I am really no longer down with any of this
What has it become now, anyway?
A contract?
A friendship?
Is she my nemesis, am I hers?
Something deep within the seat of my soul
Within my greatest longings
In my heart of hearts
Concurs with my thought structure now
The one that has been gradually building up, becoming an item of solidity
I must move on from this quaint little abode
The one that I put so much of my gratitude into
Going over and above my call of duty
Willingly, without ever once stopping myself to think clearly for any relevant amount of time
There is so much shrapnel and other cluttering debris embedded so deep within the sublime
An abstract, sordid reality that really does exist in my immediate atmosphere
I cannot ever become overly burdened by this noise that only I seem to hear the way that I do
Which makes perfect sense, really
My living movement does not need the turn of someone else\'s screw
I am the sole proprietor of this business that has essentially become me
What I can see comes through every pore of my being
It\'s like I have ten thousand eyes
Like a giant, inbred wolf spider
The light of my almighty creator is my one and only provider
Yet, \"Insider\" magazine keeps pressing me to do a guest spot interview for publicity that I truly do not entertain due to a lack of need as well as genuine interest
So, I have been in the process of denial over and over again
Once you can tell that the photographers of your spread are now your paparazzi, your hunger for the spotlight won\'t ever end
Reality check!
I am not rich
Nor am I famous
This scrutiny has surpassed the level of plain obnoxious and rude
None of you have any right or reason to adopt such shitty attitudes!
I am about to just say farewell, leaving you all in the dust of your pasts that you obsess so much upon
Chopped and screwed
Running your cock suckers on auto-pilot
Waah...wahh...
Blahbiddy blahbiddy muther fucking blah...
Yeah, I know!
I have become more than just a hit up in here
When I am gone, don\'t forget to capture a tear or two for me
You called me back here so that you could see straight
Now, you just keep on going on these paranoid, delusional vision quests
Looking for traces of me that just do not exist
Period
The end
Comprende?
2/19/2016