Dear Mama,
Is life worth living or should I blast myself?
I'm always searching for those better days
knowing that peace on earth will come. In Thugs Mansion.
Where I can sip champagne
while I listen to Billy Holliday sing
and sit there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came.

Should I ride on my enemies?
Become one of Amerikas most wanted?
Or should I remember
that the road is hard so I'll never give up?
And time don't stop, always going by.
So I'll puff on mine, hoping that it will get me high.

Smile for me.
Won't you smile for me now?
It ain't easy being a changed man
so when it feels like all eyez on me.
I just remember that
heaven ain't hard to find.

These stories contain a character so accurate,
so flawed,
so
beautiful that if any author tried to recreate him
or her, that person would be laughed off the stage.
Which,
excuse the sidenote,
probably means they are the only
genious in the room. The character is of course
you, and the answer is, of course…LOVE!
Now at this point I can see you are already fed up with me
and for that I understand.
I understand because of course
love is not the answer!
That lovey dovey *******
No, the real answer is even simpler.
Stories.
We live.
We Die.
We live and die for stories.
Love is how we should treat people.
To live one’s life
with as much love as possible
Your humble author included.
Love is Pandora’s hope.
Love is the elephant in the room of life.
Love is good.
Love is evil.
Love is death.
Love is life.
Love is not the reason for life.
We do not wake.
every morning searching for love.
We do.
wake every morning searching for.
stories.

You are looking at the squiggles/
that will make me rich/
I am going to use random lines/
to make as much of an abstract idea/
as possible.

Im tired of this technology
it keeps us talking in this absence
i for this i will understand its importance
i wish you could sit down and talk with me

i know who you are
and i know who you ain't
and technology keeps this love thing faint
when before it would die because you're too far

Im tired of this technology
i wish you could sit down and talk with me

Teach me to sleep so I can learn to fly/
teach me this language so I can learn to fly
nel una lingua differente/
when i forget my dreams i must be sad
perche i miei sogni sono la mia fuga/
Teach me to sleep so I can learn to cry