What can come of a forced happiness? Not much worth taking home, or to north carolina evidently. Lonliness still finds me, and wins me occasionally and now. Fights are getting old, but ill keep it up till I wont have to. Till im figgin neo, and the matrix folds over onto itself. Cant let em spill my blood unless I want them to, and even then I wont go easily. You cant keep me from this. You cant keep me from here. Take my lady and my love, and my motivation, but never my will to create. To discover. I’ll be a poor prolific some bitch before there’ll be sky that I don’t emit my genius into. That’s right I said it. A hag. A whore. A beggar, and a blind man, but a genius says I. Crippled by his own devices. Standing on wet feet from scrathing my ears with my toes. They’re looking for him now. But he’s not there. I’m here, and I’m not him. I told you you wont find me in the same place twice EVER! I’m learning languages, and techniques to talk you into tasting my talons. Die bitches. Fuckers wanna bury me under the contracts of a soul signed away for false dreams. I’m not him! I’ll settle his debt to honor his memory, but he’s gone!!! I tell you now. Fear has fixed itself in front of me. Fake flags, I rip through them violently tearing down your scars and strifes. Cowards. I’m still here, go run for the hills, and tell em you saw it. Tell em your story. My story. I’ll only be stronger by the end of this, harder to approach with games I play only reluctantly now because I must. Squaks from dying pigeons that claim they can sing, when they see the symphonie. I bang like tympani’s tuned to roar out for centuries to drown out their torturous noise. I shut it out, and cut it up, and leave the knife sitting out where you can see my fingerprints. Ive got nothing to hide. Diligence loses me in the fury of a futile defense. Attack if you wish, it’s yours to take the risk.
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