squiggles and homages

You can't please everybody, and people are going to hate you.

How is my greatness

Not greatness too?

I have no Clue.

But something does occur

When you bend the er

Of an inconsistent

Wanna-be. for short,

A Follower, intolerable

to his decisions.

He is.

He is not,

In the middle of

a dot.

(I urge you to square.)

He is a square

A triangle

A whoa-enough-block,

Diagonal.

full of subconsiquence

and an expert of denile

I am a short

Not stock

Lone back

Stack of twentys

Because’s two’s to many

And I need more twenties

But tell them mart sent me

Cause I, m_mm, I am art friendly

with great practice

with great practice comes great naivety

Root

I finally caught up to you, stopped for a seconded, looked around and got ahead of you. Seriously, you were sleeping. Now, no one can stop me, I am incredible. It's not even tangible, how far I am, literally, above you, hovering like a monk, I could sit on you. I am looking down; laughing, hysterical. I am so much younger than you. I know we are different, but we're not that different, and I am still so far ahead of you. Pointing back with my fingers, up right fucking you. Just playing with a toy, I am destroying you. Your still running, like that will do. Enough is said, I am too far ahead of you, sitting, now literally, and resting for a few. I fell asleep - I woke up. You're ahead of me. Still pushing with so much energy, I am floored, now rooting with my naivety. To tired to continue, I must uproot my calamity.

Everybody Else.

Everybody has something against
somebody who has nothing against
everybody else.

Ball

All it takes and it takes all.
Leaves nothing left,
but a mighty ball

Scratch your Skin off.

Originality
can't be fact or fiction,
but more like,
something like intuition.
the style's just different.
forever fluctuating
from form to itchin'
so I say
scratch your skin off.

The art of on and on

The art of on and on
is conclusio.

Cheer for somebody, other then nobody, because nobody will never cheer for you.

I do what I can do, but
I can't do what I do

so
I lose myself, but only
when there is no one else.

I forget the many
to remember some plenty.

Plenty like,
"A plenty of things."
a plenty of things
to take my time
and
a plenty of things
to offer my mind.

Unlike the likeness of the plenty for you
I treat it like a pillage of my no can do.

So then,
now, or for
once and awhile
we midas well
cheer for somebody.

Cheer for somebody,
other then nobody
because nobody
will never cheer
for you.