Home I send one. He has been aged long enough. Acension I give you. My Methuselah. My lover and boy I carry. For the idols of man I work for in preparing. First a home I paint half as well as Jesus when not effected by my hunger of genius. On to roofs I climb higher. Hoping to side job with a HVAC and builder as I use my money for beats till all of us retire. My home and family I always wanted is finally here. My head so far up my past I smell of it's rear. I'm near. Wake me and take me. I may be able to change your circumstances like reality or dementional compatibility with my strokes of painted brushes in letters that make me Alpha. I'm no gloat or goat humble till backed or poked. I just am me .. feeling as I do. Humanity gave me humility and I have no one to thank but all of you