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Sometimes Starr Sep 2024
Michael knows
He's gotta have a bad time!
If he doesn't,
Then it's not suffering enough.

So then he complains,
Which we hate,
I know,
But that's good!

Because he's right,
It's like alternating current
A/C power,
He knows
Consciousness is like that.

And the two-thirds principle.

Yet, even his awareness is a problem.

So yes--
He's gotta feel stupid
He's gotta feel immoral
He's gotta feel selfish

That's how we afford those other things.

And so,
There should be people
Yes, people who all agree
(And they will be right!)
That he is stupid, immoral, and selfish
YES! HOW COULD YOU BE!?
Oh doesn't it just drive you crazy?
Even though those are just automatic states of the universe

Because let's face it
To be here is stupid immoral and selfish
Though:
I know one man who exists derivative of intelligence
I know a woman who is purely derived from your moral aspect
And I know several extremely selfless badgers living in the Netherlands.

Suffice it to say,
Any of you who come against me in any way are intensely real
But consist entirely of the rankest bullshirt know to mankind
As evidenced by this very erudite and transparent work of creative writing,
Though I know any lever I create, being the whole system
Will be enacted against me, and everything is expected to come full-circle.

Although I do not read, drink alcohol all day
I have been here before and am the same person every time
So by nature I am perfect.

A truly ironclad defense.

No matter how whiny and ridiculous you presume me to be,
I am the only path arguing with itself
I am my own metric
And everything you think is upside-down.

I would be that way,
And I should,
And you should respect my odd struggle,
Because I do this for all of us.
This is God struggling to have the best experience while also trying to characterize suffering as a mechanism used to unlock enjoyment. That is a phenomenon caused by a drive to maintain a sense of dignity. So it would come across as a privileged person whose experience of suffering is real but often not validated by these external beings who perhaps know greater suffering. We end up just having to let the whole spectrum experience itself. I get different feedback from those suffering much worse and also from those enjoying much more. I am being pulled in separate directions.
Sometimes Starr Sep 2024
That's a
Good Deal
That's a
Steal
Don't mind these false connections
Contriving what is real

You're a
Sweetheart
You are more
So much more
Than I bargained for

So i got stupid
Dull and lame
That's just part
Of this game we play

But that was wise
And smart to do
And I got food
And I got you
Sometimes Starr Sep 2024
I'm up here praying
Just hoping for a change

I felt his way in the dark
And drew conclusions

And the only weapon
To make it stop is me.

He doesn't want to be bad.
You might consider it a fact
That good intentions only go so far!

But consider that a person is unwittingly born
Into a world with such a vocabulary
And from that moment only wants good things for themselves
And for everyone else around them!

But it just won't stop you from turning on me,
Or me from turning on you,
Or however you prefer to frame it,
Or however it ends up being framed.

Spectra at war with themselves
People who are resolute
One path with many treacherous and cruel twists
Immutable reality

I love you
So much

I dont know exactly what will happen
But I know it must be deeply traumatic for all of us
And that's probably why I forget...
Sometimes Starr Sep 2024
Dream of a necessary universe
Ignorant, omniscient
Self-afflicted and strange
Contrived of nothing,
Obligation

Miss your appointments
Find them whizzing around your head
Of course you would.

Reality conducts its phases
That's not really suffering.
Begging for a more accomplished character
Sometimes Starr Sep 2024
Down in the valley
She eloquently stuttered
The stars all laughed
At every word she said
Whenever she was bleeding
It stung a little bit
But when her love was leading
She didn't give a shirt

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
Hey, who
The fork
Are you talkin' to?

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
It's not me,
So I guess it must be you.

The angels gave their blessing
The demons were disturbed
Her guts were rearranged
To be the smith of every word
Those hopeful looking angels
Set fire to her eyes
She got lost in translation
And forced to compromise

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
Hey, who
The fork
Are you talkin' to?

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
It's not me,
So I guess it must be you.

She's the cause
The cause of all my problems

She's a (bad)
(Good)

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
And what's your lazy broke *** trying to do?
This is like, a weird green day song.

And it's not a finished version
Sometimes Starr Sep 2024
So I'll cling to paranoia;
I'm already thinking twice

//

Demons do affect an innocent soul

//

I feel like the sweatiest egg

//

Come on,
Think of all the people you've betrayed!

//

My name is monster food
Or just "monster" for short.
Sometimes Starr Sep 2024
I say hello to my warrior
She's only fighting hard to keep the peace
She is the space that reverberates
Between adventure and a family

Nobody's ever sure just how to live
Nobody knows just what a god can give
Nobody wants to die
But I would die for you
Though I can't consecrate my body now

And what I wanna know is
How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

Am I fool to think you saturate
My senses with a fine and fleeting love?
What am I chasing here beyond these gates
That are so cut off with a flaming sword?

And are we fighting now?
Or are we deep in love?
Am I a shallow man,
Beneath the depths above?

And as we wrestle this
Who are we fighting for?
Now it's just you and me
We're fused to every broken door

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
Well, you're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

I will be the
Next space
That you walk into

I can be the
Next space
That you will walk into

And I will love you truly
This is forever on high

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

And how are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
Well, you're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex
A We The Kings style, slower tempo chorus with thunderous guitar power chords
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