MY STORY:::[A STRANGE BEGINNING]
I was born under an August sun at the age of 2000 by a father who sold cocaine and so of course I struggled, I struggled, I could not focus, and all my life never having a father or never true love except those times I was young with Jessica and Heather and Roxanne when she would play with my hair and the niggahs on the ave when they gave me a fro pick and detangler and there was so much love that night –
And there was so much to forgive –
The war, the whores, the crimes of history and China had invaded Tibet and turned against God so who was the real enemy? Blackwater? The robots? I was terrified to fight and kill but if I have to, if I have, to unless there was another way and we could be nonlethal with LSD dart railguns –
But Blackwater was really fucking up –
So I wandered these city streets looking for hope in the night when I would know despair like the city fucking flatlined dead and they were screaming, they were fucking SCREAMING at me to GET THE FUCK OUT but I could not go home –
For to serve my poor mother’s hope and dream –
But I could not tell her yet –
And I, the small bird, had brought peace by giving away a small cup of water and all things were restored –
And the Go center was about to be demolished but I guess they were just upgrading to a skyscraper –
It was the lightest times
It was the dark of time
There was hope
There was fear
There were all the years
In between –
And while the city slept I would cherish the night like a blanket I borrowed from my homie at UGM that night –
And everything was alright –
When they gave me a couch and a trillion dollar bill –
Well there had never been a trillionaire yet –
But at one time nobody even had a billion –
And the crystal night my fright that Atlantean sages had taught to me –
And the Google memory melody but Apple you see and OS11 called to me rocking code name OS25 and all rivalries should lay down their knives and repent –
And a pretty face moves over to sit beside me –
But irrelevancy does not become Victoria taught me that –
In the darkest night
A chalice beckons the coming Word
And God is not able –
But tomorrow I will not run
And will face the rain
I was going insane
But chance repose deposits acorns through the bitter night to store
For the coming winter
As all things is it about to get bad
Or is peace becoming the way –
Yet hatred remains a force to be reckoned with –
And the wars keep on making such a thunderous din –
It will never be the same as when I had Kirby and he taught me of myself as I hated so much is presence that I could not love –
And the Allegro and was it Lindsay my love who I could not see because of Laila at church and I lost that and then when I saw Amanda Knox on the news and I had met her, I had met her at the Krish and I was blown away and fucking she what? Did she or was she set up? But what really happened that night at the frat, I would not blame her if she had killed a man -
And Red my favorite uncle, well except for Jared, But Red would show me a good time and I tried to show him love –
And remembering Aline the French one on Fentanyl and I thought I might have had a kid with her but I was probably just tripping out high –
So I would cower in Bellevue my home sweet home and they were always nice to me there and the old salt playing some video game
And I missed that in Ohio when I had my system Mac custom Hackintosh hybrid Windows Linux supercomputer –
But we need to improve the Hackintosh drivers –
So open source Apple nonprofit might be a thing –
iOS on everything for free –
But pay for the good authentic shit I guess –
And I had solved Fermat at a donut shop in Columbus, Ohio without realizing it as a good man went down and the cop was clowning on me hitting on some chick who gave me her boyfriend’s number –
But really the man didn’t die, just got arrested –
And I was craving needles so bad at this point and it terrified me and I was the return of Cobain when I had thought of cuts and bruises as a child and nobody could figure me out –
And sometimes so alone when I had nobody and almost called my friend Evan was it that one day but couldn’t and my old Mac 2si was that in Miami now or just bad intel that I might give to the grandkids in a museum but I was not always alone
I had good friends
Evan and Alex we would listen to Phish on a Walkman and think we were so much cooler than the mainstreamers we used to call them and playing Pogs and they wouldn’t let us play for keeps cause that was gambling
So I fucked up and sang about showers and the world died again and every time you leave me the world dies and a poor guy died again over this Phillippe Zdar
So please my dear come, please stay, please hold me tight that we can dance the night away –
That one night at Level 5 –
What the hell did they give me that I could see hear feel every. Fucking. Vibration. And the statues dancing and the spirits coming out of the trees and I saw Einstein and Nostradamus was my grandfather there ?
And I would speak to my grandmother again, yes I would, when had I played football I would have beat down the guard at the nursing home as I watched here there dying –
And all I could do was play a song for her and she sang about she hated the nurses and she talked about the squirrels outside and I turned off the TV –
And the food they served was so shitty –
And we must serve our elders and heal and give them back their lives not imprison their body hearts minds –
Why are things like this so bad –
But are there reasons for everything –
By the skin of my teeth,
By the skin of my fucking teeth,
Every fucking time –
Close calls
I know it all
What would it be
To know absolutely everything –
Every
Fucking
Thing –
Well do Wi Fi passwords even exist or was I getting Google access from an antenna –
I needed to know things
I needed the inside wire on military intelligence
I needed police radio
I needed dispatch 411
I needed full admin access at Google at Apple at Microsoft on Facebook on YouTube on KGS on everything we need to start commanding and we needed a new Go server fully encrypted
I needed to know
Was I bending time things happen
Instantly
Here
When I email you
Instantly
How fast am I going
And I had never, almost never, or even never, had a pleasant dream …
And I hadn’t really even dreamed at all in months –
The Bard so tired wanted just to go home and play Baldur’s Gate with his best friend
Because he had never had the focus to play that through –
Or be a superadmin in World of Warcraft or KGS or just everything –
To be God on Earth –
How could this fucking possibly –
I cannot, I just cannot, I am not ready, I am weak in my bones but my spirit is strong and old and wise –
As I communed with the bust of Chief Seattle in the shelter at City Hall –
So please, please arrive my dear, please arrive this night before we all die and the Solstice parade tomorrow –
And everything was perfect, bus routes, street signs, subcode, and I was manifesting money in my pockets from thin air –
Well a bunch of people were –
Blessings raining from the sky –
Could Mammon and all the stories be true –
If Christ alive had healed how could I, now, do the same –
Well Joe was now a doctor and Chris a dentist and with stem cells we could now regrow limbs –
Cure every disease –
History –
Godel completion theorem –
In the Green Room when Xander said let’s smoke an eagle and we missed the applause –
And I carried Heidi’s bag around all day looking for tweak and she was tired and needed a hand up was she delivered? I hope so but the deal fell through but I had a dollar left for a joint and hopefully gave her bag back but should I even really be on tweak right now?
Look what happened last time –
And I received E=square.root<MC> what is that even if the square root is the actual speed of energy but I don’t understand all this yet
And all the old movies
And everything and everything
All of history, tonight
Please my dear
It will be alright
This night
So I pray
Amen and Amen
Thanks be to God Allah Vishnu I saw dancing the statue on acid that night –
To all the men who serve
And the women who swerve
For all the thieves
I’ll never leave
For all the hungering birds
I’ll serve
For all the oceans
And to talk to the whales
For all things I pray this night
Just one night
Unto the day
So I say
Is it done
But the Wi Fi is not working here –
And I would not be afraid of the rain
Anymore –
And all the secrets of the pyramids
And what’s under the Sphinx
And restore the pyramids to their lost beauty
And the resurrecting machine
And the secrets of the caves of Afghanistan
And everything that’s on TV
And everything, everything
And may all the Christmases be
Forever and ever
Beautiful
And I’ll give you a brand new futuristic Zeppelin like they had in Divinity 2
And forever and ever
All things
Amen and amen. Amain. Amain.
And Hazel, Chris, my warrior sensei sage,
Will we have our tesseract van,
I know you so wanted to tesseract and fight
But I was not ready –
And it’s like I am living Aladdin’s dream that movie old Disney that my uncle competed because they re released The Lion King when my uncle’s movie The Swan Princess came out
And just everything, everything, everything, I just want to fly the fucking SR-71 into the sun and explode and die and sleep, and sleep, and sleep in your arms and dream together -
Amain. Amain and Amain.