Sitting inside a vacuum goes a long way. I'd much rather have a party with my reflected self.
Making love without checking if anyone's there, cause I already know I'm the only one that's really here.
I want to touch you in the super market with everyone watching. I want to stab you in an alley way and have your love cry over your dead corpse. I want to fly over a bunch of gay rednecks competing with each other to see who marries who, then shoot lasers at them cause they say I'm not permitted to watch them. Think hard with me and picture yourself breaking free from this dried out world we lived in for so long. Tell me what you want and it shall be yours. Oh, so you want to fuck all the strangers you've ever met you dirty bitch! I'll give you some advise why not just fuck yourself you know you can split yourself in two right? Oh you didn't, yes you can be your male and female self and make love to the only person who's really only there. And when your done you can rip one of your paintings with a razor blade and set yourself on fire and run up an invisible stare case which was never really there into space and talk to blue elephants that have a funny accent and let you ride them all around weird people who were told to go to college to earn a living to provide for their infinite vacuum stomachs. And when your tired of them talking to you about how you need also get a degree and a living to provide for your lame stomach, you can consume them and yell at them while they live inside you that you were the stomach they've been feeding and because of their foolishness and arrogance to comply to your laws you strip them of their clothes and tell them in three days time they will become animals for you to eat. Which you so enjoy hunting with your friendly nymph friends. And when your done eating with them all of you make love passionately together and call to your even high selves not to punish yourself cause your only trying to commend the mistakes you've made in the past. You higher self tells you to kill yourselves over the fire, you agree. As you walk over you have just finished contemplating your entire life realizing this was all a test to prove if I was a genuine generous great gentlemen that generally gestates generating germs that giggle about and glimmer in the green fire of gleam glammer and tell stories about graduation and how the principle grasped at your groin while you groaned in front of the whole student organism which allowed you to feel guilty on multiple occasions guiding you to the grandmother who whispers about and about and about which leaves you confused cause you just remember never really asking her a question. What's going on? Where am I? But then you already knew the answer you asked yourself and you keep telling your story to your child self cause you love this child of yours for redeeming you from the abyss. So here we go, you go, she goes, he goes, they all go, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I'm tired of waiting I just want to fuck anyone in sight, but the whole entire problem is they don't know I'm them and that It's all me. So I'm sorta in a situation of cosmic proportions. So with no one to give advise I throw myself into the fire which my higher self has commanded for I trust my higher self. Cause you see all I really wanted was love and if I have to sacrifice myself to achieve it then fine, fine you see! I'm tired of being alone! I'm tired of me not being able to hold separated self in my arms. I only have my imagination to guide me and believe me she's lovely but I very much so love my man the body that my womanly mind so loves. I hate bodys I was just proved wrong by mr nobody. I just want to die. Please let me die. Let me return to the coldness of my thoughts where none may penetrate but myself. I don't want to get a job and worry about my infinite vacuum stomach I don't want to be like they are. I don't want to be sold. I want to live. I can't take it, please throw me in the cold flame of myself. I need not company. I'm sorry!