Because I am.
I so AM.
And besides the fact that they have no idea.
There is immeasurable infinite value right here
that needs absolutely none of dis shit.
Back to basics?
Back to the lab!
To center,
oneness,
beauty,
purity,
solace,
pleasure,
and poetry in motion.
Right there all along.
Time wasting mothafuckas.
Blessings a currency that cannot be minted.
Cannot be coerced.
Wait at my leisure.
I’m gonna close my eyes for just a minute so that I can see better
and create a realm that is completely different,
and full—
full to the brim—
of YESSS!
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