yea... i made a slight... . . punctuation error... like **** will i correct it... i was asking a question, that wasn't exactly a question... ooh... salt & vinegar chips... even with this added ***... yummy yummy, yummy...

.i ask a question, i don't ask a question, i ask a question... but don't use a question mark, which implies a subterfuge of rhetoric underlay, which subsequently implies: dialectics are in play; i expand punctuation marks where intended, to add to the emphasis... i turn horror... into a... romance... i give the shadow the strings, and leave the body... courtesan... but all the more... curious in fathoming automation; lucky that we've met! incy-wincy-spider... the 1960s... such curious years to us... Millennial folk... well yeah... thanks for... ******* up the internet! you're right up there with the pedophiles on my ****-list! bravo! bravo! right up there with the pedophiles.... what?! you think i'm going to shove my head into the entertainment of hitting the mall arcades?! L.... oh wait... i thought you knew what that stood for.... do i ******* look like a Loser... oh wait... right... you're going to rob me of a roof over my head... if you get to the age of a care home? find... luck... but you won't... all the luck i might wish you... find... luck.

the laughter...
dies with the clown.

p.s.
i guess misspelled
the word...
soft;

the existence of
shadows begs,
as man of god,
the existence of
mirrors;
my own,
the turbulent lakes,
and seas, and lakes
incubated...

marks my words...
into such depths....
aa heart might seek resolve...
but in such depths...
whatever heart is to be spoken of...
will not fulfill the shape...
or the original
grievance....

woman! what is there to forgive
is what i cannot forget?!
what is there to forgive?! what?!
what is there forgive?!
unless...
   you are endowed with
succumbing me to a lobotomy...
then...you want me to forgive...
i'll forgive...
but help me to forget...
by staging an instigation of
Alzheimer... perform a lobotomy...
then i'll forget...
by then... i'll not be able to either remember,
think, imagine, or remotely contemplate
the concept of memory...
nostalgia in tow.

there's no bitterness behind this...
just aa prehistoric rage...
a dumb gnashing of teeth...
      
           it will not rest,
and... hopelessly...
i don't want it to rest...
i'd die: uninhibited, restless....
   not this life, and the deaf assured...
overcome my leisure,
overcome my pain,
  overcome all life, and death,
but only overcome...
when this narrative dies...
yet another is born;
then... only then...
        will my justice in worship tame...
the self-proclaimed judge...
this generation or another...
i will, claim my voice...
        
why?!
         my contemporaries?!
i have contemporaries?! really?!
i thought i was the idiot among geniuses!
i was wrong?
  we were all idiots among idiots?
****...

            why did i even bother
to talk, when i could have bothered
to make emphasis of thought.

Christ the messiah, my greatest desire
My first love, not from me but for me
U see he loved me before I came
Before I was formed or born
Before the *******
Before my journey on this course

Christ the only one who loves me because of who he is
Irrespective of who I am or what I am or what I do or how or when I do it
He loves me still
And even though I took so long to realize
See even though I stayed so long hurting him
Humans like me put a nail through him
A spare to his side
Crown of thorns to his head
Whips, bruises
All for me was taken

Christ the one who receives my calls even without network
Even when I no call, He answers
The One that is stuck to me like glue
When every one left me without a clue
U Never left me too
programmed to love me like a robot
And your love for me...robust

Christ the oluwa that is always involved in my matter
As he made my life his alma matter
It's clear to him I matter
And so no matter the matter
He never dumps me for any matter
Cause to him am the main matter

Christ our messiah our maker
Our elohim, the only him
Our father, our brother,
My friend, my real Guy
I am thinking what will you and I or we do when we see him
His glory radiating
Angels surround him
Mighty, beautiful, handsome, pretty, gorgeous
Our father finally, we meet.
What will you and I or we do when we see him

Will you lift up your voice and worship him
Cry out with a loud voice agbadagbururu
Kabiesi, I worship u, I worship u
Sing a song, do a dance,
A stunt, jump, cry, smile laugh shout

Or will u just stare overwhelmed by his glory
Bilweldered by his presence
Unable to speak because words cannot describe
Unable to sing because no song has the lyrics to ascribe
Unable to move, or smile or talk or laugh or think
With your mouth open, eyes wide open staring,
Brain searching for words

Christ, omini awesome
Omini too good
Jehova overdo
Jehova swheet jehova shoft
Am still thinking what will I do when I see you.