AKA Shine On, Astral Caserole (What We Should Become - Unlike Chosen Witticism - Food For Thought)...

I totally ran out out of inspiration.
Aspirations... rising higher than I'd planned to chase them.
Have more collabs planned and I'm a tad impatient.
But nothing works when you're not feeling it.

I'm eager to quit! I start too many things and never finish.
Inktober though... it seems these are my exception.
My inception. Immersed myself and took some steps in and before I knew it,
Was doing astral projection.

Pass the leopard! Fly by like it's a tadpole.
Universe a rad hole. Wholesome like a womb.
Swallows you up like if you do too much Zoom.
Comfort. Old habits die hard.

I've been panicking by stars,
Sipping Sangria in the bar by my mind's eye,
I never go out I seem quite shy,
I never roll up, I'm not that type of guy.

You might see me though standing in the rain while it's raining.
Freezing temperature. In shorts. Straining.
Trying to breath in a calm and collected manner.
I like to challenge myself and... channel my anger.

Be spontaneous so I don't spontaneously combust!
Gotta recycle that rage! We compost stuff.
Like me I lie in a cage and decompose.
And slowly my tattered soul turns into the dopest prose.

Flying on wings I don't know...
Looking into my body and feel akin with a glow...
Embracing, a warmth raising me like a ray of light,
Swept away in the calming night when I pray I might...

Is the afterlife a dream? The white tunnel subconscious?
What's hell though? Where are the monsters?
I seldom wander out of my room but when I open the door,
I'm hoping the floor's still solid - that it won't let go and transform!

We are more than we believe we are!
We are the warmth of a fleeting star.
We are the molecules inside our own.
We are the core in the oldest home.

We are but brittle little kids built on bits of bone!
But our will is a strength that never wilts or slows.
And you can't put us in a hilt, we like hills explode.
Volcano for real though, molten lava java coffee.

Wind sings to me softly when I'm panicking...
Tells me to go back on in into my shell casing.
I shoot me out like a shotgun when I am facing my dark side.
Loony not like the moons but like I'm crazy.

Hey Zeus charging on a metal stream!
Solid silver and electron, old pyramid topping.
I realize... quitting's not an option.
I will keep going like you. Astral till my coffin.

Shine on... still got inspiration to climb on...

Like the cloud. Like the scythe. This life... passes us byes.

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It's a cold world out there... don't forget it.
But don't be too upset though if you let it in!
If you keep going then you'll be getting things.
And if you keep on giving then your regret will thin.

It's a cold world it is but it will warm up!
The sea is still right now but it does storm much!
Live to the fullest and get that wind in your sail!
And fly fly or float away, till your grave.

It's a cold world... till you put it on fire!

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Hey killreal! I'm sorry I haven't gotten to that mixtape yet. I will. I'll kill it for real. Here's a little taste... or something... to chase away those wraiths... hey!

I'm floating around this home feeling homeless,
Don't know if you know me or know this, I'm the youngest child not the oldest,
I was never the wildest or smartest, but I wasn't the weakest or slowest,
But I think that I am now the coldest, what's life but a pan on a moment?

Sitting by a little fire by a frozen lake! Looking at a big sun when I slowly wake!
Feel the warmth of its rays falling on my face! Then it moves... I forget how my freedom tastes!
I get stuck in these habits that keep me safe! But I chase something bigger, I make mistakes,
And regret them forever I guess that's my fate huh... as of late...

Does it really get better, where's my faith? I wish I really believed I could make a change
Or that there was a heaven, something great, waiting for us in space when I leave this place
But how can I believe in fairy tales? We all just get deceived on hearsay.
If we believe everything they tell us, but I am jealous, I wish I didn't think it's fake

And I wish I believed in the government! And I wish I believed in the punishment!
of injustice and evil and criminals! But I see them in the green digging minerals!
And I see them on the streets and in Synagogues! And in the Mosques and the Churches and in our Gods!
In our purses and Parliaments and it is odd! People look up to 'em like it isn't off.

How can we still believe in utopia! When we still keep bleeding from our open cuts?
When our media deceives and won't open up! When the banks just thieve and won't hold us up!
When mankind's greed is what slowly kills! Everything in this world that we haven't built!
That we cherish and admire as a miracle! And they say that God is in us all?

I don't want to say God is a criminal... but if there is a God then it's time he came,
To our lands with a flood to sweep us away, this lie that we live is too much to take,
Some days I just want to succumb to games, to the mainstream rush, to the hall of fame,
To the career stairs they want us to take, to the roof where there is nothing but

Tired old dudes waiting to fly away... in a sky grayed out... by pesticides and pollution.

We could make this heaven if we didn't stray.

Our future, it could be great...