life after death.

i asked a man who came back to life what death was like..... he told me he wasn't dead long enough to remember.  

the dead ones.

i kill the men that i love. i immortalized them in my writing and they never live up to my words. it's a gift. it's a curse. 

own up.

the world doesn't owe you anything. the universe owes you less. own up to your existence. if you do anything in this dimension, own up to your fucking existence.  

direct(ions).

tell you what, im at a place in my life where i say things direct. and that's a luxury. that's the biggest luxury. i see them all on the world wide web and i laugh at them. them, and their subliminal messages. they think they are so courageous. but really, they are just like the rest of them. it's like a plague out there. the commoners, with their common ideas and aspirations. typing at their keyboards with their fingers. subliminal this. subliminal that. own up to your fucking words. own up to your fucking dreams. you fucking owe that to yourself, if not to anybody else. 

the wise

i'm not a damn fool, so don't play me for one. i can show you a love that'll make you wiser.  

i can show you a love that'll make you fearless.  

i don't play those games.  

i don't play those games, anymore.  

i'm not a damn fool, don't you play me for one.