I shant speak of a name I cannot pronounce. I learn more from the ounce than from the count. When there are three, stick with me. Over pennies onto quarters.

Destroy no rule, for there is the art of man. Rule establishes the beings in the imagination. The mind of a man is saturated in his thoughts. The rule allows those thoughts to be bridles. Such as a cow, or a horse, the thoughts graze in a field, somewhere in your mind.

You have all the templates. The simplicity of it all is confusing. You want to be able to have it all. You want people to give you all of it. What are you willing to live for? Am I worth the time you will spend to get it? Am I my brother's keeper tonight?

What about my sister's keeper? When does she get to be kept? Am I a visitor, in a foreign home? Does the gravy need tomato juice?

Are you comfortable lying around? Working? Getting your dick sucked? Eating? Playing videos? Watching movies? Writing? Reflecting? Acting? Thinking? Drawing? Editing? Mixing? Making beats? Earning money? Earning a living?

When you ask me to, I will unleash a powerful substance upon the Earth, to make known all the paths to be straight. We are not insects, vermin or beasts. We are children. People are children. When we realize that, we look out for the safety of the children.

I shant disguise myself.