I don’t need therapy
I just don’t need you

there’s mathematics
in my philosophy
but it’s not money

if you saw
the footsteps
my soul has taken
to this moment
you would love me
but I’m not even sure anymore
it’s a matter of respect;

WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU CHECK IN ON ME!?

Not even after when I said in a poem in video;
”if I would make
the world cry
I would stop all wars”
some years later I uploaded 83 artworks of bitches & some girl broke
(the rules of the universe)
and delivered a message -
as a snippet of a conversation
to a girl friend;
”he has no patience”

I’m still here but not sure anymore or atleast for the reason ”why?” I’m suffering. Not even if Daisy Duck herself or Mulan as a girl came down from Disney heaven with 3000 dollars in cash daily I wouldn’t even be sure anymore.

you will atleast never rise
to martyrdom
I don’t blame you
that’s for outdated prophets
but I did paint heaven
for you to see
through a crack in the ceiling
of some basement
in hell

Maybe I’m you, that I would understand. To reject God’s creation for the only reason - that you can.

The attractive human in all of tales, is some idiot dancing around unaware of the fires their starting as a direct cause & effect of their intoxicating peacock dance.

Making devils of all the ordinary people just trying not to collapse the fine buildingblocks holding up the universe.

Your devilish grinning smile is engrained in the very foundations of the segments inbetween.