, endless.
Beauty, relentless.

To add to boot,
You're funny!

Dad is in a weird place in life.
I ROCK the world, not RULE it.

I'm supposed to be ruling it.

But it looks like everyone is rockin' with me!

Rather, us!

Keep on rockin', Tomorrow!

Daddy loves you.

Empty New Year

Without a precious few.

With too many to name.

Grateful, but hollow.

I would never celebrate with you.

I would always run to the many.

Of which now are a few.

And in precious hours, the few become none.

And none can be lonelier than The All Seeing Eye.

California is burning again.

This time, I'm free.

I'm not dumb enough to chase the fire.

Nor am I sacred enough to pray for them.

But I have.

And I do.

And I will.

In fact,

I pray you never feel as lonely as me.

For my own selfish sake...

Believe!

My lost, at-home friend.
I wish you believed me.
I didn't know better than to let you in.

You knew better than to cross me.

I can't pay you back for your inspiration.
You can taste your influence.

Your smile is lost.

Your lust is at home.

Your best friend is only a letter away.
Almost literally.

Alphaville.

I wish you well.
You guided me out of my dark place.

I just found out I still live there.

And always have.

And always will.

Don't fear me.
I am an ally.

I wanna get down witchya!

From the outside...

Sail Away chorus

 I want you

to

sail away with me,

To see what all we can be.

I

want you to

Sail away with me!

,

To be what all we can see...

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.