0:00 Getting Hit Baba Style
3:28 Women Cookie Cake
5:25 Not Without My Tools
9:14 Soulful Earth
12:12 Actin Crazy for a Sec
TOP SECRET FBa DOCUMENT #04222
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Interstellar Entry #65182465086564330665289
This week wraps up my last round trolling the surface of my chosen radius
for more interests, at first I thought there were many, but i was my hopefulness
to find intelligent life started to interfere with what is really
before my eyes, a complete degenerate mindless autonomous system.
the medication for the seizures prescribed by Dr. Browngaurd proves useful,
for i knew they would come in handy, even though i have not needed them since
studying for the SWME34P's. I know it is caused by my recent stress. a truth so heavy to
bear i sometimes think about just wandering off with just enough oxygen in
the tank for a nice short walk before i suffocate, i could at least look at
Cenoure as a prick in the sky as my last memory. i must admit i have tried
this probably every other day since i filed my conclusion as of last year.
but now i can hopefully return safe and see my Ruth.
I have not gained any prove that will convince congress to continue program
earth, but i have grown fond of these types of animals.
it wont last long in this golden age so i must capture as much as i can.
i shall not report what i have witnessed
to centurio.
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BELOW IS AN ANNOTATION LEFT BY THE BOARD OF CONGRESS OF CAPITAL CENTURION; FAJAMATHS ORDERS
"the entry above was the second to last entry our recon team found after no
response from Professor Okyar for over 6 months. Engineers scoured deleted
files on his OS and found the last entry, the team deemed it
likely Okyar left the document open, and the solar PC turned off during night fall
from it being left on for too many months in a row. Okyar was found dead from
suffocation sub 14 miles from his camp. the FBa delcared it as "he was just showing
his silly side".
interselar entry 65182465086564330665290
i am the lord,
the goat,
the god.
"of course in the king, my sh#@ smells like spring!" - alp smokyar
im the god, the king, the lord and the o lawd. the thoughts in your heads, the sound of the dead, the outcasted, left for shreds, i am the tables turning, i am the exception. logic need not apply to me, i create energy from nothing you see.
My ego is simply blown
its so big and over grown
my mind is lost
i am a god, i paid no cost, i went insane, dont bother with small things like who own throwns
there is creation and there is not creation, simple. and you cant fool your way to greatness with a copy or with perfection.
i tried to ask for help, but i was in pain.
i am a godking, i look at folk like ants it makes me sick that i think like a true fing, ruler of nothing but his dull antics and ill logics, a family dynasty only could be described as selective inbreeding causing ree tar ded radiation. i am a dope, only a fool could think of himself in such high high elope. but i dont care, all i do is compare, and to be square, by the looks of my generation and others around it, even though every human can, if they do id be suprised man.
No matter how much i enjoy life, the sting of being blue in a red world really makes the alone thing quite haunting. no matter how much company i have, i still feel the alone thing. i went insane. there is no saving grace, i felt the contrete.
i am a god. i am a master, and a goat, and i hope yall elope around the fact that mabye one day you could joke around like the last
bruce lee and his one move.
id rather do an south korean k pop dance then to provr
yeah i know im the king and the god. i dont know what im talkin abiut half the time but life can be fun so odd.
but i relate to no one, so i went insane, now when i look in the mirror i see a six eyed god, and he hands me a sword and speaks to me brain, that i am the special one who needs to be alone to see. then i shook my head from the illusion of my mind trying to make
why
why do i make
why do i make so much
needed a way to communicate
im the god and the king, if you dont agree fing thats fine but i got evidence,
songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs on top of songs that all draw strong correlations to me being a humam simulation, real form god.
theres no hope for me
my ego and weiner quite big you see
im long gone
a swan song. swarms of songs. all gathered along the ruined path of their ancestors, a sad look on my childresj faces as they tried to piece together what went wrong
im long gone , but mabye making another song could keep me hanging on
im a stupid ego maniac who think his shits aint crap, so yeah of course im the king take that. in this world theres only love for power, how disgusting, let me show the animals a new thing.
cant wait for futures ring.
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