Be grateful.

The way to rise above the screen is in the same fashion as anything else; by embracing it.

Words are the canvas.

Mind is the brush.

Feelings are the paint.

Noblesse oblige

Don’t steal people’s lessons from them.

On their wrists were voids,

In their hands were voids,

And their heads were voids,

Problems He avoids.

The U.S. Presidency is nowadays more obviously a knockoff of royalty than ever before.

The President, like a Monarch, responds to the desires of many councils, some official and some unofficial. In such a way, the position that is presumably the highest in the land is brought down quite a bit. Rather than a flow chart all pointing towards the top guns, in our day and age those two hot shots being President Trump for four years and now President Biden for close to two, it’s more bunched up than that. There are people above the President and there are people around the President that have massive amounts of sway and shared authority. The President is sort of another version of a P.R. spokesperson. They are the public facing element of a deeply orchestrated system of governance, wealth accumulation, wealth transference, wealth retainage, propaganda dissemination, media saturation, globalization, automation and imperialism.  

President Trump proved the presidency as royalty with his slingin’ dick. He proved the idea of working your way up the political ladder laughable. And he did it looking like a clown the whole time. He was named America’s Prom King because he convinced all the losers he was their friend. 

Joe Biden regularly proves the presidency as royalty with his clearly visible puppet arms reaching out to shake hands with no one. He proves the reality of the magical executive notion or opinion or declaration or utterance. He proves that the president is rarely not being fed lines.

I wanna—

I wanna—

I wanna watch

I wanna see

Whether it be

Porn or T.V.

That’s what I want

That’s what’s I need

That dopamine

Brain’s gotta feed

Gimme the screen

Gimme non-self

I need it all

And nothing else

I need it—

I need it—

Biting my nails

Staying inside

Sitting criss-cross

I’m tryna fly

Walking the town

Looking around

People wander

Streets up and down

Where do I go

What do I do

Won’t you tell me

What’s on the news

Where do I—

Where do I—

Please find me a screen

Something to believe

Some source of ease

Please

Be better to read

I’m gon’ be freed

I’m gonna seed

Follow the lead

Why we gon’ lie

Who is for

Nobody here— gon’

Knock on my door

Die to myself

Die for a tee

Die to the world

Pair of Yeezys

Die to my—

Die to my—