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Desire          (who?)

     desire
​     Sexual 
     Fo
od 
     Status 
     Power 

⁃ briight coulors, lying eyes, veil hairs,  
⁃ Lips, god sculptures sculptured. 
⁃ Fire red, gold under mountains, red, bright red. 
⁃ Dark chocolate
⁃ Caramel coffee
⁃ Turn up drugs
⁃ Facetime my brother the other day 
⁃ Overdose 
⁃ Is the first thing my brother asked when he saw me wearing - ass exposing gown. 
⁃ I said no, no, fuck no? Who the fuck do you think I am, who the fuck do you think I have become 
⁃ I thought 
⁃ After 12 hours of waiting in the emergency room, I went to my new apartment
⁃ Fifth floor no elevator 
⁃ Straight to my pack
⁃ Grabbed a Lucy 
⁃ Stepped on the balcony 
⁃ Light the bitch up and watched her spirit join the clouds. 
⁃ Couldn’t finish cause my brother’s voice was buzzing in my ear, the after effect. 
⁃ I think am addicted 
⁃ I think am addicted 
⁃ Have you ever noticed how your brother is an expert at pointing his faults when he sees them in others
⁃ Somehow he doesn’t see the smoke blowing back in his face
⁃ And made his eyes red 
⁃am SUSPICIOUS the wind alway have an agenda pointing to the direction where shits’ at. 


Treasure 

      Inheritance 
      Interior 
      Land  
      Home
      Space
      Hot 
       Dangerous
       Misunderstood

⁃ lost my mother and my brother’s wallet.  also lost my wallet.  
⁃ Basement 
⁃ Locked - darkness 
⁃old bulbs, 
⁃ Interrupted 
⁃ Memories 
⁃ I have a fantasy to become a hoarder 
⁃ One of the society’s degenerates 
⁃ Initially the fantansy was for becoming homeless 
⁃ But I discovered I like warmth and locking myself in
⁃ Plus hoarders got to have somewhere to put all their shit
⁃ I would keep all the things that make me feel goood close 
⁃ All the pictures that I lost 
⁃ I would paint all the pictures I never taken
⁃ I would collect stuff to sell for a profit 
⁃ I would not be alone 
⁃ I would cry 
⁃ Among things 
⁃ I would have stuff of my own 
⁃ I would curse myself out 
⁃ Repeatedly 
⁃ I would curse myself out 
⁃ And the stuff will pretend to understand 
⁃ I would tell them everything they want to hear 
⁃ I will dance for them 
⁃ I would make them feel useful 
⁃ I would be doing something 
⁃ Because I don’t know 
⁃ I can’t have everything I want 
⁃ Inheritance - mostly my face, from my father - everything else from my mother - hoping that I can soon become a partner to her, that my measure of success, to get to a point where she trusts me enough as she would a partner. 
⁃ Interior - the underground gold lights the darkened mess underneath. A fact I can only imagine and believe only in faith. Close your eyes, and draw a line, the open to see your inner self. Who am I, who are you? — I have a wordless relationship with my organs — sometimes I forget that, I am on the constant hunt to discover myself — most times I forget that I can never lose myself because I carry myself with me everywhere, mostly, I am ashamed of myself, I can see myself changing, my body reacting, and     e     t    c .  . —- what I hold inside, - I can give, and hope that hopefully, I get something back. Also something about treasure about (I forgot) my worth that I can mold, have say in the control. 
⁃ Land —- build my house, with colors, with blood, build a dance court, and play games all day and night. 
⁃ Home —- build a home for all my homies that I came with and found along the way. Build a house so they can never get lost again. 
⁃ Space — guts, imposture 


Goal 

      Usefulness 
       Children 
       Life and more life 

⁃ mundane connecting stories: 
⁃  1-800, money, homeless aggressiveness, homeless people work the hardest. Pennies, penis- long drives, car accidents, insurance, plans and resolutions, anxiety
⁃ I want to live forever, 
⁃ Saying that is enough to make me cry
⁃ How come preachers never teach about ecclesiastical
⁃ And when they did, they missed the point. 
⁃ I want to be sad forever 
⁃ Saying that is enough to make me get up
⁃ I want to be happy 
⁃ And saying that makes me want to pul the plug. 
⁃ Talking about priorities
⁃ I left home, because I was comfortable and stressed at the same time. That house had the powers to convince me that that’s all there was. 
⁃ I left, cause I wanted to feel disoriented. 
⁃ 15 hour drive, car broke down, total loss, new town, talking about priorities, need to find a plug. 
⁃ I want to have a child as soon as I have the opportunity 
- somehow everyone think am irresponsible for saying that 
- but why not me!

Saul 

       Music 
        Laughter 
         Connection 
          Soulace 
⁃ classical music, soulful, reggae- , love and more love , drinking water, panda water fountains, graffiti music, udon noodles, Korean characters, not to forget about Jesus. Definitely forget about Jesus.  
⁃ None of this shit 


Faith 

       Spirit 
        Religion 
         Money 
         Leaders 
-greatful 
-grapeful 
⁃ sturbbornness , hypocriticalness, famililyness, hallucinationess, wet dumpy soaked dreams, leaders, flashy rings, pedophelia , filiality, rhythmic bars, beautiful boring bars. 
           - art, painting, gimmicking:
     they asked me: If you don’t beleive in our stuff how do you expect us to believe in your stuff? 


Heart 

         Blood, circulation 
          Transport 
            Machine 
             Conviction 
             Confidence 
             Fearless 
              Control 
                Calm 

Part 1 to four, murder your enemies, drink their blood, take a jog around the block, pump all the water from the well, carry brick up the hill, fist fights in the street you loose you get a gun, you loose your gun you find a coffin, you are not invited to the all black party. Wear shades. Crimson and shady green, shady green with hints of brown soil. You can sing 


Hurt 

        Guaranteed 
         Lust 
           Pain 
           Failure 
            Punishment 
             Isolation 
              Physical, mental, .... 
⁃ injured my finger trying to jump on the pull up bar, flipped upside down, 
⁃ Feet on a bar,      
- hanger upside down 
⁃ Side effects 
⁃ Heart break 
⁃ Future break 
⁃ Laziness 
⁃ No money 
⁃ Dreams of homelessness 
⁃ Loneliness, horniness, laziness and blindflodiness is a perfect combination 


Love 

        Desired 
         Deep connection 
          Life 
           Beauty 
            Features 
Love love love love love love love love love love love I love live love love elove solove love love live love 

It what I heard blasted on posters all over. Signs singing on repeat 
Loads and scratches 
High tones and gentle facial expression. 
This one time, those gentle facial expression felt fake
They looked - they were trying 
I know it’s not pleasure, and guilt 
Like porn on ritual. 
I know it’s habits 
I heard blasted on posters all over 
Signs singing on repeat
Like beautiful pop songs on a radio 
Habits blasted on repeat, 
I just had to take it 
cause I was too lazy to change the channel. 


Pain 

       martyr
       fire
       Wound
        Diseases
         Darkness in the f 
         Disappointment 
          Betrayal 
           Screwed over 
⁃ Have you ever been punched in the dark? I have 
⁃ It was not the pain 
⁃ I was fucking scared 
⁃ My heart was dribbling so fast I thought it was going to come out
⁃ My brother and I used to come home from the football after dark 


Shame

          Embarrassed 
           Expectations 
            A weapon 
            Unwanted 
             Unveiling 
             Exposition 
              Private 
⁃ my punishment was to sit in a concrete bathtub outside for most of the day while my friends cousins and siblings played and laughter at me. I was naked. 
⁃ And time, the sun, the stares and shame was supposed to cleanse the diarrhea out of my system 
⁃ And most importantly, never let a shameful symptom of whatever disease or food poisoning reveal while you are sleeping in your uncle’s queen size perfect bed. 


Regret 

         Expectations 
          Accomplishments 
⁃ Find the tinies closet and lock yourself inside and cry yourself to
⁃ I gotta get the fuck out of my phone 
⁃ I got to stop gossiping 
⁃ Am addicted 
⁃ Double dds like double ccs in accident 


Hope 

         Resolve 
          Future 
          Reconstruction and deconstruction
           Better 
            Virtual 
            Worse 


Loss 

          Death 
           Ignorance 
           Not prepared 
            Game
              Mental 


Memories 

           Formation 
           Reservoir 
             Lost losses and wins 

⁃ my nigga has so much care



Fight to death 



Fear

My voice: 
Afraid to speak, when someone is listening afraid to speak up
How did it progress 
Different reasons 
What influenced 
What the worse that could happen? 
What did happen 
What’s at stake 



Confidence 

Mute 
Hard of hearing, my sister 
(am am am regergitating)
Not knowing your self 
Not being told who you were 
Language 
Confusion 
Being ignored 
Limits 
Religion and it restrictions 
Respectability 
In an environment where this don’t particularly fit 
There seem to be no resolve
people become
just ARE
NIGHT AND DAY
CHAIN LOCK THE DOORS AND OPEN THE CURTAINS 
 
We make the best of what we have and that is the culture 
Things get lost and others get made 
But we loose ourselves increasingly 
Become
​we increasingly give in to the desire of being something else 
Our skin become toxic to ourselves 
Our voice become toxic 
"am no suck at making word"



Love 

I don’t know love
I love my mother 
Fuck Mother’s Day 
My mother has no doubt that I love her 
The lessons am fed 
Is that love can be captured in a time capsule 
On a scale of some fucking scale 
Shipped to new discoveries 
And pooop all over the 
And milk the juice from all the gorillas 
all the juice
And ring the bell at every stone mark 
To come celebrate and pay
your thank yous 
Thank you, happy Mother’s Day 



Accidents 

Some incidental acts? 
Accelerated dents 
Identity actions 
Accompanied indifference 
Accomplished density denim
Accumulated teeth 

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5/15/2019

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